The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1931-01-23

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l would have bumped him off,"
''Was he mounted?'
"Sure.' Quantrell looked at his
companion in surprise. "Ain't every
body mounted In these hills?"
"I'm not" The younger outlaw no
ticed an odd glitter in Deever's eyes.
81 got no horse an I'm starved am
wore out climbin' these id hills an
wadin' through snow. You fool, why
didn't you kill O'Hara an get his
horse for me-"
Don't talk thataway to me, fellow"
Quantrell snarled. How d know
you wasn't fixed with a horse by this
time? Took me about the flick of
cows tail to get one"
where is yore horse"
"Back in the pines where we al
ways tie"
WED better get outa here" Deever
said. "O'Hara's posse bumped into
me half an hour ago an took two
three shots at me. ducked into the
big rocks an crawled up here. But
they're after me hotfoot"
where's Sommers?"
"He left me at Squaw crossing.
He's amin to lie low with cousin
of his near Aqua Caliente. Wisht I'd
gone with him." There was hunted
look in the mans eyes. His hardy
confidence had deserted him. They'll
get US sure. They're armed with
rifles an we amt, an 1 amt tasted
food for most three days"
Buck up, Deever. They've not got
us yet, an they're not gonna get us
not without real dog fight first"
Thought old Rim Rock Hanson
would gimme food an a horse, but his
place is deserted. What'll we do,
Bob?" whined the tormented man;
.Tell you I haven't eat or slept either
one. I'm bucked out, an this posse
liable to be here any minute"
keep yore shirt on, old-timer," adj
vised Quantrell. wen try to slip
over to Bear creek an down it. We
can ride an tie till we pick up another
horse. We both been in lot tighter
holes than this one. Sure have"
A voice from outside hailed the
house.
Deever started. His sunken eyes
went wildly to those of the other out
law. tits the posse"
Il reckon you're right. Old Amen
Owens voice, I'd say. We better
sneak outa the window an try run
for the bronze. Wen make it fine
through the big rocks more n likely"
with one horse for the two of us
we can't make getaway. got
good mind to surrender"
"An' you with gun in each hand.
Fellow, you're yellow. Slide outa that
window an do like I say. If you've
got any sand in yore craw I'll pull you
through"
"Tell you I'm SICK" Deever pro-
tested. II been through hell these
last two-three days an nights"
Yet he did as Quantrell told him.
The two crept from rock to rock. Not
till they were close to the pines did
one of the posse catch sight of Deever
and fire. Other shots sounded, but
the outlaws had reached the timber.
Deever caught his foot in project
ing rock and fell. AS Quantrell ran
past him to the horse Bob called.
Keep a-comin', Deever."
The bandy-legged man had fallen
into a panic of fear. Either he thought
that Quantrell was about to desert
him or else he feared both of them
could not escape on one horse.
AS the younger man pulled the rein
from the slip knot he heard the pound
ing feet of his companion.
Quantrell turned. IAN set, old
timer, for"
Deever's six-shooter roared twice
Bob Quantrell staggered, fred once
blindly into the ground, lurched
against the trunk of tree, and slid
along it to the snow.
A moment, and Deever was in the
saddle galloping for safety.
Twenty minutes later, still riding
hard, he swung around curve in the
trail. He dragged the horse to its
launches. For he was face to face
with the sheriff and Jack Phillips.
He followed his first instructive re-
action and fired at O'Hara. Before
the echo of the shot came back from
the canyon wall the guns of O'Hara
and Phillips were in action.
Deever dropped his weapon and
clutched at the saddle horn. He slid
to the ground.
Don't shoot again." he gasped.
you've got me-
Almost before they reached him he
was dead.
The officers looked at each other.
Something drivin' him in hurry"
Phillips said. do you reckon he met
yore boys?"
Hes riding the same horse Bob
Ouantrell was two hours ago. That
is, he was minute ago."