Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1911-05-05

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ser vengeance in the thirst for the
greater-that he had come to fling
their misfortunes into the faces of the
father and the son, and to tell them
that the work was his. He heard only
the voice of the savage in his heart
and that was whispering, xiii! KILL"
1t was close on midnight when the
door giving on the porch opened and
the two men stood on the threshold.
The younger of the two was speaking.
It's quieter than usual tonight.
That was a good move-getting Lud-
low and the two Helgersons Jailed. l
was in hopes we could snaffle old Ca
leb with the others. He pretends to be
peacemaking, but as long as he Is loose,
these fools will hang to the idea that
they're fighting his battle against u.s."
1T Is already fought" said the older
man, dejectedly. My luck has gone.
When Henniker puts US to the wall,
we shall be beggars."
The young mans rejoinder was an
exclamation of contempt.
You've lost your nerve. What you
need most Is to go to bed and sleep.
Wait for me till I've made a round of
ring up the surrey right now"
He left the porch on the side near
est the furnace and Gordon saw an
active figure glide from the shelter of
a flask shed and go in pursuit. He
followed at distance. 1t was needful
only that he should know where to find
Farley when kincaid should have
squared his account
"a laic oh 1e1 he ~
the great gates first, and thence
through the deserted and ruined coke
yard to the foot of the huge Stag dump,
cold now from the long shutdown.
Tom looked to see Farley turn bac elk
from the toe of the dump. There were
no gates on that side Of the yard, and
consequently no guards.
But the short cut to the office was
up the slope of the dump and along the
railway track over which the drawings
of molten Stag were run out to be
spilled down the face of the decliv-
ity. There had been no Stag drawing
since the new blow in earlier in the
day; but while he was watching TO
keep Farley in sight in the intervals
between the gasf1ares, Gordon was
conscious of the note of preparation be-
hind him: the slackening of the blast
the rattle and clank of the dinkey To-
connective pushing the, dumping ladle
into place under the furnace lip.
Farley had taken two or three
scrambling steps up the rough scanned
declivity when the workmen tapped the
furnace. There was a suffering roar
and the air was filled with coruscating
sparks.
Then the stream of molten matter
began to pour into the great ladle, a
huge eight-foot pot swung on fitting
trunnions and mounted on a skeleton
fiat-car; and for Gordon, standing ut
the corner of the ore shed with his
back to the Stag drawers, the red glow
picked out the man scrambling up the
miniature mountain of cooler scoria-
this man and another man running
swiftly to overtake him.
He looked on coldly until he saw
Kincaid head off the retreat and face
his adversary Instantly there was
squirt of fire from a pistol in Farlev's
right hand, a brief flash with the re-
port swallowed up in the roar from the
furnace lip. Then the two men closed
and rolled together to the bottom of
the slope, and Gordon turned his back.
When he looked again the trampling
note of the big blast engines had
quickened to its normal beat, the blow
hole was plugged with its stopper of
damp clay, and red twilight born of
the reflection from the surface of the
great pot of seething Stag had succeed
ed to the binding glare. Where there
had been two men locked in struggle
there was now only one. and he was
lying quietly with one leg doubled nm
der him. Gordon set his teeth in an
cry disappointment Had Kinca,d
broken his compact
The nrst-long-d drawn exhaust of the
dinkey engine moving the Stag kettla
out to It's spilling place ripped the nj.
lence. Gordon heard-and he did not
hear: he was watching the prone fiS-
ure at the dumps toe. When 1t should
rise. he meant to fire from where n.
stood under the caves of the ore shed.
The thought CONTEMPLATED
nothing picturesque or dramatic. II
was merely the dry thirst for the blood
Of q mortal enemy.
The pufYing locomotive had pushed
the slag-pot halfway TO the track end
before Farley sat up a. ono daxed ana
seemed to be trying to get on his feet.
Twice and. once again he assayed IL
falling back each time upon the bent
and doubled leg. Then he looked up
and saw the sias-c car coming: saw and
cried out az men scream in tho death
agony. The end rails of the dumping
track were fairly above him.
Gordon heard the yell of terror and
witnessed the frenzied efforts Of the
doomed man to rise and get out OF the
path of the impending torrent. Where
upon the murder demon whispered In
his ear again Farley's foot was caught
In one OF the many sears or seams In
the lava bed. 1t was only necessary to
wait to withhold the merciful bullet,
to 30 away and leaves the wretched
man to his fate.
Like bolt from the heavens, into
the very midst of the cold blooded.
murderous triumph. came long-neg-
lected form Of words, writing itself In
flaming letteds in his brain: Thou
shalt do no murder" And after 1t an
other, But say unto you. love your
enemies. bless them that curse you, do
good to them that hate you"
Something gripped him and before
he realized what he was doing he was
running. gasping. tripping and falling
headlong. only to spring up and run
again. with all thoughts trampled cut
and beaten down by onsi would he
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