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THE TAT T L E R titiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiHiiMiiiiiittiiiiimimiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiimi iiinii i iimiiiiiiiiiiii:iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiiiM imim iiiiiimniiiMiiiiiiii niinii The Escape of the Prisoner EE RECKLESS was a cattle rustler and the leader of the most : desperate gang in Texas. His home was in the saddle, and he could split a card turned edgeways at twenty paces with his 38 Colts. He sat beside a large fire place in a cabin which was his headquarters. He had sent Sledge Hume, his right-hand man. to Cottonwood that afternoon, for tobacco. It was now eight o ' clock and he had not yet returned. Suddenly Red stiffened in his chair, then quickly walked to the window. The faint beating of a horse ' s hoofs could be heard, and in a few minutes Sledge leaped from his horse and entered the house. His shirt was stained a dee] ' ) red on the right shoulder. Who has been using you for a target, old man? asked Red Reckless. Sledge Hume drew a chair up to the fire-place and sat down before answer- ing. ‘‘I was just settin - down to a card game over at Cottonwood when that ranger. Captain McNally, dropped in the joint. He knowed me and opened fire. I made a forced march to old Pronto and took French leave. W hen bullets come that close they don ' t sing ‘Home, Sweet Home Home ' to me. 1 he smile which always lighted the face of Red disappeared. He never laughed when he was talking business. “Sledge, the rangers are startin ' to make it hot for us. We have got to make one more haul and vamoose. The Xeuces country has a posse out after us now. 1 hey are wild about the murder of old Lawson. If we can get away with this deal at Rodgers tomorrow night we can retire from business for a few months. They are goin to drive the whole heard down as far as Glenwood. 1 here they will divide them. Half goes north for shipment, the rest goes south for the winter, and only one man is to be left at Glenwood. All we have to do is get rid of this one man and drive the whole works across the border. What do you say, Sledge? It sounds good, but it irav not work out so well. answered Hume. ‘‘Anyway it is worth trying. 1 will send the bovs to Glenwood tomorrow. We will meet them at midnight, and by daybreak w e will be over the line. I hat night the gang met at Clenwood and jogged slowly toward the cattle camp. A body of some twelve men, led by McNally, was headed for the same goal. He had heard of the intended raid, and wanted to capture Red. When he reached the camp, he stationed his men along the trail where the gang would pass. He did not have long to wait, for soon the approaching horses could be heard. Closer and closer they came until the figures of five men could be per- ceived in the darkness. One of McXallv ' s men stepped out into the trail and or fired them to throw up their hands. The only answer was the sharp report of a gun. and the ranger fell in a crumpled heap. Another man had gone down before the deadly fire of Red when a bullet from one of the rangers struck him above the eye. He whirled and fell from his horse, while the rest of the gang Page T wenty-five
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