Shoshone journal., 1921-08-19
CHAPTER V-continued.


Then came pun of white smok,
and report from one OF the More
land rifles. then shots from both sides
- and the battle was on. Dale heard
the nasty whine of a bullet In full
Night; he heard the coarse 'zzz" Of q
half-spent ricochet. lie knew that he
was In some danger now, and he was
surprised to lind that he was not
frightened.
When he halted again It was on his
knees behind the big white sycamore
fhat sheltered John Moreland
Back, are yer frowned the noun
telneer. And with the grimmest hui
NOR. Il reckon ye had fine. large
tine In Cincinnaty. Yore friend Har-
ris was well, | hope. Git that money
from himT"
"Cut that out" said Bill Dale. sit
doesn't get us anywhere"
A bullet threw particles of sycamore
bark to his face, interrupting John
Moreiand pointed to green furrow In
the side OF the tree.
Ben Littleford blsself," said More
iand. He's ahlnd o. that water oak
aoPost thar, Don't stick yore head
on, !"
The mountaineer turned his gaze
over Dales shoulder and his counte-
nance seemed TO freeze. Dale looked
around quickly and saw Babe Little
ford, less than ten feet behind him
She had crept up through the tall
grasses and weeds. In one hand she
carried white flag made of mans
handkerchief and willow switch. She
halted and sat up.
Babe !" Dale cried out. what are
you doing here?"
Babf gave him a pale smile. "Ef
pap'd shoot me. a-thinkln | was
Noresand, mebbe it'd stop the ever
iastin' fightin',r she said
John Moreland stared, and BIN Dale |
stared. They were In Presence. aud |
tney knew II. Babe went on:
"lye come TO save all o. yore lives: |
but eff | do AZ, yen haf 70 make yore /
men quit a-tghtin' right now-jest or
der 'em TO stop a-shoOtin', and hold /
up this here--and promise ye ON a
word at papll call ye
better man AN him cause ye done
it,"
She tossed the white flag to him.
The amt no time 10 lose. John More
land hold up the flag III ye don't.
ven every oLs be killed. cause ye're
every one in a trapi"
Il don't believe ye, Babe! :" snapped
he Moreland chief. "Yore people can
hold up white rag jest as well as
We cant"
Babe went paler. There was sud
Sen burst OF firing from the Moreland
dies. and she crept little neafss to
Iohn Morelspa In order that he might
bear plainly thsf which she had to tell
him next
I'm a-goin' to tell ye o. this dan
'er, she saio. -an0 srust TO you a-bein'
nan enough 10 do What / axed We 10.
Slack Adam Ball. he's got new-fash- |
oned rife and smokeless cartridges
md stee' bullets; and In few min
ties he'll be hid in a clum o scssafras
'ack thar Ia yore meadow, whar he
1eans 70 set and pick on you More
ands one by One-and you snd BIZ ,
)als l1st. count o the beatin's you .
20 ~ on him But pap had nothin' {
D do with II, and rickOiiect that, Now 2
We saved all o yOre lives, cause We I
ouldn't ha' heerd the sound 0 his rifle
J all o. this noise and ye couldn't d
a seed the smoke D his gun. cause j
don't make 10 sieoke. Hold Up the e
hite flag, John NoreIand-hury - Il
Babe thou2itlessiy arose TO her feet. 1
ID one side of her brown head ap-
safeo before the sglts of her fafhcFs r
~ her 5.fler nred 9uclsiy. foa D
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