The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1901-12-20
CHAPTER v.

CHAPTER V.
Andy writhed under the young
mans grip and words, grew livid and
was clearly afraid.
Suddenly releasing him, Dick flung
him to the ground, and drew pistol
from his breaches pocket.
Foster looked up for moment, then
gathered himself together and arose
to his feet. He did not speak; neither
did Dick. The deadly silence was at
last broken by Dick.
Gam T the chief? he said, replacing
his weapon.
"You are the chief" Foster replied.
"This is our first serious quarrel, let
it be our last" said Dick.
at SHALL" Foster replied; "the man
who can twist Andrew Foster about as
IL he were weathercock is good
enough to follow"
"You think so, truly? And no knife
in your thoughts, no knife or pistol
on dark night when your man is off
his guard?"
"I am sincere" said Foster, thor
oughly cowed.
"Your hand on it."
Foster put out his hand. Dick took
1t, and as he pressed it in a peculiar
way repeated part Of the oath which
bound the little company of so-called
merchants together. "And whatsoever
he shall break his oath of fealty to the
chief then and there in authority, his
life shall be forfeit and may be taken
by one and all; or, failing this just
execution, he shall be deserted by all
in the hour of his need"
"Those are the words, Think"
"They are" said Foster.
"You still subscribe to them?"
IT do"
"Then it is who spare your life,
Andy; not you who spare mine, eh?"
'That is So" said the red-eyed
sneak.
"And we will forget all that has oc-
Cured to shake our tempers in Kirk
STALL"
"And at Leeds" said Foster, ready
to make the amends more complete.
eve are friends, comrades, broth
ers, once more" said Dick, with
pleasant smile. "After breakfast you
will go on your way-at the end Of
the week you will report yourself. i
will meet you six days hence at York
"a mile this side the last turnpike,
at g."
Right" said Foster; and such is
discipline, when enforced by authority
combined with superior skill and
strength, that, half an hour afterwards
the young traveller and his friend were
breakfasting together as amicably as
If there had never been the shadow
of cloud upon their intercourse
They preferred to eat in the private
room that overlooked the high road;
Bellingham and two other guests in
the general room.
1t vase cozy, wainscoated apart
ment, this private room that flanked
the bar, and matched it with a large
bow-window, which commanded fine
view of Kirkshall Abbey, with the Aire
and stretch of green meadows in the
and in the distance
glimpses of the river as it flowed in
crystal beauty through one of the
loveliest valleys in England.
AS the two travellers were finishing
their morning meal they were attract
ed by Tom Sheffield, the man of all
work, leading to the door a smart cob,
which was followed by young fellow
mounted upon a similar animal, the
sturdy countryman vaulting out Of his
saddle to assist merry-looking girl
into hers. Not that Mary required his
aid. She took his hands, neverthe-
less. It was offered with the grace of
D perfect horseman.
Jack Meadows was Yorkshire born
and bred, and If there is one thing a
can do better than any
other man it is to ride horse, and
Il there is one thing a Yorkshireman
knows more than any other 1t is a
good horse when he sees it. Jack
Meadows was a rough farmer; he sat
with the dignity of an Indian and the
confidence and ease Of huntsman.
He wore his velveteen Jacket, drab
oreeches. figured stock, and all that,
md smiled proudly at Mary as her
horse curveted and showed its points,
Ind her own.
For spin to Jacks farm" said
Nary, answering her uncle. who stood
n an attitude of admiration at the inn
loor, ito see the new colt; and we will
'e back half an hour before the
.oach."
VERY WELL" said the old man, ''be
n time for the coach, and you'll be In
ime for me. Mary. How are you,
Tack?-