Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-12-30

on must nOt gOl'' ne c0fn91O710eG. another. Then Shearer caught his arm, motioning the dazed and bloody victim of the attack to get out of sight. Thorpe shook bis foreman off with one impatient motion and strode away up the river, his head erect, his eyes fash ing, his nostrils distended.
 'I reckon you'd better mosey," Shear CT dryly advised the dam watcher, and followed.
 Late in the afternoon the two mel reached Dam Three, or, rather, the spot on which Dam. Three had stood. The same spectacle repeated itself here, ex- cept that Ellis, the dam watcher, was nowhere to be seen.
 '"The dirty whelpsw cried Thorpe. 1'They did good job!''
 He thrashed about here and there and so came across Ellis b1indfolded and tied. When released the dam watcher was unable to give any ac- count of his assailants.
 'They came up behind me while i was cooking," he said. "One of 'em grabbed me, and the other one kivered my eyes. Then I hears the shot and knows there's trouble"
 Thorpe listened in silence. Shearer asked few questions. After the low voiced conversation Thorpe arose ab- ruptIy. Where you going?" asked Shearer.
 But the young man did not reply. He swung, with the same long, nervous stride, into the down river trail.
 Until late that night the three men for Ellis insisted on accompanying them hurried through the forest. Thorpe walked tirelessly, upheld by his violent but repressed excitement. Shearer noted the fire in his eyes and, from the coolness of his greater age, counseled moderation.
 "I wouldn't stir the boys up," he panted, for the pace was very swift. They'll kill some one over there; it I'll be murder on both sides.",
 He received no answer. About mid night they came to the camp.
 Two great fires leaped among the trees, and the men were grouped be- tween them, talking. Evening had brought it's accumulation of slow anger against the perpetrators of the outrage. Even as the woodsmen joined their group they had reached the intensity of execution. Across their purpose Thorpe threw violently his personality. You must not go!'' he commanded
 Through their anger they looked at him askance.
 II forbid it!'' Thorpe cried.
 They shrugged their indifference and arose. This was an affair, of caste brotherhood, and the blood of their mates cried out to them.
 ''The workr' Thorpe shouted hoarse- ly. t"The work! We must get those logs out! We haven't time.''
 Then swiftly between the white, strained face of the madman trying to convince his heart that his mind had been right and the fanaticaIly exalted river men interposed the sanity of Rad way The old jobber faced the men calmly, almost humorously, and some how the very bigness of the man com manded attention.
 "You fellows make me sick" said he You haven't got the sense God gave rooster. Don't you see you're playing right in those fellows hands? What do you suppose they dynamited them dams for? To kill our boys? They never dreamed we was dry pickin' that dam. They sent some low lived whelp down there to hang our drive, and Il looks like they was going to succeed, thanks to you mutton heads.
 ''S'pose you go over and take 'em apart. What then? Then have scrap. Probably you lick lem. You whale day. lights out of a lot of men who probably S7r,et+ 1---~-- t'-