Cheyenne Wells record., 1921-11-03
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and q 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
flight; he heard the coarse "zzz" Of a
haif-speot ricochet. He knew that he
was In some danger now. and he was
surprised to find that he was not
frightened.
When he halted again 1t was on his
knees behind the big white sycamore
that sheltered John Moreland.
Back. are yer" frowned the noun
taineer. And with the grimmest hui
mUr. II reckon 70 had . fine. large
time 10 Cincinnaty. Yore friend Har-
ris was well. / hope. Git that money
from hiin?"
"Cut that out" said Bill Dale. ut
dOesn't get us anywhere"
A bullet threw particles Of sycamore
bark to his face. interrupting. John
3loreiand pointed to q green furrow In
the side OF the tree.
"Ben Littieford hisself." said More
iand. "He's ahlnd O that water oak
acrost thar. Don't stick yOre head
out!"
The mountaIneer turned his gaze
over Dale's shoulder. and his counte-
nance seemed to freeze. Dale looked
around quickly aud saw Babe Little
ford, less than ten feet behind him
She had crept up through the tall
grasses and weeds. Ia one hand she
carried white tag made of mans
handkerchief and 4 willow switch. She
halted aud sat up.
babel" Dale cried out. "What are
you doing here7"
pap'd shoot ue. a-thinkln' l was a
MUrelaud. mebbe it'd stop the ever
iastin' hghtin'." she said.
John Moreiand stared. and Bill Dale
stared. They were in a Presence. and
they knew 1t. Babe went on:
i've come to save all O. yore lives;
but ef do 1t, yell haf to make yOre
men quit a-ightin' right now-jest or
der EN- to stop a-shOOtin', and hold
up this here-and 1 promise ye on q
iittlefOrd's word at pap'll call ye
hstter man AN him cause We done
it"
She tossed the white flag to him.
''The' amt no time to lose. John More.
Iaad: hold up the flag! Ef ye don't,
yen every one be killed, cause ye're
every one In trap!"
II uon't believe We. Babel" snapped
the Moreland chief. "iore people can
hold up white rag Jest as well as
We cHn!"
i;uDe went paIer. There was sud
den burst of firing from the MoreIand
rifles, and she crept a little nearer to
John Aloreland In order that he might
hear plainly that which she had to tell
him next.
I'm a-goin' to tell ye O. this dan
ger" she said, land trust to you a-bein'
man enough to do what l axed We to.
Black Adam Ball. he's got new-fash-
Toned rifle and sinokeless cartridges
sud steel bullets: and In few min
u,es he'll be hid In cIum O. sassafras
back thar in yOre meadow, whar he
means to set and pick or you More
lands one by One-and you and Bill
Dale fust. count O. the beatin's you
two pui on him! But pap had nothin
to do with 1t. and rickoilect that! Now
I've saved all O. yore lives, cause ye
couldn't ha' heerd the sound O. his rifle
In all O this noise; and We couldn't
ha' seen the smoke O. his gun, cause
It don't make no smoke. Hold up the
white nag, John Moreiand--hurry!
Babe thoughtlessly arose to her feet,
and one side of her brown head ap-
scared before the sights Of her fathers
nne--hsr father bred quickly, too
quickly for perfect aim-the bullet
Sur 80 =. 'rsv across her temple and
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