The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-11-16
Jack Sniipe
By CLARENCE E. MULFORD
orss'eHr ,sro. ~ rHs PEARSON rusIaaxnse,co
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Il
the hrst thing in the morning
made haste to blurt out to his le
fortunate companions how he had be,
picked as the pivot of the hunt Tb
enyled him and showed 1t very plai
~, and 1t made one thing certain
), MS mind: Jack-snipe hunting mu
De very exciting to the bag-holde
And how quickly they one and all a
nonnced their intention to take pa,
IN the FUN, even though they coul
only be drivers! Bartlett. his for
man, was frankly skeptical of Windy
ABILITY to play the most importan
part in the hunt, but that had bee
characteristic with the foreman +
all things connected with the lates
recruit TO his outfit.
Windy, yo're plumb lucky-but ri
be hanged If think that you'll maxi
good. An If you don't, you'll shor,
be In for hull lot of roasting
Pshaw! You amt got patience
enough sto wait for EN-. Sometimes
It's two or three hours before th
birds are headed right You should
ought to "a follered Tex's play an
let some old hand hold tn bag"
Windy turned away in pitying dis,
gust, too exasperated to make a suit.
able reply. Where could there be any
sense in talking to thick-headed old
moss.back that always doubted? He
would make good or die irving
Day was fading swiftly as the
good-natured crowd dismounted not
far from Big Coulee and picketed
their horses. Windy and Hopalong
followed closely by the others. made
their way into a small clearing close
at hand, where the honored bag-holder
received careful Instructions and was
given the bag. Johnny. the last to
leave him, tossed a sneering remark
over his shoulder that aroused all
the determination in Windy's makeup
ana the bag-holder swore softly to
that there would be no chat
hing to stand when the hunt was over
he was there to handle the bag in
ne most approved manner, and was
thoroughly confident of the outcome
Crouched behind large tuft of
'rass, the bag held open before him.
le peered into the thickening shad.
ws of the chaparral and waited The
ounds of the outfit riding off to the
lace the drive would start from grad.
ally died down and he was alone In
le silence. statue in the darkening
ght.
But the drivers did not stop. They
antered without pause towards the
ar-2o bunkhouse. weak from laugh
Ig, and when the grinning cook went i
the bunkhouse door to watch them i
de up he saw Windys horse trailing /
the end of Hopalong's rope. Cooks !
in threatened to disrupt his face as !
I'd hailed hinIjoygusH. n +
Can You see fffm standfng 6ut there y
night, Cookie, holdin that bag? y
n you see him hoofing them twelve
les in tn mornin'?" =
When tired of talking 1t over and q
* from unrestrained mirth, the te
nting party sought sleep wherever y
~ conlG fnd room to lie down in q.
) crowded quarters, all anxious to m
UP ia time to see the unfortunate fr
: holder arrive. an
When they awakened there was nc ~
IL ol MIN and they commented upon -
tardiness as they ate breakfast 81
ween laughs So
Wonder If he's lost?" remarked n,
'tlett. suddenly. Il wouldn't think ins
iueh a fool thing if it was anybody nis is
for
Mebbe he shot hsself with that cal
barrel gun he toted with him." we
gested Rich Finn. Th
efore any reply could be made a ON
re passed by the window and the att
va arose as Windy stepped smartly GU
- INV Nooi Win WS1SHleu Dag Ol
lis hand He was trying not TO he,
his fatigue or TO give any indi- %
IN that he had been tricked. her
icing carelessly around and nod mil
brightly, he stopped at the door mil
he gallery leading to the cook thr,
and tossed the bag at the feet At
70 COOK: Cookie, there's an even Firs
n snipe in that for you an me tbe1
mt care what you do with tn Two
rabblts. Turning. he faced the leacl
.ed crowd: Never thought you awh
RS would get lost so easy. Sorry lfact
strayed, for had the time of my rast
rest
e others were looking at him as drill
sh they could not believe their until
s. ana IL was Johnny who broke don
'pel: we
hat tn hi is in that bag!" he thins
ed, dashing to see. the rest fol- pany
e pellmell upon his heels. When islam
y entered the cook shack he had unifo
shotgun across his ton
and ne smiled as he watched the racks
feeling of his game. the
ok, broil 'em brown over a slow busy.
n slick 'enn with Bacon grease; day
urry up. cause I'm mighty hun night
he said. Turning to face the week
;, he held up his gun trium- parks
ly: Told you fellers they was They
to hit than tn little birds | in FL
to get. But it's all in tn gum Sep
aown a cold hundred dollars Daily