Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1911-02-23

as. the coffee WIS boiling he lectured
them briefly. You fellows are not
entirely 70 blame" he remarked philo-
sOphically. you've been educated to
think a game warden a joke and I'm
Gle Sam a long way off. But things
have changed d bit. The law OF the
state has made me game warden. II
I'm going to show you how it works.
It's my duty to see that you go down
the rOad-2nd down you CO."
Edwards, the guide, was plainly
tempts to reach Cavanagh's private
ear and at last succeeded. I've been
fooled into this" he urged. Il was
hard up and a stranger in the country,
and this young fellow hired me to
guide him across the range. l didn't
shoot a thing. l swear l didn't. If
you'll let me off I'll hit the trail to
the west and never look back. Don't
take me down the road. Let me off"
81 can't do that" replied Cavanagh,
but his tone was kindlier, for be per-
ceived that the old fellow was thin,
hollow chested and poorly clad. you
knew you were breaking the laws,
didn't yOu?'
This the culprit admitted. But |
was working for Sam Gregg, and when
Joe asked me to go show him the trail
l didn't expect to get cinched for kill
ing game. | didn't fire a shot-nOw
that's the truth"
Nevertheless" retorted Ross, you
were packing the head, and | must
count you in the game"
Edwards fell silent then, but some
thing in his look deepened the rangers
pity. His eyes were large and dark,
and his face so emaciated that he
seemed fit only for a sanitarium.
The trip to the Fork timed to the
gait of a lazy pack horse) was a tedious
eight hours, march, and it was nearly
z o'clock when they arrived at the out
skirts Of the village.
To the casual observer in a town of
this character there was nothing spe-
cially noticeable in three horsemen
driving a pack horse, but to those
whose eyes were keen the true rela-
tionship Of the ranger to his captives
was instantly apparent and when thew
alighted at Judge Higley's office a
hunch of q oor observers oricklv col
lected.
Hello, Joe. What luck?' called Bal
lard.
Our luck was a little too good-We
caupht . game warden" renliad The
vouno scannaracn
The ran~er was cha orinod To find tho
office of he iustice closed FOR the day
and turninp to his cantives. said. Pm
hungry, and I've no doubt YOU are.
I'm going to take Won into Mike Hal
sey's saloon for sumner but remember
YOU are nav prisoners"
In fifteen minutes the town was rum
bling with the news. Under Billiards.
devilry all the latent hatred of the
ranger and all the concealed opposition
to the forest service came to the sur
face like the scum on a pot of broth.
The saloons and eating houses boiled
with indignant protest. What bust
ness is it of Ross Cavanagh's?" they
demanded. What call has he to in
terfere? He's not a game warden"
Yes. he is. All these rangers are
game Wardens,' corrected another.
mo, they're not. They have to be
commissioned by the governor"
"Well. he's been commissioned. He's
warden all right
Il don't believe it. Anyhow, he's too
fresh. lie needs to have a halt. Let's
do him. Let's bluff him out"
Lee Virginia was in the kitchen SUI
p~erlntendlnS the service when one OF
the walters came in GREATNESS with
excitement. Ross Cavanagh has shot
Joe Gregg Tor killing sheep!
Lee laced her with race.
VINO told you SO!
an taking ABOUT II, out
there. Gee, Dut tney re not! Some OF
enl wan 70 l!nch nlHl.
Lee no'li7" ""' n'o 'ne uinlls iooln,
WHICH was clo"ueu Win men anu
NolclnS ueep eAcltehleht.