The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1911-05-26


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any nasty click"
Edwards meskiy answered u wasn't
going 70 say anything out N tho war.
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IAN the same. ! don't intend 20 dls
cuss her with you" was csvansafs
curt answer
Tho herder fell beck into silence
while the RINGER prepared his bunk
fer tho night Tho fact TINT he trans.
ferrod some Of The blankets from bis
own bed 10 that ~ bic visitor did mt
escape Edwards keen eyes. and with
grateful intent he said;
II can give you n TIP, Mr.. Hanger"
said he, breaking out Of silence.
"Tho triangle outfit ia holding more
cattle on the forest than their permits
call for"
How do you known
II heard one OF the boys Dragging
about It."
much obliged" responded Ross
'Tll look into It."
Edwards went on: Furthermore,
they're fixing for another sheep kill
over there too. All the shcepmcn nrc
armed That's why left the coun-
| try. ! don't want to run any more
chances Of being shot up. I've had
enough of trouble. | can't afford to
be hobnobbing with judges and Juries.
I'm just broken down old cowpunch.
err herding sheep In order to keep clear
of the liquor belt"
This seemed reasonable. and the
| ranger remarked by way Of dropping
the subject: I've nothing to say fur
Their than thls-obey the rules of the
forest and you won't get into any fur
thor trouble with me-. And as for
being shot up by the cowmen. you'll
not be disturbed on any national for
est There never has been single
herder shot nor sheep destroyed on
this forest"
Pm mighty glad TO hear that" re-
piled Edwards, with sincere relief.
I've had my share OF shooting IN
and shooting down. All ask now Is
quiet and the society Of sheep. take
a kind Of pleasure In protecting tn
fool brutes. It's about all I'm good
for"
He did indeed look like man in the
final year of life as he spoke. Better
turn In" Cavanagh said In kindller
tone. "Pm an early riser"
The old fellow rose stifiiy and, lay
ing aside his boots and trousers, rolled
Into his bunk and was asleep in three
minutes.
| Cavanagh himself was very tired
and went to bed soon after to slceE
dreamlessly till daylight. He sprane
from his bed and after a plunge In the
stream set about breakfast, while Ed
wards rose from his bunk grooming
and signing and went forth to wran
gle the horses, rubbing his hands and
shivering as he met the keen edge OF
the mountain wind. When he returned
breakfast was ready, and again he ex
pressed his gratitude.
Haven't you any slickerY asked
Cavanagh. ut looks like rain"
mo; I'm run down pretty low" be
replied. "The truth is, Mr.. Ranger,
blew in all my wages at roulette last
week."
Ross brought out a canvas coat, vel
worn, but serviceable "Take this
along with you. It's likely to storm
before we reach the sheep camp. And
you don't look very strong. You must
take care Of yourself"
Edwards was visibly moved by this
kindness. Sure you can spare itr'
Certain sure; I've another" re-
turned the ranger curtly.
1t was hardly more than sunrise as
they mounted their ponies and started
on their trail, which led sharply up
ward after they left the canyon. The
wind was strong and singing cold.
Taking pity on Edwards, who was
shivering, Cavanagh turned on the
trail into sheltered nook behind some
pine trees.
''How do you happen to be reduced
to heriing shecp?" no asked. "Yor
look like a man who has seen better
days"
Edwards, chatting his thin fingers to
warm them, made reluctant answer,
TITS long story. Mr.. Ranger, and Il
concerns whole lot Of other people
some Of them decent folks--so I'd
rntber not 90 into IT,"