The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-10-15
CHAPTER lx.-Continued.


When they sought lonely siding
70 allow a 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 NINE"
said the detective to Cooke, and
Cooke glanced deprecatingly at Ard
more.
Hes the little joker, all right"
you can't kill him." remarked the
detective. 1--WE seen 1t tried"
Before the train started the detect
ives crawled back into their car, and
Cooke drew out some blankets,
tooSNu thtIll VII a DtIlIn lol
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 a free track, and
thumped the rails at a lively clip.
Shortly after midnight Ardmore
crawled below and went to sleep. At
five o'clock Cooke called him.
We're 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 mer
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 pnnl IrpW
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
oina boundary into South Carolinf
about here. There's Mingo county
South Carolina, you see'
We'll, that dashes mel" exclaimed
lHt ldDlt WIN nj
fist. II never knew one state from
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 hanginl
on the creek You took me by |
once. but 1t 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 it is very cas-
to tell when you step from one stat
to another. My man left there re
Gently, refusing to stay any longer
, These ApplewGight people thought h
was a spy, and posted a notice on hi
' door warning him to leave, so shift
ed him to the other end of the es
! tate