New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1921-09-30
V-Continued.

THEN came n pun of white smoke
and Il report from one of the More
land rifles, then shots from both sides
- and the battle was On. Dale heard
she nasty whine ut a bullet in full
1igilt he heard the coarse nm OF a
halt-spent ric0chet. lie knew that ne
was IN some danger now, and he was
surprised To find that he was not
frightened.
When he halted again it was ON ms
nliess behind the big white sycamore
thHt sheltered John Morelund.
Lack, are YEP frowned the noun
t%aineer. Aud with the grimmest hu
amor. Il reckon ye had II fine, large
time in C%incinnaty. Yore friend Har-
ris was well, | hope. Git that money
from iimf"
cut that out" said iiill Dale. 1T
doesn't get us anywhere"
A bullet threw particles of sycamore
bark to his face, iu.Srrupting. John
Moreland pointed to "a green furrow in
tlie side of the tree.
Zen Littieford hisself," said More
land. Hes ahind o that water oak
acrost thar. Don't stick yore head
our
The mountaineer turned his gaze
owe Dale's shoulder. and his counte
4iance 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 II white flag made of n mans
handkerchief and IA willow switch. She
halted and sat up.
Babe! T. Dale cried out. What are
gou doing here?"
Babe gave him a pale smile. III
Y'apid shoot me, a-thinkin' | was "A
Al0reland, mebbe it'd stop the ever
Aastin' fightin',' she said.
John Moreland stared, and Bill Dale
Stared. They were in a Presence, and
they knew it. Babe went on:
I've come TO save all o yore lives;
Tat eft | do il, yen hat to make yorc
Inen quit a-tightin' right now-jest or
der 'em to stop %a-shootin', and hold
~ 'hiN NV u Bi'liiN' ~ WI a.
IittIeford's word 'at papll call ye a
iIeticr nun AN him cause Sc done
it
She tossed the white flag d him.
-fbc amt no time to lose, John More
ispd hold up the flag! Ef We don't,
ven every one be killed, cause ye're
VERY one in a trap!"
Il don't believe ye. Babe" snapped
9 lie Moreland chief. "Yore people can
iiDid up a white rag Jest as well as
ace cant"
babe went paler. There was a sud |
sien burst of firing from the Moreland
rifles. aud she crept a little nearer to
John MOreIand in order that he might
bear plainly that which she had to toll
1iw next.
I'm a-goin' to tell We o. This dGn
<er." she said. and trust to you a-bein'
sr6a easugh to do what | axed we to. /,
F;lack Adam Bali. he's got a new-fash- !
Eotied rifle aud smokeless cartridges
ziss steel bullets; and in a few min. ,
a,les he'll be hid in d clum O. s~assafras ,
thar in yore meadow, whar he i
.ueaRs to set and pick Off you More {;
isads n by one-and you I'M Bill /;
tJale fust. count o. the beatin's you !
~ put on him! But pap had nothin'
to do with it, and rickollect that Now
Ave saved all o. yore lives, cause We ,
e~,u,dn't ha' heerd the sound o. his rifle
"a all O. this noise; and We couldn't +,
L. seed the smoke O. his gun, cause ,
& don't make no smoke. Hold up the
waite flag. John Moreland-hurryr"
sabe thoughtlessly arose to her feet. /
ssd one side OF her brown head APP
tesred before the sights of her fathers !.
father fired quickly, too
quickly for a perfect aim-the bullet .
its way across her temple and
her hair. and she crumpIed at
yNll Dale's knees. totally unconscious.
I ,aie gave a hoarse cry and gathered
Ser limp figure into his arms. John
nsreiand waved aloft the white hand
kerchief and beloved to his kinsmen
TO t firing. Then silence came. ,
Come over here, Ben Littleford r. 7,
shouted John Moreland. we've shot
yore WI gyruli"
And to his brother Abner, whose
rtxht forearm was wrapped in a blood :
stained blue bandana: I
BLACK Adam is hid som'eres in this
meadow. e and ketch him, and don't