Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-10-05

was never sorry to leave the count
room in Hopedale for "a ride out to
the mill. He had come by degrees
to be sort of superintendent of
all the business, now that Mr.. CAM
eron was absent so often. BY and
by junior partnership might be
in store for him.
He let Rory fall into IL walk,
when well into the forest, and be-
gan to consider his business, as he
had not yet fairly had leisure to do.
81 wish they had not got into
such "A scrape at the MILL" he said
to himself. "Gates ought to have
managed better; though he has had
a mixed crew this time, will con-
fess. | doubt not we should have
done better to have kept Lunday.
But still it did seem best to let him
go, since some of the men who
wouldn't be under a Scotchman
would work well enough for a Y an
kee. And Lunday had rasping
way with him, though he was fair
enough in the main! And he did
get things along faster. Gates
talks well enough, but he flies round
too much to suit me. And | fancy
he does not always control his
tongue. However, Mr.. Cameron
has put him in, and we must make
the best of it. | rather think he
made mistake in turning off those
two men. He says the whole crew
would have been demoralized if he
hadn't. Maybe; but he doesn't
seem to have them any too well in
hand as it is. Glad | did not tel
Elise about those two men. Hard.
ly likely they will make me any
trouble; but, she would have heer
fancying it. Bless her timid little
heartw
Here he became lost in contem
plation of his own happiness, ant
Rory must have covered some mile
of the forest road, when his maste
was rudely awakened from his de
lightful visions by sharp report
and bullet whizzing by his ear.
Rory gave bound which woul'
have umseated a less practiced rider
and darted away like an arrow
"By Jove! But that was a nea
thing!' calculated his rider, catch
ing up the loose rein, and straight
ening himself again, for the bulle
was quite near enough to max
him reel in his saddle.
"Get on, my lad, get on! Wei
get away from this!' he cried out
cheeringly, and Rory seemed t,
understand. Over rough ant
smooth, through wet and dry, Ror,
dashed on, his sharp ears laid back
his long name flying in the wind o
his own swift career.
THANK Gates folly for that!
said Harley to himself. "Thos
scamps whom he turned off are ly
ing in wait for the first man VIII
comes up from the Office. The,
guessed he would bring funds; see
ing me, they were sure of it. Blu
| should hardly have thought the,
would have dared! However, In
well out Of it, for they can't hav
horses"
But this hope was soon dispelled
The sound Of horses feet were faint
ly heard in the distance. Ror
heard them, too; he pricked up hi
ears, and flew OH, faster then.
Good! good!'' cried Harley, ell
couraging him with voice and hand
But his face grew serious, as Ii
remem bered that soon they woul
come to mile of very rough groun
where he could not avail himself o
Rory's superior speed. Through
those rocks and across those slip
perry hollows, he must slacke
speed. He could scarcely keep on
of range, and though he had hi
revolver, little as he expected t
use it, still it would be two to ont
"I'm not much used to fighting
and ] certainly feel like a cowar
at the idea Of shooting a human
being; still it won't do to sit still
and be shot. Once well over thi
rough place, and we will leave then