Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1923-10-12

Here, you below here, is IL on
| Biu?" cried the blind man again.
At that another fellow, probably
him who had remained below to
search the captains body, came TO
the door of the inn. "Bill's been
overhauled already" said he, moth
in Left
ITS these people Of the limits
that boy. l wish ] had put his eyes
out!" cried the blind man, Pew.
They were here no time ago-they
had the door bolted when l tried it,.
! Scatter, lads, and find 'em."
Sure enough, they left their glim
here, said the fellow from the win
dow
"Scatter and find EN-! Rout the
house QUIT" reiterated Pew, striking
with his stick on the road.
Then there followed a great TODD
through all our old inn, heavy feet
pounding to and fro, furniture all
thrown over, doors kicked in, until
the very rocks re-echOed, and the
men came out again, one after an
other, on the road, and declared that
we were nowhere to be found. And
Just then the same whistle that had
alarmed my mother and myself over
the dead captains money was once
more clearly audible through the
night, but this time twice repeated.
| had thought it to be the blind
mans trumpet so to speak, summon
ing his crew to the assault; but now
| found that it was a signal from the
hillside toward the hamlet, and from
its effect upon the buccaneers, a sig
nal to warn them of approaching
danger.
"There's Dirk again" said one.
''Twice. Wen have to bulge, mates.
"Budge, you skulk." cried Pew.
Dirk was a fool and a coward from
the frst-you wouldn't mind him.
They must be close by; they can't |
be far; you have your hands on it. |
Scatter and look for them, dogs. Oh
SILVER my soul" he cried, iii l had
eyes"
This appeal seemed to produce
some effect, for two of the fellows
began to look here and there among
the lumber, but half-heartedly,
thought and with half an eye to
their own danger all the time, while
the rest stood irresOlute on the road.
''You have your hands on thou
sands, you fools, and you hang leg!
You'd be as rich as kings if you
could find it, and you know it's here,
and you stand there malingering.
There wasn't one of you dared face
Bill, and l did it-a blind man! And
I'm to lose my chance for you! I'm
to be poor crawling beggar, spOng-
ing for rum, when l might be rolling
in a coach; If you had the pluck
Of a weevil in a biscuit, you would ;
catch them still"
Hang it, Pew, we've got the doub- {
oonsi" grumbled one
"They might have hid the blessed Z
hing" said another. take the Z
Pew, and don't stand here q
Squalling was the word for it.;
Pew's anger rose so high at these
objections, till at last, his passion
taking the upper hand, he
struck at them right and left in his
and his stick sounded
heavily on more than one.
These, in their turn, cursed back
1t the blind misereant, threatened
Tim in horrid terms, and tried in
-ain to catch the stick and Wrest 1t
rom his grasp.
This quarrel was the saving of US
or while it was still raging, an
,ther sound came from the top Of
he hill on the side of the hamlet
he tramp of horses galloping. AL
most at the same instant a pistol
hot, fash, and report came from the
ledge-side And that was plainly
he last signal of danger, for the buc-
aneers turned at once and ran, sep
rating in every direction, one sea-
yard along the cove, one slant across
he hill, and 50 on, so that in half 1