Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-04-21

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was to suggest the saddle to them with
out letting the cowboys understand, and
by good luck thought I had the means.
Albert had complained to me the day we
had ridden out to the Indian dwellings
at Flagstaff that his saddle fretted some
CALLED spots which he had chafed on his
trip to Moran s Point. Hoping he would
"catch on" shouted to him:
"How are your sore spots, Albert2"
He looked at me in puzzled way and
called, "Aw-I don't understand you'll
"Those sore spots you complained
about to me the day before yesterday, "
I explained.
He didn't seem any the less befogged
as he replied, "Ihad forgotten oil about
them"
GIVE got touch Of the same trou-
BILE, " I went on, land if were you I'd
look into the cause"
Albert only looked very much mysti-
fed, and didn't dare say more, for at
this point the trio, with the sheriff,
came out of my car. If I hadn't known
that the letters were safe, could have
read the story in their faces, for more
disgusted and angry looking men have
rarely seen.
They had q talk with the sheriff, and
then Fred, Lord Rallies and I were
marched off by the official, his lordship
demanding sight Of warrant and pro-
testing against the illegality Of his ar
rest, varied at moments by threats to
appeal to the British consul, minister
plenipo, her majesty's foreign office,
etc., all Of which had about as much in
huence on the sheriff and his cowboy
assistants as a Moqui Indian snake
dance would have in stopping a rum
away engine. I confess to feeling GER
tain grim satisfaction in the fact that if
was to be shut off from seeing Madge
the Britisher was in the same box with
me.
Ash Forks, though only 6 years old,
had advanced far enough toward civil
lization to have a small Jail, and into
that we were showed. Night was come
by the time we were lodged there, and,
being in pretty good appetite, I struck
the sheriff for some grub.
"I'll git you somethin," he said good
naturedly, "but next time you shove
people, Mr. Gordon, just quit shown
your friends My shoulder feels like
Perhaps it's just as well not to say what
his shoulder felt like The western vo-
cabulary is expressive, but at times not
quite fit for publication.
The moment the sheriff was gone
Fred wanted the mystery Of the letters
explained, and I told him all there was
to tell, including as good description
of the pony as I could give him. We
tried to hit on some plan to get word to
those outside, but it wasn't to be done.
At least it was point gained that some
one Of our party besides myself knew
where the letters were.
The sheriff returned presently with a
loaf of canned bread and tin Of beans.
If had been alone, should have kicked
at the food and got permission for my
boys to send me up something from 81,
but thought I'd see how Lord Rallies
would like genuine western fare, 80 I
said nothing. That, have to state, is
more-or rather less-than the Britisher
did after he had sampled the stuff, and
really don't blame him, much as en-
joyed his rage and disgust.
1t didn't take long to finish our sup
per, and then Fred, who hadn't slept
much the night before, stretched out on
the floor and went to sleep. Lord Rallies
and sat on boxes-the only furniture
the room contained-about as far apart
as we could get, he in the sulks and I
whistling cheerfully. I should have
liked to be with Madge, but he wasn't,
so there was some compensation, and 1
knew that time was playing the cards
in our favor. So long as they hadn't
found the letters we had only to sit still
to win.
About an hour after supper the sheriff
came back and told me Camp and Bald.