American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1912-08-15

yer you"
was upon my feet, conscious of the
distant sound of horses hoofs.
What Is it? The enemy?"
hangers; fifty Of them, / Judge. an
they'll never pass here without rum
maging around. Quick now, under GOV.
err"
But what about yourself?"
Don't worry about me; those fel.
lows haven't any evidence against me
yet. They're after you"
was through the intervening door
with a bound and an instant later had
Durrowed under the crumpled papers.
Inc shifting Of the sun had left this
corner of the repair shop in shadow.
but l was scarcely outstretched in nv
hastily improvised hiding place, when
L heard the blacksmith calmly open
his outer door, where he stood smok.
ing, clad in leathern apron, awaiting
the approaching horsemen. They
swept about the corner of the smithy
almost at the same moment, pulling
up their tired horses at sight of him.
From amid the thud Of hoofs, and the
rattle of accoutrements, a voice SPOKE
sharply:
$50 you're here, Farrell, you old
rebel hypocrite. Well, what are you
hiding now?"
L was not ware that I had any
thing to hide. Captain Grant," was the
dignifed response. "This is MI shop,
an where l should be-"
"Oh, hell! We all know you well
enough, o old fox, and we'll catch
you red-handed yet, and hang you.
But were not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything of a fell
low in sarlet jacket along here last
night, or this morning?"
| failed to catch FarrelPs answer.
but the voice Of the officer was suf-
fciently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy; the sneaking rascal
must have swan the Delaware. Wen
look about your shop just the same
before We ride on. Mason, take a half
dozen men with you, and rake the
place over"
! ACaio tAC SO0aQ VI tuSlI UOOIS ON
the floor. and burrowed lower in my
box. Two or three entered the old
shop, and began to probe about among
the debris. One kicked the box in
which I lay, and thrust a bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched l remained GREATNESS, but
fha fo11ou caarnA I'D cot;eGoI a------l
on, after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last 7 heard them all go
out. mumbling to each other, and VEN
tured to sit up again, and draw a fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar,
and I had a glimpse through the crack.
Farrell was leaning carelessly in the
outer doorway, smoking, his short legs
wide apart, his expression n Of total
Indifference. A big fellow stepped
past him, and saluted some one Just
out of sight.
Nobody in there, SIR" he reported.
All right, Mason" and Grant came
into view on a rangy sorrel. Get
your men back into saddle; weu
move on"
Think he went this way?" asked
the blacksmith carelessly.
How the hell do l know" savage
ly. He must have started this way,
but likely he took the north road.
Well get the chap before night, unless
he runs into Delavan's fellows out
yonder. See here, Farrell" holding in
horse, we'll be back here about
dark, and will wan something to eat"
You will be welcome to all you
you impudent rebel, you see that
you are here when We come. I know
you, o night rider, and will bring
you to book yet. Forward men-trot!
Close up the rank there, sergeant;
we'll take the road to the left"
l watched them go past, the dust
covered green uniforms slipping by
the crack of the door, as the men
Urged their horses faster. Farrell
never moved, the blue tobacco smoke
above his head, and l stole
across the Uttered storeroom to a cob
window, from which | could
watch the little column of riders go
the hill. They finally disap-
oeared in the edge Of a grove, and l
.urned around to find the blacksmith
Gaming against his anvil waiting for
Genial young fellow, Grant" he
aid. Always promising to hang me,
,ut never quite ready to tackle the
OBJ. Afraid l shall have to d~isappoint
lin again tonight"
you will not wait for him|'
Hardly. You heard what he said
bout Delavan? That was the very
Jews l wanted to learn. Now think
10th those lads will meet me much
iooner than they expect"
He stepped forward into the open
doorway, and blew three shrill blasts
N a silver whistle. The echo had
scarcely died away, when, out from
thick clump Of trees perhaps half a