The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-11-16
CHAPTER xxxiv.
Continued.

''Sho'--l bet it's him. Shooh--it's
Uncle Bob.s nevvy! Sho', you can
hear EN-. Sho', they're shotin
guns. Shot"
Darlington cast a hurried glance in
the direction OF these sounds. There
between the boat and the shore the
dim outline OF raft was taking
shape. IL was now canopied by a
wealth OF pale gray smoke that faded
from before his eyes as the darkness
lifted. Turning. he saw Slosson and
his men clearly Surprise and con-
sternation was depicted on each face.
The light increased. From the fiat
stone hearth of the raft assembled a
tall column OF flame which rendered
visible six pigmy figures. tow-headed
and wonderfully vocal. who were toll
ing like mad at the huge sweeps. The
light showed more than this. Ii
showed lady OF plump and pleasing
presence smoking cob-pipe while
she fed the fire from tick stuffed
with straw. II showed two bark
shanties. a line between them decor
ated with the never-ending Cavendish
wash. II showed rooster perched on
in the very act of Growing Justify.
Hannibal who had climbed to the
roof of the cabin. shrieked for help.
and Betty added her voice to his.
"All right, Nevvy.' came the cheer
full reply, as Yancy threw himself over
the side of the boat and grappled with
Slosson.
Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob" cried
Hannibal.
Slosson uttered a cry OF terror He
had simple but sincere faith in the
supernatural, and even with the
Scratch Killers big hands gripping
his throat, he could not rid himself
of the belief that this was the ghost
of murdered man.
You'll take a dogs licking from
me, neighbour" said Yancy grimly, Il
been saving It TO you"
Meanwhile Mr.. Cavendish, whose
proud spirit never greatly inclined
him to the practice of peace, had pre-
pared for battle. Springing aloft he
knocked his heels together.
"Whoop, I'm man as can slide
down a thorny locust and never get
scratched" he shouted. This was
equivalent 10 setting his triggers; then
he launched himself nimbly and with
enthusiasm into the thick OF the fight.
II was Mr.. Bunker's unfortunate priv
ilege to sustain the onslaught OF the
Earl OF Lambeth.
The light from the Cavendish hearth
continued TO brighten the scene, for
Polly was recklessly sacrificing her
best straw tick. Indeed her behavior
was in every way worthy of the noble
alliance she had formed. Her cob
pipe was not suffered to go out and
with Comics help she kept the six
small Cavendishes from risking life
and limb in the keel boat, toward
which they were powerfully drawn.
Despite these activities she found
time TO call to Betty and Hannibal on
the cabin roof.
Jump down here; that Amt no mt
tin place for you-all to stop In with
them gentlemen fghting'l"
An instant later Betty and Hanni-
bal stood on the raft with the little
Cavendishes fiocking about them. Mr..
Yancy's quest of his neyvy had taken
an enduring hold on their magma
ton. For weeks 1t had constituted
their one vital topic, and the fight
became merely a satisfying back
ground for this interesting restora-
ton.
"Sho',. they'd got him! Sho'-he
want no bigger than Richard! Sho'! !"
oh" cried Betty, with a fearful
glance toward the keel boat. Cant
you stop them"
What fo?" asked Polly. opening
hor black eyes very wide. Bless 20
tonder heart!-you don't need to
worry none, We got them strange
gentlemen licked like they was a
passed. Of children! Connie, you-all
mind that fire."
She accurately judged the outcome
OF the fight. The boat was little bet
ter than q shambles with the havoc
that had been wrought there when
Yancy and Darlington dropped over
It's side to the raft. Cavendish fol-
lowed them, whooping his triumph as
he came.