San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-07-30
Th6OnIy OutRbOut Him

The teams loaded to the top with sup
plies for camp were on the point of start
ing for the woods, the impatient horses
paving the snow and tossing off
showers of bell tones; whips were
cracking and men were exclaiming and
boys were running, and Mr.. Sibley was
getting angrier every minute. The sec
ond teamster was nowhere to be found.
by gracious, I'll discharge him!" roared
Mr.. Sibley. You run right home, An
ME" he said, in different tone, to the
young girl with face like a bunch of
flowers, who came along and paused on
the edge of the confusion. Your moth
err wanted them crackers right away
Can't You find him?" as old Peachblow
came across the square.
Reckon he's discharged himself" said
one of the men, swapping his long whip.
Just when he'd orter be on the spot or
die! And if they don't make Palterer's
tonight the stOrmll be ON them
Its no use, sir, said oldSPeachblow.
"Hes over at Boosey's, used up. He
don't sense nothing"
Then I'll give him his come uppance
tomorrow" roared Mr.. Sibley. You
bet your life won't keep a man who
drinks or smokes tobacco"
Gould l do instead, sir?" asked
young fellow standing by, whose glance
had flashed on and off the pretty girl like
the light that plays from glass in the
sun, while at the word tobacco the men
gave that placid stare at each other
which answers all the purposes of q
wink.
You? What in thunder do you know
about hOrses!'
81 think can drive that team, SIR"
"What could you do in the camp after
you get there, with your build?' glanc-
ing the newcomer over-a pale, slender
STRIPPING. Looks if you were made of
white satin ribbon"
The young man laughed, showing his
white and even teeth. Dor he said.
Not much, sir. perhaps, but find my
way out. | don't suppose could handle
the logs"
"Whered you come from" suddenly.
cover beyond, with a backward move
ment of his head in direction across
the bay.
"What do you call YOURSELF"
John Dean"
John Dean. What were you doing
last?"
Running a machine"
"Why amt you running machine
now"
Wanted a change" indiferently, his
hands in his pockets, perhaps that no
one might see how they were trembling.
well, don't see but | shall have to
risk it. Can but try" said the busy lit
tie man. John Dean! Get up there
and take the strings and drive to No. 10.
Don't urge them horses because they're
free. It's the best team in the state, and
I'll rather lose their weight in spruce
gum than have them 90 lame. And don't
N,.5,e IL IT, bringing them back. Do
you hear" For John Dean had already
climbed the seat and taken up the reins,
and the whole procession WAS starting
while he spoke And no swearing,
boys" Mr. Sibley cried after them.
Blamed if I'll have swearing in my
camps!
Like ter see yer drive these blasted
cattle er mine without it," sud a big fell
low on one of the teams Col darn We,
can't We stand up;
The best horses in the state! John
Dean almost tremblel again as he took
the reins What did he know about
horses. indeed! Was taking their charge
on the same line rs that he
had left: Bat what else WIS there to
do? Yes, it was Il bad beginniug-but
his intentions, with intentions of bed
rock, might he not? Well, nothing vent
ure nothing have. And it was a great
stroke of luck, this chance, after
Pick up your reins, lad, said the lit
tie old man on the team behind. Them
horses mean business
John gait cred up his reins. But pres
entity came the voice again, Hold in 60
ing down hill, if you don't want to break
their knees"
John held in. And. now it vas. Don't
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