The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1908-02-13
CHAPTER VII.

'In What have YOU been doing
now, WIZ" asked Miss Mat
de. with prescience.
only buying a horse, Matte re.
turned Red soherly Seems TO be
quite an event here
as that all?"
That's ALL so help me Bob Red
had a suspicion that there would be
objections II she knew what kind of a
horse Ii was.
Iettls. who had roomed with Red
overnight, was in the secret.
The horse arrived, leading very
quietly. as Mr.. Upton had said. II
was a buckskin. fat and hearty from
long resting Nothing could be more
docile than the pensiye lower lip and
The meek curve OF the neck. Nothing
could be more contradictory than the
light OF its eye. brooding baleful
FIRE. quietly hiding rs time.
Scatter friends" cried Red as be
put his foot In the stlrrup, Don't lie
too proud to take to TIMBER
He swung over as lightly as q ira
peze performer deity catching his
other stirrup. The horse groaned and
shivere,l
Don't let him get his head down,
Col ding 1t! Don't you screamed Mr..
Upton In Wild excitement
Red threw The hridle over the horn
Of the saddle. GO II. You devil"
cried he Aud they went Six feet
straight IN the air first pass. The
crowd scattered. as requested. They
hurried ut that Red gave the brute
the benefit Of his go as they touched
earth, aud bis opponent grunted when
be felt the Jar OF II. They rocketed
and ricochetted; they were here. they
were there. they were everywhere. the
buckskin Squealing like a pig and fight
ing with every ounce of the strength
that lay in his steel strung legs. The
dust rose IN clouds: Reds hat few in
no time; he was yelling ike maniac.
and the crowd was yelling like more
maniacs Now and then glimpse OF
the riders face could lie caught. trans
ported with Joy OF the struggle; then
the dust would roll up and hide every
thing No one was more pleased at
the spectacle than the Blacksmith He
was capering In the middle Of the
road. waving hanG hammer and
shouting: Hold him down, Hold him
down, Why do you let him jump up
like that: If was on that horse I'd
show you. Aw, there 1t is again.
Stop him. Stop him.
At this point the buckskin made
three enormous leaps for the black
smith. as though he had understood.
| The smith east dignity To the winds
| and went over the nearest fence in the
style that little boys when coastng
call stomach whopper," or words to
that effect, and took his next breath
saved the labor, rs the horse wheeled
on one foot and pulled fairly for the
picket fence opposite. Red regretted
the absence of herders as the sharp
pickets loomed near. 1t was no time
for regrets The horse was over with
but little DAMAGE slight scratch
enough TO rouse his temper. however,
for he whaled away with both hind
feet, and pats of the fence landed n
hundred feet off. Then dash through
an ancient grape arbor. and they We're
lost to view of the road. Some reck-
less small boys scampered after. but
the majority preferred TO trace the
progress of the conflict by the aborig-
inal "Yerhoops' that came from some
where In behind the old houses.
"There they gor' piped up a shrill
voice of the small boy brigade. fright
through Mis- Dayisses hen coops! You
ought to see them hens fly" The tri-
umphant glee Is beyond the reach of
words. Simultaneous squawking veri-
fed the remark as well as feminine
voice urging 81 violent protest, cut
short by scream of terror. and the
slam of door. The inhabitants of
"Mis' Davisses" house instantly ap-
peared through the front door, seeking
the street.
To show the erraticalness of fate, no
sooner had they reached the road than
Reds mount cleared the parapet of the
bridge in single leap. beautiful
leap, and came down upon them In
| the road H filh
| All got out OF the way but three
| year-old. forgotten in the excitement.
| Upon this small lad. fallen fiat in the
| road, bore the powerful man and
horse. Then there were frantic cries
Of Warning Fifty feet between the
/ youngster and those mangling hoofs--
twenty-five! The crowd gasped. They
were blotted together! Not so. A
| mighty hand had snatched the boy
away in that instant of time. He was
safe and very indignant In bowling,
huddled heap in the ditch by the road
side, but alas for horse and rider!
The buckskin was not used to such
feats,. and when Reds weight was
thrown to the side for the reach he
missed his stride. struck his feet to
gether, and down they went, while the
foot deep dust sprang into the air like
an explosion.
Miss Matte rushed to the. scene o.
the accident, followed by everybody
Young Lettis, equally frightened, was
close beside her. 7sh"a 1sf''73
i n"Oh, win, are you Killed - she cried