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“We would never have found you,” said Huffman, “if we had not run on one of the gang who under the threat of death piloted us here.” “Where is he?” asked Calhoun. “With the boys up with the horses.” “Let him go,” pleaded Calhoun; “but for him I would now have been food for the buzzards.”
Petersen had apparently executed her deed in 1888. And H. Huffman Browne was the attesting witness to both these deeds! A glance at the following diagram will serve to clear up any confusion which may exist in the mind of the reader: Browne was the witness to both these parallel transactions! Of course it was simple enough to see what had occurred.
But every deed on record which purported to pass any fraction of the Petersen property was witnessed by H. Huffman Browne! And Browne was the attesting witness to the deed under which Hubert purported to hold. Thus the chain of title, at the end of which Levitan found himself, ran back to Mary Petersen, with H. Huffman Browne peering behind the arras of every signature.
Colonel Morgan chose Captain Huffman, who, with thirty of his famous Texan rangers, was soon galloping to the scene of the encounter, under the guidance of the courier who had brought the news. On the way they met Calhoun’s little squad sorrowfully returning.
Captain Huffman had with him three or four men who for years had been accustomed to Indian fighting in Texas; these men took up the trail and followed it like bloodhounds. After going three or four miles, the advance ran into two men, who sought safety by running into the woods; but a shot in the leg brought one of them down, and he was captured.
“To which we will leave these carrion,” answered Huffman, pointing to the dead Home Guards. “But we must be going; Morgan is impatient to be on the road.” Great was the rejoicing in Morgan’s command when Captain Huffman returned bringing Calhoun and Nevels safe; and much satisfaction was expressed over the fate of their captors.
“My wound,” he whined, pointing to his leg. “Bind up his leg,” said Huffman to one of his men. The wound was rudely dressed, and then Evans was placed on a horse in front of a sturdy trooper. “Now take us to the place where you left Red Bill, by the shortest and quickest route; you say it is three miles. If we don’t reach it in half an hour, I will hang you like a dog.
“I dare not,” he whimpered; “Red Bill will kill me if I give away the place of rendezvous. We are under a terrible oath not to reveal it.” “You need not fear Red Bill,” answered Captain Huffman, in ominous tones, “for I am going to hang you. Boys, bring the rope.” “Mercy! Mercy!” gasped the shivering wretch. “Then lead us to the place where you left Red Bill, and that quickly.”
Hemmed in on every side, the Confederates fought as only desperate men can fight; but as soon as it was known that Morgan was well away, Duke and Huffman, and with them many other gallant officers, saw it would be madness to fight longer, and with breaking hearts they surrendered to their exultant foes.
It seemed inconceivable that she should have signed any deed, much less one of so much importance, with her mark, and, moreover, that she should have executed any such deed at all when her husband was on the spot to convey his own property. But the strangest fact of all was that the attesting witness to this extraordinary instrument was H. Huffman Browne!
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