The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1922-11-22
CHAPTER IV-Continued.

They went to one, and from q stage
box gazed through rented glasses at
every face. Not there. They went out,
walked short distance, talking not Of
disappointment but of hope, and
turned into narrow and dimly
lighted street. Suddenly there broke
the noise Of rising tumult, yells and
gunshots. And over walls and from
dark recesses came pouring excited
men. Drace and Shottle found them
selves in the midst Of a mob, surging
toward another mob rushing into an
open space where torches discovered
a band OF executioners hanging some
poor wretch to the limb of q tree.
Where there were no houses, the gar
den walls were too high to offer a
means of escape. and as they could not
fight their way back, Drace and Shot
tile were swept onward. Torches
fared, and all sorts of weapons were
revealed in the pitiful yellow light
old muskets, swords, pistols with
brass barrels from ancient Spanish
armories. clubs and pixies that might
have served Cromwell. Some Of the
men looked respectable, others des-
perate; they were Of many 'nationall-
ties all anger-smitten and excited.
whats it all about?" brace in.
quired of a bare-headed old man who
painted beside him.
THE carpet-bag devils. They hang
a citizen"
I'VE are on the right side, anyway"
Shottle cried. "Give me gun-give
me something"
Some one gave him an old carbine,
and another gave brace a cavalry sa.
Der. The man from the North
grasped 1t, feeling that he was to
fight the scoundrels that cast discred.
1t and reproach upon his native state.
At this time Of mans madness ma
ture could not restrain the introduc.
ton of her own grim humor. Dogs
gathered in the open space between
the bands of advancing rioters, and
fought, bowling, the victims of wounds
without cause.
Not many shots were fired. The
authorities made a criminal Of the
citizen who carried gun or concealed
1t in his house. 1t was hand-to-hand
strife, the breaking Of heads, the cut
ting Of threats. A big, red-shirted ne
gro with razor cleaning in the smoky
light made grab at brace, who had
just room enough to leap back and
strike with his saber; but the agile
negro lodged. the blow was caught by
a brick wall and the blade was broken
off at the handle. But with the hilt, a
boxing glove Of steel. Drace knocked
the negro down and then passed over
his body, striking right and left, push
ing onward to the front, where the
Jagged ranks saw.toothed one into the
other.
The struggle now was to save the
hanging man, who. without fall enough
to break his neck, was strung up to
strangle. BRACE was the first man to
fight his way to him. He dropped his
steel boxing glove. grabbed out his
knife. leaped up. caught hold Of the
limb of the tree with one hand and
cut the man down.
Catching up his weapon, he was
about to mix in the fight again when
the sharp scream of a woman caught
and held him for q moment. He
glanced hurriedly about; at various
windows were lights and silhouetted
figures of onlookers. But as II drawn
by some lodestone instinct his eyes
went to second-story window just |
beyond the tree; and there. in the
strong light of lamp Just behind her.
he saw again the face of the barbaric |
rose maid. Nadine la Vitte.
Instantly he whirled and strove to
fight his way to a gate which he saw
in the wall before the house. But now
came new cry and scramble for
safety. A troop of United States cav.
airy came sweeping the thoroughfare
from curb to curb, their drawn sabers |
flashing. the aroused anger Of Uncle
Sam rehuking a riot. Not to run was |
t. he trampled to death, but Drace |
stood an instant to look about for |
Shottle. He could not find him. how |
ever and he had to seek his own sufe- |
~. for the cavalry were near. spread
Ing out upon the sidewalk.
WITH Aware others he Gtood nof 1