Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-06-22


urged, not as my hot blood desired. and
He shall deal with me one day, face
to face. that l let loose this man on
the world. yet did not dream of the
bell he should make OF Tryon county
ere his red soul was fed again to the
hell that Matched t..
A little breeze began stirring in the
moonlit orchard; our horses tossed
their heads and stamped: then silence
fell
After long while the voice of Mount
recalled me TO myself. He had drawn
poor Renard 10 seat on the rotting
steps OF the porch.
NOW do you know me, Cade?" asked
Mount again and again.
The Weasel folded his wIthered
hands in his lap and looked up sol
EMMY.
'Cadei Cade, old friend" persisted
Mount piteously, drawing his great
arm about the Weaseis stopping shout
ders. do you know meY'
The blank eyes Of the Weasel were
fixed on Mount.
1T was but yesterday. old freud
yesterday cried Mount And who
went with you OH the burnt trail.
Csde? Who went with you by night
and by day. by starlight and by sun.
eating when you ate, starving when
you starved. drinking deep when you
drank, thirsting when you thirstedi II
was 1. Cade.'' cried Mount eagerly.
The Weasel looked at him with sor-
rowful eyes. then rose and came slow
" toward Silver Heels.
"They say you are not my daughter"
be said. taking Silver Heels hands
from mine. They tell me i have for
gotten many things-that you are not
my little girl. But-we know better,
my child"
Foxcroft. who mad gone to the
shabby barn. came back and whispered
that there were no horses there and no
vehicle of any description; that we had
best make ready for journey to AL
bany Immediately and abandon the
house and its scant furnishings to the
mercy Of chance.
left It to him and to Jack Mount
to persuade poor Renard that a jour
ney was necessary that very night. and
to them also I left the care of pro
viding for us as best they might, say
Ing that had no money until l could
reach Albany and that my horse War
lock was to carry Miss Warren.
As Silver Heels had no cloak wrap
ped her In mine and, passing my arm
around her, led her to the porch and out
across the orchard to the barn, where
Renard sat, mounted on his old COM
rade's horse.
Bear her safely. warlockw NUT
tered huskily and lifted her to the
saddle. bidding Foxcroft mount his
own horse, as I would walk beside
Miss Warren.
So we started--Foxcroft in the van.
then the Weasel, with Mount afoot
leading the horse, then Silver Heels in
her saddle with one hand on my
shoulder as I walked at her side, rife
trailed.
The moon was well on her journey
toward the dark worlds edge ere we
came to a crossroads, but the four
finger posts were missing, and we
found ourselves no wiser than before.
Foxcroft voiced his misgivings that
we were on the Lexington road and
not on the road to Roxbury.
And he was right, for in few mo-
ments we came in full view Of the
Lexington meeting house, with the
Concord road running into our road
on the left and Buckman's tavern on
the right. all ablaze with candles set In
every window and great stable Ian
thorn shining in the center of the road.
TT is past in the morning." said
Foxcroft. looking at his watch. The
British should have been here ere this
II they were coming at all"
| Mount threw his rife into the hollow
Of his left arm and. tossing his horses
bride to Fsxcroft, walked toward
Buckman's tavern, where In the Ian
thorn light throng Of men were
standing.
heard him greet them with
hearty God save our country Then
he disappeared In the crowd. but pres
emily came striding back. rifle on shout
der. followed by an ostler with stable
| light.
The militia have been yonder under
arms since midnight" he said. "A
| messenger rode In ten minutes since
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