The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-10-13
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"hN thCy SOu6ut lOucly
to allow belated passenger train to
pass, the conductor brewed coffee and
cooked supper, and Ardmore called in
the detectives and trainmen. The
sense of knowing real people, whose
daily occupations were so novel and
interesting, touched him afresh with
delight. These men said much in few
words. One of the detectives chaffed
Cooke covertly about some adventure
In which they had been jointly asso.
ciated.
81 never thought they'd get the lead
out of you after that business in Mis-
souri,. You were regular mine,"
said the detective to Cooke, and
Cooke glanced deprecatingly at Ard
more.
He's the little joker, all right"
"You can't kill him." remarked the
detective. I've seen it tried"
Before the train started the detect
ives crawled back into their car, and
Cooke drew out some blankets,
tossed them on bench for Ardmore,
and threw himself down without ado
Ardmore held to his post in the tow
er, as lone as the lookout in a crows
nest. The night air swept more cool
ly in as they neared the hills, and the
trains single brakeman came down
as though descending from the sky,
rubbed the cinders from his eyes, and
returned to his vigil armed with a
handful of Ardmore's cigars.
For the greater part of the night
they enjoyed free track, and
thumped the rails at lively clip.
Shortly after midnight Ardmore
crawled below and went to sleep. At
five o'clock Cooke called him
Were on the switch at Kildare.
One of your men is here waiting for
you"
Big Paul, the German forester, was
called in, and Ardmore made his toilet
in pail of water while listening to
the big fellows report. Cooke
Joined in the conversation, and Ard.
more was gratified to see that the
two men met on common ground in
discussing the local geography. The
forester described in clear, straight
forward English just what he had
done. He had distributed his men
well through the hills, and they were
now posted as pickets on points ia
vorable for observation. They had
found along the streams four widely
scattered stills, and these were being
watched. Paul drew a small map
showing the homes of the most &C
tive members of the Appleweight
gang, and Ardmore indicated all these
points as nearly as possible on the
county map he had brought with him
Here's Raccoon creek, and my
own land runs right through there
| just about here, isn't it Paul? | al
ways remember the creek, because
like the name so much"
you are right, Mr. Ardmore. The
best timber you have lies along there
and your land crosses the North Car
DINA boundary into South Caroline
about here. There's Mingo county
South Carolina, you see."
well, that dashes mel" exclaimed
Ardmore, striking the table with hi
fist. II never knew one state iron
another, but you must be right"
I'm positive of it, Mr., Ardmore
One of my men has been living Their
on the creek to protect your timber
Some of these outlaws have been cut
ting off our wood"
1T seems to me | remember tn
place. There's a log house hangin
on the creek You took me by
once, but it never entered my hea
that the state line was so close"
1T runs right through the house
And some one, years ago, blazed tn
trees along there, so 1t is very cas-
to tell when you step from one stat
to another. My man left there n
Gently, refusing to stay any longe
These Appleweight people thought h
was spy, and posted notice on h
door warning him to leave, so | shift
ed him to the other end of the Q
tate"