Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-12-05

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you join us?" asked Yancy. Murrel
shook his head, but he made a signifi-
cant gesture to Slosson as Yancy
drained his glass.
] Have a drink with mel" said Slos-
son. giving way to drunken laughter
Don't yo' reckon you'll spile yo
appetite TO breakfast. neighbour
suggested Yancy.
do you mean you won't drink
with me?" roared Slosson.
The captains dropped out and
low It's about time TO these here fes-
tivit,es to come to an end. I'm think
ing some of going to bed myself said
Yancy. He kept his eyes fixed on
Murrell. He realized that If the lat
ter could prevent 1t he was not to
leave the bar. Murrell stood between
him and the door; more than this.
he stood between him and his rifle,
which leaned against the wall in the
far corner Of the room. Slosson
roared out a protest to his words.
That's all right, neighbor," retorted
Yancy over his shoulder. "but I'm go
ing to bed" He never shifted his
glance from Murrell's face. Scowling
now, the captains eyes blazed back
their challenge as he thrust his right
hand under his coat. Fair play
don't know who you are. but I know
what you want!" said Yancy, the light
in his frank gray eyes deepening.
Murrell laughed and took forward
step. At the same moment Slosson
snatched up a heavy club from back
Of the bar and dealt Yancy a murder
Gus blow. A single startled cry es-
capped the Scratch Hitler; he struck
out wildly as he lurched toward Muir
rell, who drew his knife and drove it
into his shoulder.
Cropping wildly, Yancy reached his
rifle and faced about. His scalp lay
open where Slosson's treacherous
blow had fallen and his face was COW
cred with blood; even as his fingers
stiffened they found the hammer, but
the gun out Of his hands. Dashing
the blood from his eyes, 'Yancy threw
himself on Mur1ell. Then, as they
staggered to and fro, Yancy DULY bent
on strangling his enemy, Slosson-
whom the sight Of blood had wonder
fully sobered-rushed out from the
bar and let loose a perfect torrent Of
blows with his club. Murrell felt the
fingers that gripped him grow weak.
and Yancy dropped heavily to the
floor.
How long the boy slept he never
knew, but he awoke with start and
a confused sense Of things. He seemed
to have heard a cry for help. But
the tavern was very silent now. The
distant murmur Of voices and the
shouts Of laughter had ceased. He
lifted himself up on his elbow and
glanced from the window. The heav-
ems were pale and gray. 1t was evil
IDENTIFY very late. probably long after
midnight-but where was his Uncle
Bob?
He sank back on his pillow intent
and listening. What he had heard,
what he still expected to hear, he
could not have told, but he was sure
he had been reused by cry Of some
sort. chilling terror that gripped
him fast and would not let him go,
mounted to his brain. Once he thought
he heard cautious steps beyond his
door. He could not be certain, yet
he imagined the bull-necked landlord
standing with his ear to some crack
seeking to determine whether or not
he slept. His thin little body grew
rigid and a cold sweat started from
him. He momentarily expected the
latch to be lifted, then in the heavy
silence he caught the sound Of some
stealthy movement beyond the lath
and plaster partition, and an instant
later an audible football. He heard
the boards creak and give. as the per-
son who had been standing before
his door passed down the hall, down
the stairs, and to the floor below.
(To Be Continued.)