Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-09-08
He took out the pen and fink from his

paper. "Git to work." he said. You
needn't try to turn me, you burned old
hog"
Craig raised a pair of wide open,
helpless eyes to the rigid face above
him.
"Oh, my Godr' he said again.
"You let God alone an git down to
business" said Pole, taking a fresh
hold of the handle Of his weapon.
'I'm not goin' to waste time with you.
Either you git me Alan Bishops money
or you'll die. Hurry up"
"Will you keep faith with me-if-
IT,
eyes, durn you, why wouldn't IT.
A gleam Of triumph flashed in the out
laws eyes.
The ex-banker had taken the pen
and Pole spread out the sheet Of paper
on his knee.
"W'hat assurance have II" STAN.
mered Craig, his face like death mask
against the rock behind him. "You
see, after you got the money, you
might think it safer to leave me here,
thinking that I would prosecute you.
I wouldn't, as God is my judge. but
you might be afraid
"I'm not afraid O. nothin'," said
Pole. "Old man, you couldn't handle
me without putin yoreself in Jail fer
the rest o. yore life. That orders
a-goin' to be proof that you have money
when you've swore publicly that you
didn't. No; when I'm paid back Alan
Bishops money I'll let you 90. don't
want to kill man fer jest tryin' to
steal an not maxim the rifle"
The logic struck home. The warmth
Of hope diffused itself over the gaunt
form.
"Then I'll write a note to my wife,"
he said.
Pole reached for one of the torches
and held it near the paper.
"Well, I'm glad won't have to go
furder n Darley." he said. 1T IL be
better fer both of US. BY ridin' peert
can let you out before sundown. You
may git late supper at barley, but
It's sight better n gittin' none heer
an no bed to speak Of"
T'm putting my life in your hands.
Baker," said Craig, and with an un-
steady hand he began to write.
Hold on thar" said Pole. you'll
know the best way to write to her, but
when the moneys mentioned l want
you to say the $25.OO0 deposited in the
bank by the Bishops. You see, I'm not
goin' to tote no order fer money I
hain't no right to. An I'll tell you an
other thing. old man. you needn't throw
out no hint to her to have me arrested.
As God Is my final judge, ef I'm tuck
up fer this, they'll never make me tell
whar you are Id wait until you'd
pegged out, anyway"
I'm not setting any trap for you.
Baker" whined Craig. you've got the
longest head Of any man ! ever knew.
You've got me in your power. and all I
can ask Of you is my life. I've got
Bishops money hidden in my house.
I am willing to restore it If you will re-
lease me. l can write my wife note
that will cause her to give it to you.
Isn't that fair"
That's all I want" said Pole. "An'
I'll say this to you: I'll agree to use my
influence with Alan Bishop not to han
die you by law; but the best thing fer
you an yore family to do Is to shake
the dirt of Darley off'n yore feet an
seek fresh pastures. These round heer
amt as green, In one way, as some I've
seed"
Craig wrote the note and handed 1t
up to Baker. Pole read it slowly and
then said: "You mought "a a1ed 'er
to excuse bad writin' an spellin', an
hopin' these few lines will find you en-
joyin' the same blessin's; but ef it gifts
the Doodle that's ali I want. Now you
keep yore shirt on, an don't git skeerd
o. the darkness. 1t will be as black as
pitch, an you kin heer yore eyelids
creak after l shet the front door, but
I'll be back. ef l find yore old lady
hain't run OF with q handsomer man
an tuck the swag with 'er. I'm glad
you cautioned 'er agin akin me ques-
tions."
Pole backed to the foot of the ladder,
followed by Craig.
Don't leave me here, Baker," he
said imploringly. Don't, for Gods
sake! I swear I'll. go with you and get
you the money"
II can't do that, Mr.. Craig; but I'll be
back as shore as fate, eff get that
cash." promised Pole. 1T all depends
on that. I'll keep mytword If you do
your'n."
81 am going to trust you," said the
old man, with the pleading intonation
of cowed and frightened, child.
After he had got out Pole thrust
bis head into the opening again. 1T IL
be like you to come up beer an try to
move this rock" he called out, "but
you mought as well not try it, fer I'm
soin' to add about a dumpcart load O
'ucks to 1t to keep the wolves from
liggin' you ont"
TO BE CONTINUED.