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"Duke," said Sterry, turning to the rustler, "it's two of us against three, and you and I have been there before." But on the verge of the explosion the rustler came to the rescue. "There's no need of any row, Sterry; I'll surrender and take my chances."
Larch Cadmus' idea of 24 hours' notice don't go down with this crowd, eh?" And the crowd unanimously responded in the negative. Mont Sterry had wisdom enough to turn to the fullest account the remarkable advantage gained through the sagacity of his mare.
He was the one that had sent the warning, and the other was the one that had received it. The twenty-four hours' truce had been ended by the words and action of Cadmus himself, and his chief wonder, now that Fred Whitney was with him, was that Monteith Sterry should show any mercy to his persecutor; had the situations been reversed, the course also would have been different.
While Sterry could not feel so well disposed toward Vesey after hearing this account, he did not regret the part he had acted, and he was also suspicious that Capt. Asbury had tinged his version with a little romance. The incident itself was of small moment, but the consequences were likely to be far-reaching and important. One of the rustlers had fallen and his companion had escaped.
He was thus engaged when a second knock startled all. Capt. Asbury wheeled and demanded: "Who's there?" "Duke Vesey, under a flag of truce." No name could have astonished the cattlemen more. This was the man whom Sterry had expected to meet, and in whose care it was supposed Jennie Whitney had placed herself. Instead of that, he was asking admittance. "Your flag will be respected," said Capt.
Something in the appearance of the surroundings was familiar to Sterry, but he could not identify them. Just then two of the rustlers fired their guns, and the pinge of one of the bullets was plainly heard. Sterry looked around and saw Capt. Asbury compress his lips and shake his head; he did not like the way things were going. A crisis was at hand.
"I will consent to that arrangement on one condition," interposed the mother, so seriously that all eyes were turned wonderingly upon her. "What is that?" "That you return before the morrow." The countenances became grave, and turning to Sterry, on her right, Jennie asked, in a low voice: "Is it safe to promise that?" "Hardly.
Having observed the wolves as soon as Sterry, they never lost sight of them for a second. Every action was watched, and the curious proceeding noted the instant made. Fred and Jennie continued gliding straight forward, as if they saw them not, and a collision appeared inevitable.
"True enough; she never would have made the attempt," he responded. "And," said Mrs. Whitney, "your friend has not called to you." "Which reminds me," exclaimed Sterry, stepping to the rear window and peering out. But everything in the direction of the stables was as dark and silent as the tomb. "So you see that if you had followed the directions of Mr. Vesey," continued Mrs.
This year I paid my first visit to Newcastle, a tournament which I always look forward to and enjoy as much as any meeting. The management is all one can desire, the people so keen and hospitable. I had a good hard fight with Mrs. Sterry, losing 7/5, 7/5, and winning with her the Ladies' Doubles cups. At Brighton I was again beaten by Mrs. Sterry, although managing this time to get a set.
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