Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-03-13
THE RENEGADE's REVENGE.
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was welding in his brawny arm, and
with spring gained the ready rife near
his cabin door Wheeling with the red
mess of skilled soldier, his weapon
swept the scene around him simultani-
ouslv with the rapid glance Of his fash
ing eyes.
But'no form was visible in the opening
or the belt of timber beyond, and his
dog, usually perceptible Of redskin or
a stranger, dozed drowsily on the door
step.
.'something broke loose" muttered
Amos with perplexed look, an 1t was
an arrow, or I've mistook my calling
He lowered his rife snd turned to sur
vey the log cabin. Ills eyes frightened :
his lips uttered grim ejaculation OF
intelligence, and his brows came to-
oether in an ominous fro@n, as he took
step forward and drew from the door
post where the feathered shaft still
quivered from the force Of the contact
long, sharp pointed arrow.
The critical survey he bestowed on
the missile evidently conveyed ready
solution to his mind of its mysterious
arrival
"Renegades," he muttered, land white
ltvered ones at that Redskins don't
waste their ammunition, and the soiled
feathers show clumsy hand l think..l
see the game, my friends" he con-
tinued, with blinking glance at the
timber, land think you'll nd that 1t
is more of caution than scare Me-
hitabIel"
woman's form came to the door at
his word. He poised the arrow on his
finger and held it out for her inspection
.'You see that'" he asked.
ayes, Amos"
"That," and a latent anger flashed in
to the hunters eyes, -s"means, Get out
out Amos DARRELL and the invites
signed, your disappointed friend and
renegade, Abner Tyson"
81 don't understand you, husband"
1T won't take long to explain. Twice
"a week I carry the mail from the falls to
Mendoto. The ma'l-coach brings the
mail bag here, and I run it down to the
settlement. The task means $50 a
month and a ride back throuh fine
hunting country. Who had the contract
y before me?'
Tyson"
bright you are-Tyson. What turned
i'm outs Stealing When I come in.
swore it was all plot. He threat
bed me; I sought him out and ne was
eskas lamb. He assaulted me una
ares. Since then I've been shot at
ice mysteriously. and Tyson received
earning from my friends, that If he
ed it again he would be taken out and
hung up to the nearest hickory. Well
IA good. Tyson subsidies. He giva up
Mite society in disgust and joins the
dskins They'r at peace, and want to
h. at peace, unless he gets 'em drunk
skeer me off, in revenge, he shoots
arrer. He reckons I'll think the
ppewas give me warning. But he's
took himself l don't skeer, and
I come back this time I'll hunt
down, take him to the old ChipPee-
chief, and arter I've exposed him, I'm
ng TO drive him, tarred and teathered
h the settlement"
mos dismissed the subject from his
adj bv tossing the arrow contemPtu-
ksly on~the ground. He had turned to
vresume his rafI-splitting, when his son,
how of fourteen, came hurridly around
the corner of the cabin. His face was
flushed. his manner excited, and the
empty trap he carried in his hand told
his father that some new cause for anxi-
ETY. had arisen.
"Well H ram, what is it, Another
beaver eaten his tail off and escaPed'"
"Worse than that, father"
.'What is it'"
The traps, every one of them but this
is gone"
Amos AK went down with crash.
He never swore, but his invocation to
the slippery elm to "crHsh him to find
ers if he wasn't getting riled," pre-
ceded hasty grasp of the rifle, dead
run for the swamps at the back of the
house, and an order to the boy to come
along.
.sWorse and worsew he muttered as
ne gained the muddy bank where he had
set sixteen baited traps the night before
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