Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-21
He said something about some or


He said something about some one
was to carry back with me-" OBJ.
ljected the man.
who said that?" asked Mr.. Yancy
"Bladen did"
"How's a body to know who yo're
talking about unless you name him p
said Yancy severely.
well. what am 1 to tell him.? ?"
Its a free country. and I got no
call to dictate. You-all can tell him
whatever you like" Further than this
Mr.. Yancy would not commit himself,
and the man went as he came.
The next day Yancy had occasion
to visit Balaam's Cross Roads. Or
dinarily Hannibal would have gone
with him, but he was engaged in dig
ging out a ground hogs hole with
oglethorpe Bellamy, grandson of Un-
Gle Sammy Bellamy, the patriarch OF
Scratch Hill. Mr.. Yancy forbore to
interrupt this enterprise, which he
considered Of some educational value,
since the ground hogs hole was an
old one and he was reasonably GER
tain that family of skunks had taken
possession Of 1t. When Yancy reached
the Cross Roads, Crenshaw gave him
disquieting opinion as to the prob
able contents of his letter, for he him.
self had heard from Rladen that he
had decided to. assume the care Of
the boy.
80 you reckon 1t was that" said
Yancy, with a deep breath.
It's a blame outrage. Bob, fo' him
to act like this!" said the merchant
with heat. O..
when do you reckon he's going to
send TO- him." asked Yancy.
Whenever the notion strikes him. v
What about my having notions,
too?" inquired Yancy, flecked into
passion. and bringing his fist down on
the counter with a crash.
You surely amt going to oppose
him, Rob?"
docs he say when he is going to
send for my nevvy?"
HE says 1t will be soon."
You take care Of my mule. Mr..
john" said Yancy, and turned his
back on his friend.
IT reckon Bladen will have the law
on his side, Bob"
"The law be damned got what's
fair on mine, I don't wish TO- better
than that" exclaimed Yancy, over
his shoulder. He strobe from the store
and started down the sandy road at
a brisk run. Miserable forebodings OF
an impending tragedy leaped up with
In him, and the miles were many that
lay between him and the hill.
Hell just naturally bust the face
off the fellow Bladen sends!" thought
Crenshaw, staring after his friend.
That run Of Bob Yancy's was des-
tinued to become a classic in the an
nails Of the neighborhood. Ordinarily
man walking briskly might cover
the distance between the Cross Roads
and the Hill in two hours. He ac-
complished It In less than an hour,
and before he reached the branch that
flowed full quarter Of mile from
his cabin he was shouting Hannibars
name as he ran. Then as he breasted
the slope he came within sight Of
little group in his own dooryard.
Saving only Uncle Sammy Bellamy,
the group resolved itself into the
women and children Of the Hill, but
there was one small figure he missed,
and the color faded from his cheeks
while his heart stood still. The pa
triarch hurried toward him, leaning
on his cane, while his grandson clung
to the skirts of his coat, weeping bit
terly.
They've took your nevvy, Bob!
he cried, in high, thin voice.
Who's took him." asked Yancy
hoarsely. He paused and glanced from
one to another of the little group.
Hit were Dave Blount. Get your
gun. Bob, and go after hiIl-kill the
miserable, sneaking cuss!" cried Un-
Gle Sammy, who believed in settling
all difficulties by bloodshed, as be-
fitted q veteran of the first war with
England, he having risen to the re-
spectacle rank Of sergeant In a COM
pany of Morgan's rifemen; while at
sixty-odd in '12, when there was re-
cruiting at the Cross Roads, his son
had only been able to prevent his
rendering his services to his country
by hiding his trousers. Fetch his
rifle" some Of you fool women"
cried Uncle Sammy. by the Fay
etteville Road Bob, not ten minutes
ago-you can cut him off at Ok Road
forks!"
Yancy breathed a sigh Of relief
The situation was not entirely des-
perate, for, as Uncle Sammy said, he
could reach the OK Road forks before
Blount possibly could. by going as the
crow flies through the pine woods.
Hit wouldn't have happened II
there'd been a man on the Hill, but
llSIe was put PoooSi VA
women about the place. I heard the
boys crying when Dave Blount lifted
your nevvy into the buggy" said I'm
Gle Sammy; "all / could do was to
cuss him across two fields. 1 hope
you blow his hide full of holes!" for
rifle had been placed in Yancy's
hands
Thank you-all kindly" said Yam
cy, and turning away he struck of
through the pine woods "A brisk
walk Of twenty minutes brought him
to the Ok Road forks. as 1t was called.
where he could plainly distinguish the
wheel and hoof marks left by the
buggy and team as 1t went to Scratch
Hill, but there was only the single
track.
This important point being settled,
sense of sweet peace stole In upon
Yancy's spirit. He stood his rifle
against a tree. lit his pipe with flint