Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-01-06
D'ri and /
BY 1RyING BAcHELLER
Author Of Eben Hold the Blessed Isles" Etc.
CHAPTER VII.
BY IRVING BAcHELLER

The sun was lifting above theltree-
tops when the counts valet allied
me that morning at the Chatesl LIE
Ray. Robins were calling unds my
windows, and the groves rang with
tournaments of happy song. OF that
dinner-party only the count WIS at
breakfast with me. We ate hurHedly,
and when we had risen the horses were
at the door. AS to my own, tall
chestnut thoroughbred that Mr.. hrish
had brought over from EnglaEd, ]
never saw him in finer fettle. tart
ed Seth by Caraway Pike for Osdens-
burg with the counts message.
Mine host laid hold Of my elboT and
gave 1t good shake as left him,
with D'ri, taking a trail that led north
by west in the deep woods. Thef had
stuffed our saddle-bags with penty
for.man and horse.
/ could not be done thinking d the
young ladies. 1t put my heart in a
fiutter when I looked back at tho cas-
tie from the woods edge and say one
of them waving her handkerchtf In
a window. I lifted my hat, and put
my spurs to the flank with srh a
pang in me that I dared not look back
again. Save for that one thing, /
never felt better. The trail was smooth,
and we galloped along in silenG for
a mile or so. Then it narrowed to q
stony path. where one had enouA to
do with slow going to take care his
head. there were so many boughs in
the way.
"Jerushy janet" exclaimed D'h, as
he slowed down. "Thet air 8 Ean'
place. Never he'd my .karkiss ID no
sech bed as they gin me las nisht-
softer n wind, an he'd springs on like
them new wagins ye see over n Yer
mont. Jerushy! Dreamed I was fyin'. !"
had been thinking Of what to do
II we met the enemy and were hard
pressed. We discussed 1t freely. and
made up our minds that If there nme
any great peril Of capture we would
separate, each to take his own way
out Of the difficulty.
We halted by small brook at nid-
day. feeding the horses and Ourselves
out of the saddle-bags.
"Ain't Jest eggzac'ly used t this
kind Nv SICKLE" said D'ri, as hefe
the edge of his saber, "but be
dumed ef it don't seem es ef d wter
be ruther dangerous with thet an n
my hand"
He knew little about rough fghdng
with q saber. He had seen my faher
and me 60 at each other hammerand
tongs there In our dooryard everyday
of good weather. stormy days 1nse57Tet
always stood by In the kitchen, par
ing with laughter, as the good teel
rang and the house trembled. Hehad
been slow to come to it, but hadh
his try with US, and had Learned to
take an attack without flinching. l TENT
at him hard for q final lesson thatday
in the woods great folly, / was
soon to know. We got warm and
made more noise than l had any
thought of. My horse took alarm and
pulled away, running into thickA. I
turned to catch him.
Judas Priest!" said D'ri
There, within 10 feet Of US, saw
what made me, ever after, more Fu-
dent man. 1t was an English ofeer
leaning on his sword, tall and hand
some fellow of some 40 years, in shiny
top-boots and scarlet blouse md
gauntlets of brown kid. :.
"You are quite clever" said he,
touching his gray mustache.
made no answer, but stood pulling
myself together. I 4
"You will learn" he added, smiling,
with q tone Of encouragement. Let
me show you a trick"
He was most polite in his manlsr,
like play-hero, and came toward me
as he spoke. Then I saw four otter
Britishers coming out close in uion
US from behind trees.
He came at me quickly, and j net
him. He seemed to think 1t would be
no trick to unhand my weapon. Like
a flash, with a whip Of his saber, he
tried to wrench 1t away. D'ri had