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merely left with Yancy because Cren-
shaw didn't know what else to do with

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him."
| Get possession Of him, and If |
don't buy land here I'll take him West
with me-" said Murrell quietly. Il
am willing to spend five hundred dol
lars on this if necessary"
"I'll have to think your proposition
over" said Bladen.
The immediate result of this con-
versation was that within twenty
four hours man driving two horses
hitched to light buggy arrived at
Scratch Hill in quest of Bob Yancy,
whom he round at dinner and to whom
he delivered a letter. Mr. Yancy was
profoundly impressed by the atten-
ton, for holding the letter at arms
length, he said:
swell, sir, I've lived nigh on to
forty years, but l never got a piece
| of writing befo'-never, sir. People,
if they was close by, spoke to me, if
at a distance they hollered, but none
of 'em ever wrote
whats your answer?' demanded
the stranger.
"You tell him I'll be mOnstrous
glad to talk it over with him anytime
he fancies to come out here
The next day Yancy had occasion
| to visit Balaam's Cross Roads. Cren-
shaw gave him a disquieting opinion
as to the probable contents of his let
ter, for he himself had heard from
Baden that he had decided to assume
the care of the boy.
81 reckon Baden will have the law
on his side, Bob!'
1.-The law be lammed-I got what's
| fair on mine, | 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 fore
bod:ngs Of an impending tragedy
lleared up within him. and the miles
we've many that lay. between him and
the Eill
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 fig
ure he missed. The patriarch hurried
toward him, leaning on his cane.
They've took your nevvy, Bob!"
he cried, in a high, thin voice.
"Whos took him." asked Yancy
hoarsely.
"Hit were Dave Blount. Get your
gun, Bob, and go after him-kill the
miserable sneaking cuss!" cried Uncle
Sammy. "By the Fayetteville Road,
Bob, not ten minutes ago-you can cut
him off at Ok Road forks!'"
Yancy breathed a sigh of relief. A
rife was placed in Yancy's hands.
Thank you-all kindly said Yancy,
and turning away he struck off
through the pine woods. A brisk walk
| of twenty minutes brought him to the
OK Road forks.
He had not long to wait, for pres
emily the buggy hove in sight. AS the
buggy came nearer he recognized his
ancient enemy in the person of the
man who sat at Hannibal's side, and
stepping into the road seized the
horses by their bits. At sight of him
Hannibal shrieked his name in de-
light.
Uncle Bob-Uncle Bob" he cried.
Eyes, it's Uncle Bob. You can light
down, Nevvy."
Lego them horses!" said Mr..
Blount.
Light down, Nevvy," said Yancy,
still pleasantly.
Hannibal instantly availed himself
of the invitation. At the same moment
Blount struck at Yancy with his whip,
and his horses reared wildly, think
Ii ing the blow meant for them. Seeing
that the boy had reached the ground
in safety, Yancy relaxed his hold on
the team, which instantly plunged for
ward. Then as the buggy swept past
him he made a grab at DlOunt and
dragged him out over the wheels into
the road, where he proceeded to fetch
Mr.. Blount smack in the jaw. Then
with a final skillful kick he sent Mr..
Blount sprawling. Don't let me catch
you around these diggings again, Dave
Blount, or swear to God I'll be the
death Of you!"
Hannibal rode home through the
pine woods in triumph on his Uncle
Bob's mighty shoulders.
CHAPTER w.
Law at Balaam's Cross Roads.
But Mr.. Yancy was only at the be
ginning of his trouble. Three days
later there appeared on the borders
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