The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-03-21
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1iiTl Where are you? Don't you
move Bill" Graft was saying, tho
barrels OF his two guns weaving to
and ffo uncertainty. Get away
from that door, Bill Don't you try
and get away. Lean see you"
Billy leaned forward, picked up II
fotk from Ills setout on the table
and flung &c across the room. It
fell with ctatter. Graft fired at
the sound The next instant Billy
Kicked him under the chin and
flattened him out.
put your hands behind you,
Tip he directed.
nip answered the question by
hating HE cropping way toward the
SPEAKER. He stood still, his body
swayfns, his muscular fingers
locked IN the palms Of his hands.
Billy stopped over the senseless
Graft and whipped off his necker-
chief
Tip fesitased, then suddenly he
thrust his hands Behind him. Billy
slipped around him, laid his six
shooter on a chair scat and drew
the handkerchief beneath Tips
crossed wrists. The next instant
Tip had whirled about, crowded his
body against Billy and struck out
side with all his might. In an in
slant Tip was on top and Billy
underneath. The old man tammed
both thumbs into BilIy's wIndpipe
and wrench himself astride Billy's
body. The strangling Billy spread
wide his legs, launched up his
knees planted both feet against
Tips ribs and Strengthened his legs
with o jerk. Tips hands were torn
loose from BIlly's throat and Tip
himself crashed backward against
the wall.
Billy scrambled to his feet and
without the slightest hesitation
clipped Tip over the head with the
barrel OF his six.shooter. Tip
remained where he was. Billy
stood over him, pistol poised, till he
made sure he was senseless. Then
he took pains to make fast tho
trio's respective arms and logs
with strips torn from a nlghtgown
belonging to Sam.
1t was his laudable intention TO
pack the unconscious Felix into
town and jail him for the stage
coach robbery. 1t was bold plRp.
but Billy always rather favored the
bold plan. With Craft In Jail and
wearing the clothing worn by the
robber to which clothing the COM
PLEASANT Jerry Fern and his pass
engers would undoubtedly be pre-.
pared TO swear, 1t would be hard
indeed, II Bill could not fasten the
robbery on him, Craft.
II must have been his good
angel who caused him to. look
through the. front window. He
looked and saw a cloud OF horse
men securing toward the ranch
house. He Immediately recogniz-
& ed, to his great disgust, half a
Dozen OF Sam Larders punchers.
He abandoned the plan OF taking
Felix Graft to town. He would be
hard put to escape himself.
Billy topped his mount, struck in
the spurs and fled. The other
horse he perforce left standing.
CHAPTER MI
Nate Samson, weighing sugar
for Hazel Walton, looked at her
sidewise. "Heard the news,
HaEelg
Red Herring, the town marshal.
Aouching against a showcase, COW
srtly watched the girl.
somenody Killed TIP o'Gorman
IN his own house last night" said
Hazel wondered why Mates eyes
\ never LETT her face: Tip oGor-
mani He was one OF Uncle Toms,
friends. VINO DID ~!
They found BIZ Wingo's: squirt
en- the floor beside the body and
right inside the door a snakeskin
hatband the whole town knows be-
longs 70 BIZ"
HazeIs cheeks began to glow.
rhatsdoesn't prove anything" she
declared IN a level voice.
HaEel's black eyes we're glitter
ing through slitted eyelids. Really
Nate Samson should have been
warned.
You think Bill did it?" asked
Hazel Walton.
Nate nodded. $50 does every
body else.
At any rate" Nate pursued with
relish, there's a warrant out for
: ~ FttAQOtneF warrant Hhznl'S
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g cheeseknife that lay on the coun.