The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-11-17

left forefoot of his own steed, mag
nificent black, and threw one leg over
the saddle bow as if to diSmount.
We understand, boy that You don't
like to work for the kings men, the
Briton went on, glancing at his troop
ers with a knowing smile. But our
gold is better than the mere thanks of
the impoverished rebels and we must
ride good hol ses so as to overtake this
sly fox called Marion, whom we ex-
pect to hang one of these days"
From white Jason's face fitted to
crimson and his eyes seemed afire.
If that be your intention, YOU may
as well turn tail and ride back, for the
Swamp Fox is safe, but you will hear
from him again one of these daysr
That's treason-treason against the
king" cried the officer but come.
We need several shoes on our horses,
so get ready to fill the order and for
the first time do little something for
King George"
Under Fire.
The little blacksmith stepped back
and. from the centre of the shop sur
veyed the dragons.
The fire in his forge was burning
brilliantly, and in a short time he
could fit shoes TO the dragons horses
and send the troop on its way rejoic-
ing.
But that would be helping the cause
of the king, the oppressor of the colo
MES. and he said that he would never
shoe horse for a British soldier.
His father was with Marion and
these dragons were on the Swamp
F'oX's trail
All at once the leader of the troop
sprang to the ground and led his black
horse toward the shoeing block in
front of the smithy.
Get ready. boy he said. 1--WE can't
tarry here all day, and, besides, we
must gallop TO certain place before
dark
Jason Cory coolly laid his hammer
upon the anvil against which he
leaned with folded arms
can't shoe your horses" said he
with resolution. Il once said that 1
would never work for King George,
and L must keep my word"
"Ho! you're just what we've heard
you were little rebel"
Yes, sir, I'm rebel if one is such
who opposes oppression on his own
heath. Ten miles further on you'll
tlnd a smith to your liking, for old
Danny Logan, the Tory, shoes horses
for men like you"
but we want our beasts shod now,
and you're just the person to do it.
Your shoes stick, they say"
They stick" replied the boy with
pride, for he was indeed proud of his
skill at blacksmithing. But YOU have
heard me. [ can't shoe your horses"
Maybe you don't know who am"
1t matters little to me who you
are" firmly answered Jason L work
here and don't pretend to be very in
quisitive''
Il am Colonel Wemyss, boy-ColoneI
Wemyss, of the Royal Dragons"
Jason did not reply
He had heard of this man, noted for
his cruelty to the patriots, and he had
often wished that Marion would swoop
down upon his camp some night and
put an end to his murderous incur
sions.
The shoes, quickl" cried the Brit
ish colonel, getting out of humor
There's a good fire in the forge and
we must be going"
The boy blacksmith stepped behind
TIE anvil and looked at the men at the
door
Not a shoe for King Georger' said
he resolutely.
Test of Courage.
The colonel of dragons bit his lip
and turned to his men.
We'll see about this he said under
his breath. This boy shall shoe our
horses or lose his rebel shop"
Almost in the same breath he gave
orders for five of the men to dismOunf |
and enter the smithy. This was done
and in another moment the tall dra-
goons were drawn up in front of the |
anvil.
The black horse had been led to the
shoeing block by another trooper who