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Show " BEING REMINISCENCES OT THB iflf ,-, T3ARLY BORDER EXPERIENCES OP (JMi I All 3 ur I ml laj i ricuii ili bull grierson pr p 111 Francis. Reno, who has written theso Ui reminiscences of his early experience? in 18 the West, comes of a family oi pioneers B and flslucre. unci is rein ted to Major Rono I of Custer Mnssarrn fame. His cnrlior B years were spent In tho turmoil of Tron- M tier life In Arizona, wliero he was ror m some time deputy sheriff and later deputy II Vnlted Stales mnrslial, at Tucson. Hlo II efforts In enforcing the Chlncso exclusion 1 act on the Max I ran border have lwn fl hlchlv cominended ly the Washington au- M thorltles. and recognized by the H . g li - binders, who placed a price or SnOOO on his head, which stands today. Or Into venrs ho has hell a highly responsible position with one of he l"rfij)sl hunk pro- , tectlve nsFocintlons In the United States. and as superintendent of Its secret terv- ice has established an enviable record of fciicccss In running down haiUc burslnrs. B These stories arc confined to his earlier experiences In the West, tho scenes or M which nro laid In Arizona and Now IR ieo near the Mexican border The I.ast 1 Frontier, which until recent years i a f wild and lawless, and where, the tpl-al l "hod man" of pioneer days made his last j Ktand. !' Aboui ten venfs ago, when the- ter- ritory of Arizona numbered among its inhabitants a generous supply of "bad men" of Ihe true western outlaw type, i i jhe more mention of "Bull" Gricrson s : naine was sufficient, to mako any of- i : ficer of the law within hearing loojc 1 serious and indulge in a few uncom- ! plimpnlarv remarks testifying to the skill of thai notorious bandit in olud- , dng capture. Tho man was :i genuine . t dare-devil, and nature had fitted him out with physical qualifications eminently emi-nently suited' to the kind of life he ! had elected to lead. Six foot four in ' I his socks, with the shoulders and reach of an African gorilla, active as j: a panther, his burly frame presented a combination of strength and activity 1 no ordinary man would care to tackle. ' Also, in a section of the country where 1 1 "good shots" are the rule rather than J the exception, bo was noted for his ' quickness on the trigger, and to attempt at-tempt an exchange of bullets with him f meant almost sure disaster to the part.' of the second part, as many an ' . unfortunate individual had discovered when too late to regret his boldness. , Twice he had fallen into the hands j of the law. On the first occasion he was arrested for the killing of a man J named Henry Patterson, and although I there is little doubt that the crime was premeditated, and not, as (Irierson r i lawyer claimed, an ncl of self-defense I on his client's part, he was ncquittod j bv a .jurv composed largely of his li friends'. Those that did not belong ' in the latter category were probably influenced by their colleagues and a l, not unnatural fear of vengeance to '' come should they fail lo vote for I Griorson 's freedom. I Again he was .apprehended for being 3i concerned in a train hold-up which re- ? stilted in the looting of the express ' car and wounding of the. messenger. 5 This time, with outside aid, he man- jT aged to break jail and crossed the, in- ifl tcrnatioiial boundary safely ahead of I the posse that followed at his heels. Here, the deputies gave uj the chase and returned home to await the auspicious aus-picious day when Bull Gricrson would again tempt fate by making another raid into Uncle Sam's territory. Sooner or later this was bonnd to occur, for Griorson was just the sort of fellow j to take desperate chances, and even if l he could manage . Jo hold his lawless ' tendencies in check while under ihe wing of the Mexican government, ho was too thoroughly an American to continue to reside indefinitely among ; the Greasers, for whom he. was known to entertain a hearty dislike. Throe months had passed since the flitting 'of the "Bull" to Mexico when I. stood upon the platform of the lit-the lit-the railroad station at Phoenix. Ariz., awaiting the arrival of ouc John B. Shore! iff e of New York. L was not, at that time in the federal service, but interested in rhc fortunes of the Big Sembro .mine, and the superintendent. Bill Haines, had asked me to meet this youth. Shercliffe was tho son of a Wall street broker, who, himself an old western man, had decided that a taste of roughing it in Arizona was what the youngster needed to 7iiold him into shape, with which object ho 9 had consigned him to the tender mcr- Ih m iuiiiu's, wun instructions to put him to work and keep him there for a H ycur. When the train rolled in and .Tohn B. Shercliffe stopped off a Pullman I was rather agreeably impressed with his appearance. He was a tall, well-setup young fellow, with a frank, open countenance and devoid of that air of superiority to all things not truly eastern that too often characterizes the cultured tenderfoot new to tho ways of the west. On closer acquaintance ac-quaintance he turned out to be a verv decent sort of chap and accepted with perfect good humor tho jests perpetrated perpe-trated at his expense by tin- mischief-loving mischief-loving gang-at. the Big Sembro. There were" two things greatly in ShorelilVc 's favor that helped mightily toward lifting him into the groove of j , his new life. A lover of horseflesh, lie could ride well, and his shooting was far above the average of most new arrivals. Consequently it was not long before he became "one of the boys," and the teuderfool varnish wore off him with wonderful rapidity. It was not long after his arrival that news of Bull Griorson ?s return lo Arizona reached m. lie had been seen and I recognized in a town about sixtv miles I from Phoenix, and as there was a re- I ward of &o'iOO offered by tho express fl company for the capture of the outlaw. H hie pi'olrib'o movements formed an in Im lOri's.'iji-i topi- of conversation among the members of tho Big Sembro aggregation. aggre-gation. After Shercliffo had been in a mens-uro mens-uro broken in to tho ways of the. country, coun-try, old man Haines set him the lask-ofpatroling lask-ofpatroling the pipe line? of the mine. This line was some six miles in length, and used to supply tho mill and cyanide cy-anide tank's with water. Occasionally tho lino was tapped by wnndering vandals van-dals in need of water, who, not content con-tent with supplying their wants, seldom sel-dom look the trouble lo plug up the orifice made in tho pipe, and a leaking resulted which left the Big Sembro woefully short of the very necessary fluid, liike myself, Shercliffe had been appointed a deputy sheriff, at .Haines s request, giving him authority to make arrows, and when he hoard the news of Griorson 's reappearance in the state, ho said to me with a laugh: "Now, to make a pinch like that would be worth while. T?cno, eh? Better Bet-ter than wasting the power vested in me by the Inw on Mexican pipe raider's." , ,, "You may have the power ot the I law., all right, son.". I responded, "but don-'t fool yourself with the idea that nothing nioro is necessary in order to clap the bracelets on Bull Griorson. It isn't like raiding a gambling joint up east with a bunch of plain clothes elbows el-bows backing you up. Bull doesn t o,aro a hang for the majesty of the law, and he's somo swift, with a gun, being sort of careless as to whom he picks out for a target.;" "So T imagine, judging from what I henrd," said Shercliffe. "All the same t wouldn't mind having a try for him if he was within range." "Bettor run along and attend to tho pipes, Johnny," said I, "and forget Bull Gricrson. He's an unhealthy proposition to monkey with, and that s gospel truth." I Shercliffe onlv laughed and rode off 'whistling, and 1 didn't think anything moTC about the matter. But as it happened hap-pened Johnny was destined to see Gricrson sooner than either of us expected. ex-pected. Presently he reached the pipe and rodo steadily along tho black lino in the sand, heading due north. He found ever3'thing in good condition, and after covering six miles dismounted dismount-ed at the head of the lino of Lost creek, picketed his broncho, and sat down io cat his lunch under the shade of a cottonwood tree. Having finished, he lav resting comfortably, and, yielding yield-ing to the enervating influence of the heat, dozed off into a heavy slumber. It was thus that Bull Gricrson found him, and Shercliffe wns first made aware of his arrival by being rudely awaked and thrown violently over on his face. Taken utterly b- surprise, he eould offer little or no resistance, and in a trice found himself tied hand nnd foot, his revolver gone, and Bull Griorson Grior-son standing over him grinning from ear to car. "This is what I call real good luck. ;My bronk foundered quite a ways back there, and I needed a fresh horse and a drink of wntev about as-bad as T ever wanted anything in 1113- life. And here they were both nice, and ' convenient con-venient to 1113- hand. Did you by any chance happen to be one of them deputies dep-uties that's so anxious to have a chat with Bull Griersonl" Shercliffe had sense enough to shake his head negatively. "J'm onl3" patrolling the water pipe for the Big Sembro. he replied, and Griorson grinned again. "Liuckr for you," ho responded. "Jf you wns one of them man hunters IM a' left a little lead in -our S3stom to remember me by. Well, good bye; I'm in something of a hurry- and can't sta3 lo 'arn with 3-011 an 3- longer."" Springing lightly on the back of the broncho he rode "swiftly away, while Shercliffe lay gazing helplessly after bitn. When night fell and Johnn3' failed to return we guessed that something some-thing had gone wrong, and with two of the boys from the bunk house T started out in search of him, trailing along the course of the pipe line. "Wo found him, stiff and bruised by the coils ,of the rope, but otherwise unhurt. He was intensely wrathful, though, and expressed his opinion of Gricrson very loreibh'. "Be thankful 3-011 got off as eas3' as you did," T told him. "As a general "thing a man that goos lo a clinch with Bull Gricrson doesn't have much breath left to complain with when tho fuss is over." "I never had a chance." complained Johnny. "If T had boon awake it might have been a different stow." "Yes, and 3-ou probably wouldn't have been able to talk much about it, either," 1 replied. "Don't be a fool, Johnny," But' Shercliffe 's grouch over his ill treatment was too strong to die out in a hum", and the "joshing" he was subjected" sub-jected" to by the rest of the gang on our return was not calculated to improve im-prove his temper. "If ever T meet that fellow again VII get him or he'll get me." he said, vicioush. "1 may be a tenderfoot, but T'm no coward, Reno." "T don't doubt .your courage for a moment', Johniy," 1 said, "The. cards were stacked against 3011. and 3011 couldn't win. that's all" But L don't believe ou.Ml have another chaneo to try conclusions with Gricrson in a hnrrv. He's probably safe across the border by now." As matters turned out, however, ni" conjecture proved to bo incorrect, for Griorson was eauirht by two officers i that verv night. But while t hoy were 1 riding along with the prisoner between I them bound to his saddle, Griorson ! managed to slip his handcuffs. matched a revolver from the bolt of . one of his guards and shot him in the back, killing him instantly. Then. , wheeling his horse, he disappeared in a (dump of timber, pursued b3" an ineffectual inef-fectual volle' of bullets from Mnrk Gaines, the surviving officer. J Tn tho early dawn of morning Gaines, j niiding a horse upon which lay t he lifeless form of his comrade, reached tho Big Senibro. His arrival was the. scene of an outbreak of throats of vengeance ven-geance from "the men in the bunk-house, bunk-house, all of wlipm had known and liked the murdore'd deput3. Gaines, his face set with a grim scowl, raised his hand for silence. I ); I want just two men to take the I tr:iil with me' lie inil ;ic nnn no ln could mako his voice heard. "Xo more throe's a plenty. You'll do for one, Heno. Who do you want for mate?" Before I could answer Shercliffe . gripped my arm and squeezed it like a ; vine. "Tako me," he whispered, "Don't ' refuse, Frank, if you'ro a friend of mine. 1 must go! ' ' ; Of my own free will I. dp not suppose sup-pose that. T would have selected ShcV-oiiflV ShcV-oiiflV as ;uy companion on a man hunt, uf this kind. .Although he had to a great extent out grown his reputation as a tendorfont, in a game of such tin-, tin-, certain qaulity one would naturally j prefer a seasoned veteran. But against Johnriy's youth and inexperience I set ' iu the bnlnuc.o his atreucth. a''i .it." ' V 1 If .. rfv.' FOU ND HIMSELF TIED HAND AND FOOT. and courage, and the handicap didn't soem so hoav, after all. Moreover, when 1 saw how thoroughly in earnest he wns, I couldn't find it 1113' heart to deny the boon he asked. Consequent, Conse-quent, in the course of a few minutes min-utes a fresh mount had been procured for Gaines and Shercliffe and I hit tho northbound trail with him in the direction di-rection of LoBt Creek. It was at the latter place that Gaines decided to stop for an instant, as a former friend of the outlaw was living there and it was barelj possiblo that Grierson might have sought his aid. But no trace of t ho fugitive was discovered dis-covered at this point and we paused in our seareli to hold a council of war. 'There's one thing 3011 can gamble on," said Gaines, "and that 's the anxiety anx-iety of Bull to get hold of another horse. His old mount must be pretty well played out. seein' that it wasn't anv too fresh when he broke away." ""Well, the nearest point he'd be likely to get a horse at is the Burnham mine"," T remarked. "Tf he can land a fresh mount there it's him over the line in jig time." "How about Sancho's place there s hor?es to be had there?" suggested Shercliffe. "No, Burnham 's the nearest," returned re-turned Gaines. "T guess wo'll hike over there," We got to the Burnham outfit in time to have a bite of breakfast and make a few hurried inquiries. There wove no horses missing, and Gricrson had not been seen by anyone in the camp, so we started on a ride to the Suncho ,six miles nwny TVe were half wav to our destination when a cloud of "dust on the horizon caught my eve and I drew rein, pointing it out to nn' companions. "Seems ns if there's a bunch turned loose from the Sancho outfit." 1 remarked. re-marked. "We might as well stop a moment and see what the excitement is." "That's so," agreed Gaines. "Shouldn't be a bit surprised if I hey wore bringing some news that -nd interest in-terest us, supposing that Grierson came this way." We pulled up short and sat in our saddles watching the approach of the dust cloud. As it drew nearer the wind lashed asido the haze and the figures of several horsemen appeared, galloping furioush. "That's Jack Karnes in vthc lead." commented Gaines. "He hclongs t lo the Sancho bunch. There's something big in the wind." Karnes did not slacken his pace as he came closer. "Fall in line", boys," he yelled as ho passed; "3011 ma.v be wanted. Gaines. We're on the trail of a boss thief."' Applying spurs and quirts wc forced our mounts forward until the3 wore racing alongside tho man from the Sancho. "What sort of a looking chap was he. Eamcs?" queried Gaines. " didn't see him," responded Eanies. "Ballard, the fellow whose I t l'. 1... .... 1, l.orl O 1... rwl.. tied round his head." Gaines glanced significantly at me. "Guess I must have winged him when he broke awaj"," he remarked. "Sa3", l-'nincs, that was Bull Griorson for a million. He got awaj' from Tom Dexter and mo last night, slipped his handcuffs an1 shot Tom." "Then it's him. nil right," declared Hames. "He hopped from behind a tree, pulled a gun on Ballard and made him give up his horse. Bnllard shot at him as lie rodo awa.y, but missed the man. Ho touched the bronk. though, with a second shot, and that's how we got our trail. See there!" Ho pointed to a rod clot of blood that !ui.o on the mud ahead. ,"Was the bronk hit hard?" demanded de-manded Gaines. "Don 't-know." replied Eamcs; "but he didn't, have more '11 an hour's start." "Then wo ought to get him," I remarked. re-marked. "He seems to be making for Grizzly canyon, and means to fight under un-der cover of the rocks." "How main' times did Grierson shoot at 3"n last night, Gaines?" inquired Shercliffe. "Twice." replied Gaines, "and they came mighty near, too." "Did he fire at Ballard?" asked Shercliffe of F.ames. "No," "was the repl3". "He just made his bluff, mounted an' hiked awav." "That lea ves him three builcts," commented Shercliffe, "if he hasn't wasted aii3' others provided that the gun he snatched from Dexter was full." "Of omirse ")i-nc full.'' rf1rrtnrl Gaines, contemptuously. " 'Taint likc- we'd be carryin' .1113 empt.3- clindors when-1 Juokin ' after a chap like Bull Grierson. An3wa3, lot me tell you, three shots with Bull doing do-ing the shootin ' is plcnt3 enough, 'spccialh in da3time. The3''rc just as like as not to snuff out three lives, 3"oungster." Jolinii3" made no rcpl3", but grinned triumphantly at me. Evidently the seriousness se-riousness of the business fn hand , meant nothing to him, whereas the 1 more ciiance of coming to grips with Bull Grierson was ever3thing. For I the moment f half regretted having brought him along, but it was too late for repining now. As we conversed the three horses were swinging ahead at a steady gait. TI1C3' seemed to be about equals matched in point of endurance, en-durance, but the rest of the Sancho crowd had fallen hopclcssK" behind "It looks as if it was going to be up to the four of us," remarked Gaines, as he glanced back. "Well. Griorson only lias throe shots, if we've reckoned right. That'll leave one to finish him at the worst." Ho ended the sentence with a hoarse laugh, and urged his mount forward. I could not help marveling how Grierson, Grier-son, with his wounded horse, still managed man-aged to maintain his lead. Present h a scries of rockj" hills succeeded to the expanse of desert. Still following the red trail, we broke through an opening in the rocks and entercu tho Grizzby cnn3'on. Hero and there a pool of water wa-ter appeared, the bottom of the canyon for the most part being dry. except where an occasional underground stream appeared on the surface. Stopping Stop-ping to water our horses, Karnes's 1 mounl, after drinking,, laid down and I refused to rise. "Just 1113 luck." complained Eamcs, 1 bitterly. "You'll have to plav it out ! without ine, boys." j Leaving him" behind. we pushed j ahead, and a little further Gaines's broncho fell heavih, apparonth" exhausted. ex-hausted. Gainos attempted to" rise, but slipped back again uttering an exclamation ex-clamation of rage. "My ankle's twisted all out of gear," he said, savagely. "T can't go on. Do the best you can, .Reno, he can't be far off now." While I hailed to speak with Guinea. Shercliffe was forging steadily ahead, and turned a bend in the gulc'h. As I spurred forward to overtake him, the echo of a shot rang through the can-3'on, can-3'on, and in a few ".more moments I turned the corner. A wounded horse, evidently the propeiy of our quarr3, lay stretched on the rocks. Shercliffe, dismount nd. wn nrniioliiiio- hnli'rwl ,i boulder, gazing at the precipitous height of the left wall. "I saw him up there a minute ago," ho said, tranquilly, "but fancy I missed him." As he spoke I glanced up and saw the figure of a man crawling" across a projection on the face of the cliff, and recognized Grierson. His hat wns gone, and in placo of it a blood-stained rag encircled his temples. Shercliffe 's "revolver "re-volver rang out, but evidently- without effect, as Grierson continued to crawl onward. Looking attentively at tho face of the cliff I discerned" the path up which Grierson had struggled. Jt was an ugly climb, but as the outlaw had so far managed it successfully, I. I concluded that I could do likewise". "Keep 3'0iir 030 on him, Johnny-," T said, "anil try your luck with a' shot whenever he stops to rest. I'm going up after him. Tf he ever gets over the edge of the cliff lie has a chance to get clear." Shercliffe uttered a cr3 of remon strancc, but springing forward T caught at the scragg3 bushes and projecting pro-jecting footholds and commenced the upward climb. II was a tough contract, con-tract, and not improved b3 the thought that Grierson had still ' a couple of shots at his command, but I set my teeth and struggled on. taking advantage of every little bit of cover offered by bush or boulder, whenever I stopped to tako breath. Gr.icrson's whole object, however, how-ever, now seemed to be to gain the top of the cliff without halting to shoot at his pursuers, and for this f felt profoundly pro-foundly thankful. Looking below for an instant 1 was disgusted to behold Shercliffe also toiling up the face of the cliff. Kvidontlj hp feared lest he might not be in at tho final act of tho 1 drama, and cursed his youthful impetuosity. im-petuosity. At last Grierson gnined the brink, and I saw his legs vanish overhead. 1 crouched behind a convenient bowlder "half expecting him to try a snapshot, but none came, and I resumed my climb. Presently T reached a granite projection on the edge of the cPiff, and, drawing myself up, found myself standing on the rough country bordering the desert. In tho distance L snw Griorson dodging among tho hillocks and running swiftly" across the plain, and took up the chaso which had now bocamo a footrace. Glancing back, I saw Shorcliffo just climbing over the edge of the cliff. For a man who had pnssed through a trying physical experience Grierson ran with oxtraordinar3" speed. Still 1 was gaining upon him after about a mile of strenuous effort, when 1 beheld him rushing up an incline to a mound of stones upon which stood a windlass. Near by stood a miner on the ore-dump ore-dump gazing in surprise nt the racing figures. Griorson sprang up the sido of the mound without speaking, rushed at tho miner, knocking him to the ground, and hurled himself into the ox-hitlo ox-hitlo bucket. Tho windlass creaked nnd groaned under the pull of the cable, nnd the crank whirled wildly. Presently a thump announced that the bucket had hit the bottom. I gasped in surprise wondering if tho bandit had survived the shock of that crazy descent. "How far docs that' shaft go?" inquired in-quired of the miner, who had just picked himself up and stood glaring at mo in angry astonishment. "Thirty feet" was t he reply. "What I the devil " "Hold on." 1 interposed, grasping the crnnk, as Shercliffe came ' rushing up. "That man is Bull Griorson. and wc want him for murder. Who else is there down in that shaft?" "My pardncr, and ho ain't got no weapons, oil her. He has a hole ready .to fire, and was just about to come up. "He's in a bad box, then," rcmnrkod Shercliffe as he stared down the mouth of the pit. "Crack, crack, crack! came throe shots in rapid succession and Shercliffe jumped back with an oath of surprise, his hat. falling off his head. "A close call." he snid coolly, as ho picked up his riddled headgear and gazed at (ho groove cut in tho crown by a bullet. "Well, all his ammunition ammuni-tion is gone, anyway. What's next to bo done?" T turned the crank vigorously and the end of the rope appeared, but the bucket was missing. The rope had been cut clean through with a knife. "Whoso claim is this 3 " I inquired of the miner. "Jackson 's, that's mc," was the reply. re-ply. "There's a, twenty-fivc-fnot level at the bottom of the shaft and a hole for ventilation over there." He Tiointed to a small moiintl unf. fnr from tho ore dump. "Could a man get through the ventilator ven-tilator shaft?" 1. asked. "He might; but there's no ladder there. Here's one. but " Jackson stopped short and pointed j to the mouth of the shaft. Shercliffe 's ' head was disappearing from view. X sprang forward to pull him back, but ho was out of reach and descending ! the ladder rapidly. i "Johnny, you fool, come back here, " I shouted," but that cheerful youth only responded with a mocking laugh, and I saw that there was no chance to interfere. inter-fere. Catching the rope L started in the direction of the air shaft and tho1 windlass again groaned in response to tho null. "What's the move now?" demanded Jackson. "I'm going down thai ventilator hole," was my response. "You cut that rope loose when it's till run out." The words had scarcely left, my mouth when the sound of an explosion followed, and a volume of smoke rushed from the shaft. "Somebody set off that hole Bill had leaded' yelled Jackson. "Them fellows fel-lows will all be killed by flying rocks or smothered by the fumes. " "Perhaps uot," T said, hopefully. "That air shaft should clear the raxna mEp. quickly. But come along and help me jKfc1 got down tho ventilator." Wmf-Together Wmf-Together wo fastened one end of theBfj rope at tho surface and allowed tho-E)fr other to drop below. Grasping it tight-KS lv L lowered myself into the narrow JK4' opening. Tho descent; wan anything jjHjtjl lint ploasnnt, taking into consideration Maifti the disagreeable and sickoning f umeB flS'n of the blast, but at, last a faint light qgfli t;rooted my oyes and 1. stood at tho bottom of the shaft. Advancing cau-Wyf tiouslv I reached a ledge on which Wyi stood "a burning candle and ns the Wg smoke cleared awny crent forward, rp. volvor 111 hand. Suddenly I caught fo licht of two figures locked in a deadly -cgU embrace, writhing and twisting on tha ground. Tho uppermost, was Johnny, jM1 that underneath tho giant form ofW.p Grierjon. , JlJ For an instant 1 stood gripping my I revolver by the barrel, anxious to jjfTj strike, vet afraid of injuring bherchffe,;i JV so closely knit together were the strugr cling forms. Although Grierson wa; ; jg underneath, such was the. vitality of Jg his iron frame and o funous his at; g. tempts to dislodge his antagonist that -I R Shercliffe. with aH his athletic train- ing and bull dog courage, could do noj more than hold tho advantage ho poa; f se.ed. But at Inst Johnny managed 5 '5 to shift his right hand rrom tho out-i J law's shoulder to his throat, and hit Griorson's bond went back to the. X ground T saw my chance and brought J the revolver butt down on hia aknll ? J with all mv strength. Tho bandit's it limb's relaxed limply, he groaned nnd lav still. Shorcliffo rose with a sigh, of relief, and shook hands with mo ( enthusiastically. "A bully wiiui-up, Tvahii 1 it: whs 2 his age comment. "Say, but it's no I wonder they named that chap Bnll ??, Grierson. lie's a strong one, all right. I might have handled him but. I'm not 4 sorrv you stepped around when 3'ou I slipped the handcuffs on the pros- W trate outlaw, and then, with Shercliffe, J? proccedod to look for Jackson's mips- f, l ing partner. We found him recovering ,jj ?f from Ihe shock of the explosion when fP Griorson had lircd the hole. He hadl .? been stunned, but. was otherwise nn- Lf hurt. Then, having, with Jackson's as-1 sistance, hoisted the still unconscious 3 bandit to tho .surface, we went in g search . of our horses and began the h W triumphal procession back to the Bigl Sembro. f "There's one good thing comes out-ji r? of this." said Shercliffe, when our pris-1 onev had been landed in safe keeping, f ?v "The boys can't kid me about being J; p a tenderfoot any more. I've been fnllv.T; U initiated, thanks to my friend, Bull W Grierson." 3 !? I nodded an emphatic assent, for i ? Johnny's statement left no room for $ !j5? argument f, 'L? (Xext week- "Bat Daly and the j C1 Burrell Twins.") W |
