Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1912-10-04

ndu almost forgotten where i was,
as well as the presence of my com
-panion, when he suddenly arose to his
feet, and, pushing aside the wooden
window shutter. looked out. A glance
Of his keen eyes was sufficient.
Get back into your box, Major" he
exclaimed quickly. Pull the papers
over you"
was upon my feet. conscious Of the
distant sound of horses hoofs.
What is it? The enemy?"
Rangers; fifty of them, Judge, an
they'll never pass here without rum
maging around. Quick now, uLder COW
err"
But what about yourself?"
Don't worry about me; those fell
lows haven't any evidence against me
yet. They're after you"
/ was through the Intervening door
with bound and an instant later had
Jburrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting of the sun had left this
corner Of the repair shop in shadow,
but was scarcely outstretched in my
hastily improyised hiding place, when
| 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 ct sight of him.
From amid the thud OF hoofs, and the
rattle of accoutrements, voice spoke
sharply;
so you're here, Farrell, you old
rebel hypocrite. Well. what are you
hiding now?"
4 was not aware that / had any
thing to hide, Captain Grant" was the
dignified response. This is my shob,
an where 1 should be-"
"Oh. hell! We all know you we'll
enough, you old fox, and wen catch
you red-handed yet. and hang you.
But we're not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything of fell
low IN scarlet Jacket along here last
night, or this morning.
failed TO catch Farrell's answe r,
but the voice of the officer was saf-
ficiently 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"
| heard the sound of their boots 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 lay, and thrust a bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched remained breathless, but
the fellow seemed satisfied, and moved
on, after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last | heard them all go
out, mumbling to each other, and ven
tured to sit up again, and draw fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar,
and | had glimpse through the crack.
Farrell was leaning carelessly in the
outer doorway, smoking, his short legs
wide apart, his expression one 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 rangy sorrel. "Get
your men back into saddle; we'll
move on"
Think ne went this way?" asked
the blacksmith careiessly
How the hell do knowl" savage
~ HE must have started this way.
but likely he took the north road
Wen get the chap before night, unless
he runs into Delavans fellows out
yonder. See here. Farrell" holding in
his horse. we'll be back here about
dark. and. will want something to eat"
You will be welcome to all you
find"
You impudent rebel. you see that
you are here when we come. | know
you, You night rider. and will bring
you TO book yet. Forward men--trotl
Close UP the rank there. sergeant;
Wen take the road to the left"
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
curling above his head, and stole
across the Uttered storeroom to a cob
webbed window, from which | coula
watch the little column of riders go
down the hfll. They finally disap-
peared in the edge of grove, and
turned around 10 find the blacksmith
leaning against his anvil waiting for
me.
Genial young fellow, Grant" he
said. Always promising to hang me,