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"Maybe Looney give 'em hot shot about this island and they're keen to go, thinkin' there's bunches of gold there, which I know ain't so. But it don't matter if we git a charter at fifty a day or so, and drag it out into a couple of weeks." "We'll want our own crew," suggested Peth. "Bevins," said Jarrow. "Shope," said Peth. "And Doc Bird for steward, and Shanghai Tom ships as cook." "Right.
I considered him as "game" a man as I had ever met. "Bevins, I have got to take you back," said I, "but as you can't walk with that foot, you can ride my horse and I'll foot it." We accordingly started back for our camp, with Bevins on my horse, which was led either by Green or myself, as we alternately rode the other horse.
He's up to maroon ye all." "We've got the skipper," said Trask, grimly. "Don't worry about him. He is dead." There were exclamations of surprise and joy from the boat. "Ye done for him? No foolin'?" asked Bevins. "No doubt about it. Come aboard and see for yourself." "Ye won't make no trouble for us for what we done if we come for duty?"
A Difficulty with a Quartermaster's Agent I give him a Severe Pounding Stormy Interview with General Bankhead and Captain Laufer I put another "Head" on the Quartermaster's Agent I am Arrested In the Guard-House General Bankhead Releases me A Hunt after Horse Thieves Their Capture Escape of Bevins His Recapture Escape of Williams Bevins Breaks Out of Jail His Subsequent Career.
We immediately proceeded to the spot indicated, and as we came within sight of the house we saw our stock grazing near by. Just as we rode up to the door, another one of our old packers, whom I recognized as Bill Bevins, stepped to the front, and I covered him instantly with my rifle before he could draw his revolver. I ordered him to throw up his hands, and he obeyed the command.
I sent a shot after him as soon as I awoke sufficiently to comprehend what was taking place. Williams attempted to follow him, and as he did so, I whirled around and knocked him down with my revolver. Farley by this time had gathered himself out of the fire, and Green had started after Bevins, firing at him on the run; but the prisoner made his escape into the brush.
We could see, however by the long jumps he was taking, that he was making excellent time. Soon the trail became spotted with blood, where the thorns of the prickly pear had pierced his shoeless foot. After a run of twelve miles we saw Bevins crossing a ridge two miles ahead.
So pushing our steeds as fast as possible, we rapidly gained on him, and when within a hundred yards of him I cried to him to halt or I would shoot. Knowing I was a good shot, he stopped, and, coolly sitting down, waited till we came up. "Bevins, you've given us a good run," said I.
Shortly before three o'clock, Jack Farley, who was then on guard, and sitting on the foot of the bed, with his back to the prisoners, was kicked clear into the fire by Williams, and the next moment Bevins, who had got hold of his shoes which I had thought were out of his reach sprang up and jumped over the fire, and started on a run.
A man who could run bare-footed in the snow eighteen miles through a prickly pear patch, was certainly a "tough one," and that's the kind of a person Bill Bevins was. Upon looking at his bleeding foot I really felt sorry for him. He asked me for my knife, and I gave him my sharp-pointed bowie, with which he dug the prickly pear briars out of his foot.
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