Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-01-04

the mai who had ordered him to give
up was slipping from his horse. Curly
was surprised, but he knew he must
have hit him by chance.
"We got him. His guns empty"
some one shouted.
Cautiously they closed In, keering
; him covered all the time. Of sudden
the plain tilted up to meet the Sky.
Flan1rau felt himself swaying On his
feet. Everything went black. The
boy had tainted. y
When he came to himself strange
faces were all around him and there
were no bodies to 60 with them. They
seemed to float about in an odd, casual
sort of way. Then things cleared.
! "He's coming to all right" one said.
"How is Cullison?"
This was said to another who h0d
just come up.
"Hard hit. Looks about all In. Got
him In the side."
The rage died out Of Curly. In q
flash he saw all that had come Of this
drunken spree: the rustling Of the
Bar Double A. stock, the discovery,
the death Of his friend and maybe Of
Cullison,. the certain punishment that
would follow. He was horse thief
caught almost in the act Perhaps he
was murderer, too. And the whole
thing had been entirely unpremedi,
tated.
you've played b." one Of the
men told the boy.
He was O Sawed-oH little fellow
known as Dutch. Flandrau Ind seen
him in the Map Of Texas country
year or two before. The rest were
strangers to the boy. All Of them
looked at him out Of hard, hostile eyes.
He was scarcely human being to
them; rather wolf to be stamped out
Of existence as soon as it was conven-
lent.
! At shift in the group. Fahdrau's
eyes fell on his friend lying in the
sand with face turned Whitley, to the
sky he, never would see again., A lump
came Into the boys throat and he. had
to work 1t down before he spoke. : =
"There's picture in his pocket, and
some letters, reckon. Send them to
Miss Myra Anderson, Tombstone, care
of one Of the restaurants. I don't
know which one"
"Send nothin'," sneered Dutch, and
coupled it with remark no decent
man makes Of a woman on q guess.
Because of poor Mac lying there
with the little hole in his temple Curly
boiled over. With a jerk his right arm
was free. 1t shot out like pile
driver, all his weight behind the blow.
Dutch went down as If charging bull
. had flung him.
Almost simultaneously Curly hit the
sand hard. Before he could stir three
men were straddled over his anatomy.
One Of them ground oup1 his head into the
dust.
"You would, ehf'we'll see about
that. Jake, bring yore rope"
They tied the hands Of the boy,
hauled him to hlsi feet, and set him
astride |: horse, IN the distance a
windmill of the Circle G ranch was
shining in the morning sun. Toward
the group of buildings clustered around
this two of his captors started with
| Flandrau.
AS they rode along q fenced lane
which led to the house girl came fly
ing down the steps. At sight of those
coming toward her she called out
quickly:
How is dad?" The culver Of fear
broke in her voice.
"Don't know yet, Miss Kate" an
swered one Of the men. "He's right
pcart, though. Says for to tell you
not to worry. We've got here the
NANCY son of gun that did it."
| Before he had finished she was of
like an arrow shot from bow, but
not until her eyes had fallen on the
youth sitting bareheaded and bloody
between the guns of his guard. Curly
noticed that she had given Il shudder,
rs one might 1T sight Of mangled
mad dog which had just bit a dear
friend. Long after the pounding Of
her .pony's ho0fs had died away the
prisoner could see the startled eyes OF
fear and horror that had rested on
him.
His guards put Fandrnu In the bunk
house and one of them sat ut the door
with a rifle across his knees. The cook,
the stable boy, and red-headed Bob
Cullison, a nephew Of the owner Of the
ranch, pccred pnst the vaquero at the
captive with the same awe they would
have yielded to Gagged panther.
"Why, he's only i kid, Buck" Che
cook whispered.
Buck chewed tobacco impasslvely.
"Old enough to be rustler and a
killer"
Bob's blue eyes were wide with in
tercst. "1'Il bet he's q regular Billy
the Kid" murmured the half-srown
boy to the other lad.
"Sure. Course lie is. He's got bad
eyes all right"