Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1897-12-17

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enc of the cars on which lumber was
brought from the lake, and promptly
did SO. Sandy, who had refrained from
physical contact with this bad China
man, losing all patience, descended
from the car and whipped him with ex-
treme vigor. He returned to the car,
hut the other Cinnamon were too badly
scared to work with any effect, and
finally when the boss began to criticise
them i'll his usual picturesque phrase
oloSy, one, known as Little Boy, ex-
rlained to him that the men had sort
Of superstitious dread of working with
4 corpse.
''Where's your corpse?' Sandy asked.
with some lurid adjectives and nouns
accompanying the inquiry. Little Bob
said that he. Sandy. was that corpse;
that Bad Jim would surely kill him;
that he was rs good as dead man now,
and that it was an uucanny thing for
live Cinnamon to work alongside a dead
white man or at his direction. They
would, therefore, withdraw. And the
whole lot of the cattle broke for the
lake. Sandy went into his little office
building and telephoned the headquar-
tiers of the company, asking for a lot
Of new men. ''Thesc yellow ours have
| struck for some fool reason" he said.
''1'hey pretend it's because of 4 row I
had with Bad Jim. who seems to have
made them think he's going to kill me
for knocking him off car. But don't
think he will. for he went off into the
timber with two as beautiful black eyes
as
He did not say any more. for a cant
| hook came down upon his head and he
fell to the floor. Chong Go Kwee hail
come out of the timber.
The curiosity whichis descended from
Eve had caused Becky, away down the
mountain side. to rush to the telephone
as the bell rang. She knew by the sig
nal ringing that the call was for the
company, but it had been lonesome
time that morning and she was delight
ed to hear some human voice, even if the
conversation was only about lumber.
So she listened TO the message and
heard its interruption by the sound Of
the falling cant hook. and some intui-
ton told her what it all meant. Ill
She saw the ferocious Chinaman glar-
ing his hatred at the dying man: she
saw Jim as he backed toward the door
and look hurriedly up and down the
mountain. 1t was Il panoramic view.
She saw the giant throw his weapon
into the bushes beside the little office
building and saw him. too, as he looked
uncertainty about him seeking for the
safest, quickest means Of escape She
knew that mountain as well as did the
Gin-trinking Chinaman. and she knew
his opportunities. She realized just
what he must do to get away quickly.
and as though she were there on one Of
the flat ears looking at him she saw him
as he shambled over to the t1,,me and
hurriedly selected his timber He picked
up one of the cant hooks left by the
deserving Cinnamon and by the grace OF
his great strength whirled the beam
over till it poised delicately on the edge
and then dropped into the water. She
saw him straddle it and work it through
the dead water of the level to the edge,
where the swift flow began, and then
she saw the wood and it's burden start
on its fugitive Journey
Then she went into the back room and
lifted down Sandy's Winchester and ex-
| an:ined it carefully. 1t was in good
condition..
She sat by the window which looked
out upon the fume. The fugitive must
be there in very few minutes. In her
mind she had followed his movements.
and she felt sure of her reckoning. Now
he was whirling around the big curve
at the Elephant rock, now shooting
down the straight course by the Saddle.