The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-06-20
CHAPTER xII-continued.

any means, Dut "a been a fOOl all M
life, and / ought to have known bet
ter, and didn't. Her husband was (
representative of one of the big min
Ing companies, what had got wind o
us being on the trail of something
and sent him up TO investigate. Hi
was away for days at time, and ths
woman was all alone in the camp.
II got into trouble over her. Hel
husband come back and found us to
gether. He tried to shoot me, but
was handler, and l got the drop OF
him and killed him.
1--WE three was alone in the camp
at the time: the woman, me, and the
man I'd killed. 1t was wild coun-
try, but murder was game no man
could afford to get up against. We
left him lying there and took the
horses and rode for our lives.
''He had<friends, and they set the
police on to us. We got away. though,
You know how | came to be a sort of
chief there. King Seaton, I'm called,
all over the country. After a while
come back. / thought 1t had been
forgotten.
at ought to have been, but De Witt
he recognized me. And he's held me
In his power ever since by threaten
ing me, with the law. So that's how
l come to steal Mr.. Garrett's dia-
monds"
"What did you do with the woman?"
shouted De Witt, springing to his feet
and waving his arms furiously.
you've told the court this much
now go on and tell the rest!"
Judge Crawford hammered with his
gavel, but the uproar in the court was
too loud for him TO make his words
heard. Some were kissing, others try
ing to howl them down. But all
impassive and still, In his place in the
gallery.
De Witt pushed his lawyer away.
There's more to the story by a
d-n sight" he shouted. you've heard
that much, and now I'll tell the rest -
you can be heard at the proper
time, Mr.. De Wittr- cried the judge
angrily.
There's no time like this" an
swered De Witt defiantly, strldng
forward. ''Put me in the witness
box!" he shouted to Brown. "Put me
there If you dare, and I'll tell the
jury the rest of IT,"
Brown. nonplused over this new de-
velopment. hesitated. But glance
at the faces of the jury showed him
that he could not decline the chal-
lenge. he nodded to Seaton, who
stepped down. De Witt entered the
box. The clerk handed him the tesla |
ment but De Witt brushed it aside,
and now, so keen was the interest, |
even tie presiding judge failed to no
tice the irregularity.
''Tll tell you what know" shouted |
De Witt, addressing himself to Davis
In the gallery. you've thrown me |
over after I've worked for you these
ten years and more, you SNUG old
can,'ng hypocritel" be cried. Look
AT timi There he sits, clean and
sane, INGENIOUS like a little tin god
up in the slSiesl''
Judge Davis certainly did look sane
timonious. His eyes were fixed upon
De Wits gravely. To those on the
floor of the courtroom Judge Davis
looked at that moment the very type
of the Pharisee. But some Of those
near him in the gallery noticed that
the old mans eyes had in them look
of strained horror, as if he was ex-
pecting some dreadful revelation.
'1m done with you now I" cried De
Witt. 1inging out his arm with
sweeping gesture "He knew what I
was doing for him; he knew from the
first to Last every bit of the dirty
work that nobody else would do. But
he wouldn't soil lis own hands with
Il. He wouldn't listen to the details.
II was always, Go ahead, De Witt.
r you think 1t proper, but don't do
anything unrighteous or uncharitable.'
Uncharitablel There's not a single
irop of charitable blood in the cid
bodyl
Yes, he knew everything, gentle |
men, and yet there was one thing that
he didn't know, and now his turn has ,
.ome. and he's going tc know it, ASK
him to take Off his collar and show I
'ou his throat, gentlemen. You'll find o
bullet-hole there. It's healed up
ong ago. but it's burning like the
age he felt when ne tried to shoot r
ack. just one second too late. That's
he hole left by Daddy Seaton's bullet, a
nd Daddy Seaton's been running for a
lis life for twenty years because OF o
man he never killed.
Look at him again, gentlemen h
SIX Daddy Seaton to tell you II there "
yas only the woman in the camp, or 4
she didn't have a baby of six NOR
18th her, that she wouldn't leave be- Il
ind. although he wanted her to. Ask 81
i'm who Sheila Seaton is. Then look q
I that old rogue up there once more. h
here sits the man that printed in b
hts in the Chronicle against his own r.
ulghter. not knowing that she was
il md fell Daddy that no knpw | n