The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-04-12

Malroy," he said, indicating the tav-
ern before which the stage had come
to a stand.
Yes" said Betty briefly
If / can be of any service IS you--
he began, with just touch OF awk-
wardness in his manner
No, l thank you. Mr. Darlington"
said Betty quickly,
Good night good-by." He
turned away, and Betty saw his tall
form disappear in the twilight
A month and more had elapsed
since Bob Yancy's trial. Just two
days later man and boy disappeared
| from Scratch Hill Murrell was soon
on their trail and pressing forward
in hot pursuit. Reaching the noun
| tains, he heard of them first as ten
days ahead of him and bound for
west Tennessee; the ten days dwin-
| died to a week, the week became five
days, the five days three; and now
as he emerged from the last range OF
| hills he caught sight of them.
| Yancy glanced back at the blue wall
of the mountains where 1t lay along
| the horizon.
Well, Nevvy." he said. we've put
| old Scratch Hill
For the past ten days their journey
had been conducted in a leisurely
| fashion. AS Yancy said, they were
| seeing the world, and it was well to
take a good look at it while they had
! a chance.
| Suddenly out of the silence came
| the regular beat Of hoofs These
| grew nearer and nearer, and at last
when they were quite close, Yancy
| faced about. Smilingly Murrell refined
in his horse
"Why-Bob Yancy," he cried in
apparent establishment.
Yes, sir-Bob Yancy. Does it hap
pen you are looking TO him, Cap
tain?" inquired Yancy.
Mono, Bob. I'm on my way
| west"
Murrell slipped from his saddle and
fell into step at Yancy's side as they
moved forward
They were nightly stirred up at
the Cross Roads when | left. wonder
ing what had come of you" he OBJ
served.
That's kind of them" responded
Yancy, a little dryIy There was no
reason for it, but he was becoming
distrustful of Murrell, and uneasy.
They went forward in silence A
sudden turn in the road brought them
to the edge of an extensive clearing.
Close to the road there were several
buildings, but not a tree had been
spared to shelter them and they stood
forth starkly, the completing touch to
a civilization that was still IN its
youth. unkempt, rather savage. and
| ruJhlessly unitarian. A sign an
nounced the dingy structure of logs
nearest the roadside a tavern.
From the door of the tavern the
figure of a man emerged. He was
black haired and bull-necked, and
there was about him a certain shay
giness which a recent toilet performed
at the horse trough had not served to
mitigate.
"Howdy?" he drawled.
"Howdy?" responded Mr.. Yancy.
Shall you stop here?" asked Muir
rell, sinking his voice. Yancy nodded
Can you put us up?" inquired Muir
ren turning to the tavern-keeper.
Il reckon that's what I'm here for
said Slosson. Murreu glanced about
| the empty yard Slack" observed
! Slosson languidly Yes, sir, Stacks
the only name for it." 1t was under
stood he referred to the state OF trade
He looked from one to the other OF
! the two men. AS his eyes rested on
/ MurrelI, that gentleman raised the
first three fingers OF his right hand
The gesture was ever SO little, yet 1T
seemed to have a tonic effect on Mr..
Slosson. What might have developed
into a smile had he not Immediately
suppressed it, twisted his bearded
lips as he made an answering move
ment. "Eph, come here, you!" Slos-
son raised his voice. This call
brought a half-grown black boy from
about {. corner of the tavern, to whom
Murrell relinquished his horse.
Lets liquor" said the captain over
his shoulder, moving off in the direc-
ton of the bar.
Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy fol-
lowing, and they all entered the tav-
ern.
We'll, here's to the best of good
luck." said Murrell. as he raised his
glass to his lips.
Same here, responded Yancy.
Murrell pulled out roll of bills, one
of which he tossed on the bar. Then
after a moments hesitation he de-
tached a second bill from the roll and
turned to Hannibal
Here, youngster-a present for
you," he said good-naturedly. Hanni-
| bal, embarrassed by the unexpected
gift, edged to his Uncle Bob's side.
Thank you, sir said the boy.
Lets have another drink" sug
gested Murrell.
Presently Hannibal stole out into
the yard He still held the bill in his
hand, for he did not quite know how
to dispose of his great wealth. After
debating this matter for moment he
knotted it carefully IL one corner OF
his handkerchief