The Pulaskian., 1921-11-10
CHAPTER XViii--continced.

ef burning powder. Bill Dale emptied aAo magazine of hts repeater, and k@nk behind the big chestnut to fill si again with cartridges from his belt. Bullets now whined on both sides Of atln; they cut greenish white furrows an tho bark of both sides of the tree, and knocked up little spurts of black earth to his right and to his left i; 4hey cut off twigs within an arms ateach Of him. A 6ezen Balls were sIDw firing at him, seeking to ayenge &hc death of their kinsman. the Goliath. John Morclands strong voice came 10 him through the din and rear
 Don't show no part O yoreself now. Bill; cf ye do. yell shore be hit!"
 Dale fired again, pumped a fresh NArtridge into the chamber Of his rife and slipped another Into the magazine. and arose behind the chestnut.
 "DOwn. Bill" cried John Moreland.
 H Pale heard. he gave nc sign of It. He fired four shots rapidly, and Before the wind had carried away the 51inding smoke lie was behind another Gree and shooting toward the Balls Ggain. Soon there came a short, loud peal of laughter from hls left; he fnfned his lead and saw Ben Little 4nrd taking q careful aim at long angle toward the side Of a boulder. 4hen LlttlefOrd fired. and a puff of @IOne dust showed that his bullet had gone true TO Its mark.
 s'AVhat's that for?' demanded Dale. "Ee haven't any ammunition to throw awayi"
 @tvhy, Biil." replied Llttleford. "03dn't ye never bounce a bullet offen E rock and make it go toward q man lehlud Of treef
 st lasted hotly for two hours, but fhe casualties were comparatively &ew. because there was so much cover agallable. From the beginning the Basls Hnd the Turner's had the worst Of 1t. which WAS due to uphill shoot jng. white whisky. and lack of the aron that makes real fighting men. The cartridges Of those below were giving out; they had fired too many gAOtH needlessly.
 AIts about time to rush them," Dale said to John Moreland, who had crcpt uD beside hiin.
 HJest give the word" Moreland nodded.
 A few minutes later, Diil Dale sent the wings Of his line down the noun fn3nsIde. forming Q half-circle of his force 00ce more: then the whole line rushed. surrounded the enemy and casied for a surrender.
 Rat tho Balls and their kinslnen wouldn't give In yet. They left their cover and started to run, found them. selves facing Morelands end Little lords in every direction, cluhhed their rifles and tenght. It was not true courage that prompted them to offer resistance thus: Il was utter despera- ti0n; they had never tcea glvers of sBercy, therefore they did not expect mercy Dales men fcrehcrc to fire npon them. which was at Dale's com mand. and met them with ciubbed liRes. The woodlsa0 rang with the sound Of wood and steel crashing against wood and steel. Everywhere fiiese we're groans and threats and curses from the losing slae. victorious cries aud further demands for sur render from the winners.
 Bill Dale, ever lover of fair com bat. threw down his repeater to sraI,- use with big North Carollniaa whose cfuhbed weapon had heen knocked from his hands. The two fell and rolled down tho mountainSide, locked in each others arms.
 And then oae of the Balls. struck BiIl Dale across the head with the butt of his empty gun, and Bll Dale slack ened his arms and lay as one dead.
 
 He was lying under cover in n hand carved black walnut fourposter, and 1t was night, when he opened hls eyes agnin. Above him hes saw the bearded faces of Ben Littieford and John MoreIand. and they looked haggard and anxious in the oil lamps yellow light. Suddenly Moreland spoke:
 "Dead--nothln'w jubilantly. Look, Astfk ttt s ttpA2C NNtftC AVs lG CUuliN | put him in cannon and shoot him ag'inst q clift and kill him, Ben, hope we're a-feelin' all right. Bin. shore"
 Dale realized everything quito ciear- ls. He put 8 hand to his head; there was a wet cloth lying over the swollen place.
 "IIe shore give ye buster of q lick Grawled voice that Dale in- stantty recognized as that of his wor- shiDe,. Ky Heck. ''Dangcd ef Caie Moreland didn't might nigh ii heat him to death Bill"
 Many men crowded 10 the bedside and sniileti at him. and he smiled back st them Soon he asked:
 .'Iai' YOU capture tho outfit?s
 = rv ''ssaed one If 'e,n-' answered