The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-03-30

and consult my watch. 1t was past
midnight, and spurted ahead to tch
up again. If Ind been n tcamstcr
myself l should have been more can
tious, for knew that II little creek
crossed the road ut the bottom of u
draw not far ahead. But my horse
never had to stop to drink, and won
dcring why it took me so long to come
within hearing of them again, rolled
up to the very brink of this draw to
see Turpit watering his team at tho
bottom--not n hundred yards away.
Like q flash l Topped down into the
tall grass, wheel and ALL
"W hats that?" 1 heard one of the
young fellows say.
"Oh. nothin' but an owl or coyote"
answered Turpit, who did not dream
that silent shadow was trailing him
SO closely.
Don't give 'cm too much now,
Tom," heard him tell the young man
who handled the bucket "Thcre's
another creek about ten miles ahead;
We'll stop there to water ngain md
feed bit"
l was glad enough to hear that. It
might give me the chance to pass them
that had been looking for for the last
thre c hours might as we'll have tried
to run through hedge fence as to cut
out on the open prairie through that
tall grass and flank them, as should
have done had the ground been clear.
If l remembered rightly, the next
creek was dry where the road crossed
1T, with water hole dozen rods ND
stream. l allowed them to get n good
start before picking myself and wheel
up out of the grass, and was careful to
keep we'll in the rear for several miles
AS we ncnrcd the creek, however. |
closed up and crcpt along as close to
the old mans heels us l dared. Yes.
my memory had not failed nc, and
felt the blood leap through my veins
as the team went down into the draw
and saw Turpit pull out OF the road
toward the water hole
l knew it would be by the mcrest
scratch if l got past without being
seen, but it was q chance that dared
not miss, and, putting on my best
speed, shot down through the little
hollow and up the other side before
the wagon came TO 4 standstill They
would have been sure to hear me he'd
waited until they stopped. and as it
was saw both the young fellows turn
their heads when l ratified through the
gravelly bed OF the creek. | expected
nothing less than shouts and Il lively
pursuit, but none camc, and, knowing
that had the game in my own hands
then, nibbled my lunch as / wheeled
leisurcly on.
Sleepy, tired and sore enough, but
with the papers made out all ready to
Tile my tree claim on the four fortics
bordering the rivcr-I knew Turpit's
friends would not want the remaining
forties without the water-I was the
first man TO enter the door when the
land Office opened the next morning.
l was none too soon either, for had
barely poclIctcd the receipt for nv
entry fec, when Turpit and his friends
came in. Wishing to see the fun, l
stood behind door in the receivers
window. The young fellows quickly
handed in two presumption filings
The register looked at the number and
shook his head.
YOU'RE just about five minutes too
late" said he. -Four OF these forties
have just been taken"
(Which forties and who filed on
emp beloved Turpit, his big face
purple with rage and astonishmcnt
The register gave him the numbers
and my name. The old man nearly
fell over when he heard it, and the
three went outside to heap malcdic-
tions on the head of that darned
dude"
THAT was him we heard on the
road, I'll bet boss, uncle" said one
of the young fellows; and he passed
us at that til ere dry creek!"
Hans arrived about noon, and at my
suggestion Immediately filed upon the
back forties.
Now, Hans" said I, when We
prove up we will divide the land be-
tween us as we intended at first"
"Shiminy cracky! Dat bicyclcl'' cx-
claimed the big fellow, his fat sides
shaking with uncomfortable laughter
'She's de boy vot done dc business.
guess Turpit don't laugh some more
about my shanging works vid you,
hey?"-Myron i. Gibson, in l.. a. w.
Bnilatin.