Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-10-04

firing of SniperS. Each man kicked
his horses fanks and rode faster.
When they came in sight of the be.
sicged building, they saw puffs of pow
der-Smoke rising lazily from the upper
windows and from The mountain side
above and to the right. Again they
kicked the flanks of their horses and
rode faster.
At John Moreland's old cabin they
diSmounted hastily and turned their
horses into the drab meadow. With
Dale still leading, they hurried on foot
to the rivers nearest bank and went
rapidly, under cover of the thickly-
standing sycamores, to n point within
seventy yards Of the office and sup
plies building. Then they made a dash
across the open space. and Ben Lit
tefOrd, with one arm bound up in Il
rcd-stained blue bandana, opened the
door for them.
"Who else Is hurt?" painted Dale.
Little Tom," answered Littleford.
"nnd Saul. Little Tom, he got bul.
let ondcr the shoulder. Saul, he got
one in might nigh the same place.
They've riddled the whole tCtEer
side o che house to splinters. They're
a-callin' fo' YOU"
They'll get all they want Of me,
Dale Growled.
He turned and ran up the rough
cta'rway. and Zen LittleIord and the
Morelands followed close upon his
heels. At the front and side windows,
behind anything they had been able
to find that would stop bullet, knelt
Littefords with rifles in Their hands,
patiently watching for human target
To appear on the mountainside above.
Saul and Little Tom lay in corner,
where they were fairly Safe from
chance bullets. Hayes had bound up
their wounds as well as he could With
the material at hand. They were
both white and helpless and suffering,
hut still full of the old Littleford
fighting spirit.
Dale seized his Winchester and
belt of cartridges from the hands of
the man who had brought them to
him, and turned to the others. A bul-
let crashed through the wGll and
struck the floor at his fOot; he paid
no attention to 1t.
Listen to me, boys" Dale was
buckling his cartridge-belt with rapid,
steady fingers. From where they are
hiding, the Balls and Turner's can
hardly see the lower story Of this
building. Wen 90 downstairs, open
the front door, and run to the edge
of the Iaurels at the foot of the noun
tain. Then We'll turn to the right,
make q wide detOur, and get above
the Ball outfit; Wen be fighting down.
bill instead of uphill. Get me? Are
you all ready"
To man, they were ready.
They reached the thick under
growth without being seen by the en-
emy. While the Balls and Turner'S
fired more or less aimleSSly at the
building, drank white whisky and
called drunkenly for the surrender TO
them of Bill Dale, Bill Dale and his
men were making their way steadily
I'm wide half-circle up the side of
David MoreIand's mountain.
Half an hour after they had left the
office building, Dale had stationed his
men, dcployed as line Of SIirmiShe"s,
behind Sheltcring trees some two hun
dred feet above the Balls anu their
kinSmen.
John Moreland, Pen Littleforl ana
Bill Dale were not far apart. ITS a
shame to do it," said Dale. 81 swear,
we can't shoot men in the back like
this" y
John Moreland, twisted his mouth
into Il queer smile Of contempt, and
so did Ben LittlcrOrd. They knew,
far better than their leader, th" ways
of that people without Il principtr The
Balls and Turner's wouldn't hesitate
to shoot them in the back!
"Wcll," John Morcland replied, anA
il was almost sneer 'yc might 20
down thar and give 'em some candy,
and kiss 'em, and AK 'em won't they
please surrender"
Dale leaned around his tree, great
cnarled chestnut, and called boldly:
"You've got chance to surrender
now-and you'd certainly better take
it quick"
one of those below yelled surprised