Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-09-03
CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER ALA
CAPTURED
Just as Sallys fingers were dlg-
cling into his arm until he was ready
to growl protest, voice came
from the bushes beside the car
"You better get 'em right up in tic
] air-quick."
Sally raised her hands promptly
/ and the Wreck follower suit, after
! she commanded him.
Into the back glare of the heac
light stepped man who carried g
rife that looked ready for work.
cone of ems a woman" he
called evidently addressing some
body behind him.
There was no answer from taf
rear. It seemed that the matter q
conversation had been left wholly
in his hands.
Gwen take the pedigree" sail
the man with the rifle any roia
ton to the sheriff."
Plenty of relation" said Sally
promptly. I'VE want to see HIM.
There was a chuckle by %4y Of
answer.
sure you're lookin' for the
sheriff." he inquired. Il kind OF
figure he's asleep and don't want tc
be disturbed"
you lead me to Bob Wells, "
said Sally. I'm going to step right
out of this car, and if you start
anything with that gun you'll wish
you'd never been born"
The Wreck followed her, and
they stood beside the fivver, witt .
rife muzzle not more than yard
distant from them.
I'll talk to Bob Wells and no
body else" declared Sally, firmly
Are you speakin' serious?"
4 certainly am. And. I'd advise
you not to argue about it."
He muttered something that sne
could not hear, yet it conveyed the
idea that his mind was in doubt
The Wreck remained passive during
the colloquy. He did not need Sal
ly's caution. Whatever might be
required of him. he fell that thu
time was not yet. Besides, he was
sure that Sally had the right idea
There was no need for dealing with
subordinates when Bob Wells was
on lthe ground. He was quite
willing to face the sheriff.
Lead me to the sheriff." said
Sally.
There was a suppressed laugh
from the figure that held the rifle.
"Ill lead you," he said. Come to
think of it, figure you'd better
lead yourselves. You just head for
that campfire and I'll keep walking
behind you. And don't forge!
I'm carrying a gun. Not that it
makes any difference to me, but it
might make a heap of difference to
you"
Sally set off in the lead, stumbl-
ing through the brush in the direc-
ton of the camp. She was angry
enough to shout what she wanted
to say to Bob Wells, but she would
not spoil the dramatic effect OF a
face-to-face meeting. The Wreck
followed in her wake, grim, yet
somewhat out of counterance.
1t as a very small. disorderly and
informal sort of camp. Sally discoy-
cred as soon as she put foot within
the glow of the dying embers.
There was no tent; there was no
sign Of an establishment that con
tanned even ordinary comforts. But
there were two men with rifles in
their hands, sitting up in their
blankets and studying the strang
ers with hard eyes.
Well, who you got there, Lcf.
ty?" inquired one of the men on
the ground.
Parties lookin' for the sheriff, -
observed Lefty, with a somewhat
exaggerated wink.
Just the two of 'em?"
Gust them"
The asker of question arose 10
his feet for better survey of lh
visitors. He was a large man and
his most conspicuous feature was
q broken nose. Sally and the
Wreck came to learn that his com
panions called him Nosey.
Where is the sheriff. demand.
ed Sally, but this time she did not
say 1t with any confidence. A sud
den sicgiving had assailed her.
We amt figurin' to meet up with
the sheriff today" remarked Noscv
This is not his camp, them"