The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-09-01
CHAPTER V-continued.

"A a report from one ol tle 'oi'
"a rifles, then shots from both Sizes
!. and the battle was on. Dale hearu
nasty whine of a bullet in full
1ht: he heard the coarse "zzz" OF
ltspent ricochet. He knew that ne
in some danger now, and ne was
prised to lind that he was not
6ghtened.
When he halted again it was on Ills
lees behind the big white sycamore
Il sheltered John Moreland.
sBack, are ye?" frowned the noun
neef. And with the grimmest hu'
II, II reckon We had a fine' large
lie In Cincinnaty. Yore friend lar
y was well, ! hope. Git that money
opm him?'
Uut that out" said Bill Dale. IL
cesn't get us anywhere
a bullet threw particles OF sycamore
TX to his face, interrupting. John
1IOreland pointed to green turrow III
tie side Of the tree.
4Ben Littleford hisself," said More
hnd. "He's ahind O. that water OAK
1rost thar. Don't stick yore head
Ut!'
The mountaineer turned his gaze
wer Dale's shoulder, and his counte'
aance seemed to freeze. Dale looked
around quickly and saw Babe Little
lord, less than ten feet behind nm
xhe had crept up through the tall
glasses and weeds. In one hand she
carried a white flag made OF man
handkerchief and a willow switch. she
klted and sat up.
Babe" Dale cried out. "What are
you doing here?"
Babe gave him a pale smile. Il!
pap'd shoot me, a-thinkin' | was
AOteland, mebbe it'd stop the ever
lsstin' dghtin',' she said.
John Moreland stared, and Bill Dale
stirred. They were in a Presence ant
] ihey knew 1t. Babe went on:
I've come to save all o yore lives
Aut ef | do 1t, yell hat to make yor'
zen quit a-fghtin' right now-jest or
4 'sm to stop a.shootin', and hol'
= this here-and ! promise We on
lttleford's word at spap'll call We
ettef man an him cause ye don
-"
She tossed the white flag to hin
The aln't no time to lose, John More
md; hold up the flag! IF We DON
III every one be killed, cause yer
very one In trap"
u don't believe We, Babe" snappe
y Aoreland chief. "Yore people ca
uM up q white rag jest as well q
u cam
Babe went paler. There was a SUI
"a burst Of firing from the MOrelan
iles, and she crept a little nearer
ehn M0reland In order that he migl
~ plainly that which she had to te
~ next.
I'm a-goin' to tell We O. this da
W she said, "and trust to you abel
q enough to do what axed ye I
oek Adam Ball, he's got new.fas
oed rifle and sm0keless ca'trldg
"a steel bullets; and In few mi
y he'll be hid In a clum O sassafr
" thar In yore meadow, whar
ANS to set and pick off you Mol
Nos one by one-and you and b
Daie fust, count O. the beatin's y
put on him! But pap had moth
q 20 with 1t, and rickollect that! NJ
Ave saved all O yore lives, cause
sc0idn't ha' heerd the sound O his RI
= u o this noise; and We cou'dl
- seed the smoke O his gun, eau
\ don't make no smoke. Hold up t
white nag, John Moreland-hurry !!
Babe thoughtlessly arose to her fe
snQ one side Of her brown head
peared before the sights Of her fathe
nae-her father fired quickly,
yulcsly for a perfect aim-the bull
salned Its way across her temple q
rough her hair, and she crumpled
't Dale's knees, totally unconscio
ale gave hoarse cry and gather
III limp figure into his arms. Jt
eteland waved aloft the white Ia
schief and beloved to his kinsn
sop firing, Then silence came.
Tome over here, Ben Littlefor
otted John Moreland. "Ye'ye s
- own gyrul!"
4 lld to his brother Abner, VIII
u l0rearm was wrapped Ii 4 W
a. HI 6luo hanflana
sk Adam Is hid sosneres n ]