The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-10-21


understandable the thought:
"FOr this n day | am a clan chief ;
] am leading my own people against
Q foe. 10 my W country"
And SO overwhelmingly did The idea
take hold Of him that he wished. even
then. for the repeater that awaited
him at his Office back in the heart Of
the mountains. Once his conscience
asked him q ~QuestiOn-and be an
swered II with another question. Was
he doing that which was right? Might
MOI the Littlefords all be killed by
was waiting for the arrival of Q COM
: pany Of militia from q city miles dis
tant?
Anyway. the militia would fight. His
clan would do no more than that. He
satisfied Iris conscience quickly.
When they had reached the lower
end Of the cleared valley, there came
to them the sounds of slow firing, the
firing Of snipers. Each man kicked
his horses TANKS and rode faster.
When they came In sight Of the be-
sieged 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 TANKS of their horses and
rode faster.
At John Moreland's old cabin they
dismounted hastily and turned their
ho,nox s~xo tA> A.aA ~o~olo-, uy:AN
Dale still leading. they hurried or foot
to the rivers nearest bank and went
rapidly, under cove Of the thickly-
standing sycamOres, to q point within
seventy yards OF the Office and sup
plies building. Then they made a dash
across the open space. and Ben Lit
tleford, with one arm bound up In q
red-stained blue bandana. opened the
door for them.
"Who else is hurtT" painted Dale.
Little TOm," answered LittlefOrd.
"and Saul. Little Tom, he got q bull
let Onder the shoulder. Saul, he got
one in might nigh the same place.
They've riddled the whole s'Other
side o. the house to splinters. They're
a-callip' 70 you"
"TteyNi yet all they wan OF me"
IIsit. s,.,N ir.i.
lie t!","d an6 ran NJ rh' rou:I
stairway. and Ben L~ittietord and tho
MOreiands followed close upon his
heels. At the front and side windows. !
behind anything they had been able
TO lind that would stop q bullet, kneit
Ldttlefords with rifles In their hands,
patiently watching for a human target
TO appear on the .mOuntsinside above. :
Saul and Little Tom lay in 8 corner.
where they werp fairly safe from
bullets. Hayes had bound up
their wounds as well as he could with
the material al hand. They were
both white and helpless AMI suffering.
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 bui-
lei crashed through the wal and
struck the floor at his foot he paid
no attention to 1t.
Listen 10 me. boys" Dale was
buckling his cartridge-beif with rapid.
fingers. From where they are
hiding, the Balls and Turner's a
see the lower story OF this
building. Wen go down, tairs, open
he front door. and run TO the edge
IF the laurelS at the fool OF the noun
ain. Then weIi turn to the right,
q wide detour. snd get above
he Ball OUTFIT; wen br lighting down
ill instead Of uphill. Get me-? Are
'ou all readyy
To a man. they were ready.
They reached the thick under
growth without being seen by the en-
my. While the Balls and Turner's
ired more or less aimleSsly at the
'uilding. drank white whisky and
allied drunkenly for the surrender to
hem of Bill Dale. Bill Dale and his
were making their way steadily
D q wide half-circle up the side Of
David Moreland's mountain.
Half an hour after they had left the
'6ice building. Dale had stationed his
nen. dep'Oyed a. q line Of skirmisher.
ehind sheitering trees som two hun
red fee, above the Balls and their
insmen.
John Moreland, Ben Littleford and
iii Dale were not far apart. ITS
hame to do It," said Dale. 81 swear,
,e can't shoot men In the back like
MS Z"
John Moreiand, twisted his mouth !
ito q queer smile Of contempt, and :
0 did Ben Littleford. They knew. i
ar better than their leader. the ways !
{ that people without q principle. The :
alls and Turner's wouldn't hesitate I
, shoot them In the back! !
We'll" John Moreland replied, and =.
was almost q sheer, I'VE might go :.
thar and give EN- some candy. :
n 49, "