Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-11-15

suggested that. In the off season, he
filed various functions at the inn.
edged near enough to the speakers to
show that he wished to join in the con.
versation.
Reginald Mason turned to look at
him, and the man saluted.
BEG pardon, sir" said he In n strong
Welsh accent. but was you speaking
of the clerical gentleman who left
some of his luggage here a few weeks
back"
"Yes, yes. Well?"
ut was me who saw the last Of him
when he left here, sir, and he went out
by himself. with just his little bag car
ried across him on strap"
"By himself?
"Yes, sir. But look you. as soon as
he had left the house. not more than
quarter Of an hour after. there come up
a fellow who asked for him and who
went Off after him. q fellow | know
very we'll. sir"
"Well. and who was itT'
1T was biz. redheaded fellow, sir,
who's employed ON one Of the sheep
farms over in the hills yonder. He
comes in most every market day.
And can you tell me his nameT
mo. sir | only know him through
seeing him about. He drives In the
sheep. and he buys and sells In the
market for his master. So I've gath.
cred. 4 rough looking customer"
Reginald Masson's heart sank. Then
q passion Of energy and anger seized
him. 1t was impossible to doubt that
some evil had befallen his brother. and
this information seemed to point to
the direction in which he must look for
a solution Of the mystery.
Although he was burning with I'm.
patience to prosecute his inquiries, 1t
was too late to do so that night. Al
ready the little town was asleep; the
lights in the windows were for the
most part eXtingulshed; there was
hardly football In the street.
Reginald went up to his room. but
he could not sleep. This rough. red
headed fellow who had come to the
hotel Immediately after Granville's de-
parture from 1t could be. Of course, no
other than the wild, uncouth son Of
the mountains" Of whom his brother
had written In his last letter. To find
this man. therefore. was plainly the
first thing to be done.
On the following morning the waiter
who had given him the information
came up to Reginald and told him that
he had made inquiries in the town that
morning and learned that the name
Of the redheaded man was unknown,
but that he was called "Coch Tai" az
nickname in the sheep market at
Aberayron.
And have you been able to find out
where he lives?" asked Reginald.
"Yes. SIR It's up in the hills yon-
der. over by Llyn Foel. He's in the
employ of n farmer yonder, Mr.. Tre-
garon Of Monachlog farm"
"Is that far OFF,"
ITS 4 matter or i've or SIX miles,
look you. up along the valley. But II
would he hard for you to find without
guide. sir. being right up among the
hills"
"Well. you can find me guide. can't
you?"
"Oh. yes. sir! You don't think of
going today. sir. do your
Certainly do. Without mo.
ment's delay"
"Well. sir. It's nasty day for such
walk. We shall have snow before
midday by the look Of the sky, and
when the snow comes on It's hard
work for them that knows the paths
we'll to find their way among the hills. u
@Well. hard work or not. | have to
go. And If you can't find me guide
must 60 without one"
Reginald was eating ham and eggs
but with very little appetite. His anN'
iety and feverish eagerness to be or
the road made breakfast hard task.
"All right, sir. III find you guide
sir" said the waiter.
And then he Shutfled away with ap
parent haste until he reached the dool
of the coffee room. when he turned
slowly and hesitatingly and came bacR
again. His tone had become mysterl
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