The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1922-08-23
ILLUSTRATIONS
~ MRB.Wan Nice

Vas no need to worry about Harry,
0lancing out Of . corner OF hts eye
ralrchlld saw now that the biz
Cornishman had Taylor Bill fiat On
his back aud was putting on the dnish'
ing touches. And then suddenly the
exultsnt yelis changed to ones Of com
mand.
Talk English Talk EngiIsh, ven
bloody hllghteri Talk English Ear
me--In knock the bloody '~li ont 81
you II you don't. Talk English lik'
this: Throw up your AMOS Eal
mef"
Anita swerved swiftly and went q
her feet Harry looked up At hel
Wildly. his uusGaehe bristiinx like
the splnes " porcupineI
.Did you ear I'm sye ~" he asked
sNot Sye II again"
s'rhrow up your 'andsi'' camc the
answer Of the beaten man On tho
ground Anita ran forward
Its coed deal like t." she
answered. "But the tone was higher"
s"Ralse your tone!" commanded
Harry. while Talrchild. nnlshing hia
JOB Of tying his defeated cppohept,
rose. staring ln wondsrment. Then
the answer came:
That's it--that's II. II sounded
just like itw
And Fairchild remembered soo--ths
English accent cf thc higllwnyman IN
the night Ok the Old Times. dance
Harry seemed 10 bounce on the pros
trate form of his ancient enemy.
.eBIll," he shouted. I've got you on
your back. And I've got q right "a
kill you. 'oncst ave And III de
Il too--unless You start taking.
might as well kin you as not It's
| penitentiary onense to IL q man un
derground unless there's gpod rea'
son. SO I'm ready 10 10 the ole route
So tell it--tell II and be quick about
II. Tell it---wasn's you himi''
"RIm---whoY the voice was weak
frightened,
"You know 'oo--the night OF th'
Old Times dance. Didn't you pull
that 'oldrupf"
There was long silence Finally
"wherc's Rodainer
.Tn Center city" 1t was Anita whs
spoke. Hes getting ready 70. ruI
away and leave you two to stand th'
brunt Of all this trouble"
Again silence. And again Harry
voice:
TELL II. Wasn't you the manr
Once more long walt. Finally;
what DO l get for III"
| Fairchild moved 10 the mans side
MY promise and my partner
promise that II you tell the whist
truth. wen do what we can TO get yo'
leniency. so tell the truth; wercn'
you the man who held up the on
Times dnncef"
4 Taylor Dlll's breath travelled slow
ly past his bruised lips.
"Rodaine gave me hundred dol
lars to pull H." came finally,
and you stole the horse and every
thing"
'And cached the stun by the Blu
Poppy, SOS I'd get the blamey' Harr
wiggled his mustache fercely. Tel
II or III pound your cad into
jellyw
That's about the size of T."
But Fairchild was fishing In hl
pockets for pencil and paper. finail
to bring them forth.
"Not thai we doubt your sincerity
BIll." he said sarcastically. "but Thin
things would be bit easier X yon'
just write Il out Let him up, Harry.
The big Cornishman obeyed grudi
ingly. "Maks hit fulsotne. BIll--te
JUST 'ow you did II"
And Taylor Bill. bloody. eyes blacl
lips bruised, obeyed. Fnirchild too
the bescrawled paper and wrote HI
name as witness. then handed II
Harry and Anita for their signature
/ At last, he placed II In his pocket an
faced the doiorous high-jpcker.
"what else do you know. Bili7'
about what7 Rodaine7 Nothin
--except that We were in caboois o
this cross-cut. There isn't any us
denying it'--there had come to n
surface the inherent honor that
in every metal miner. a stalwartne'
that may lie dormant. but that. soone
or later, must rise. There ~ som'
thing about taking wealth from n
earth that Ia clean. There II som'
thing about II which seems honest
|. its very nature. something thnt bulk
big men in stature and In ruggednes
! and II builds an honor whIch nigh
against any attempt to thwnrt I
Taylor Bill was finding that hon'
now. He seemed 10 straighteu. n
: teeth bit u his swollen. bruised lIp
He turned and faced the three re
: sops before him,
Al Take me down to the sheriff
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