The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1912-06-28

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 dw1n-
died to a week, the week became i've
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.
We'll, Nevvy," he said. we've put
heap of distance between us and
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 we'll to
take a good look at it while they had
a chance.
Suddenly out of the silence came
the regular beat Of hoots. 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 1t 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 sido as they
moved forward.
They we're mighuly 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 dryly. 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 tree had been
spared to shelter them and they stood
forth starkly, the completing touch to
civilization that was still In its
youth, unkempt, rather savage. and
ruthlessly unitarian. A sign an
nounced the dingy structure of logs
nearest the roadside 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 certain shay
giness which recent toilet performed
at the horse trough had not served to
mitigate.
"Howdy?" he drawled.
"Howdy2" responded Mr.. Yancy.
Shall you stop here?" asked Muir
rell, sinking his voice. Yancy nodded.
Can you put us up?" inquired Muir
rell turning to the tavern-keeper.
II reckon that's what I'm here for"
said Slosson. Murrell glanced about
the empty yard. SLACK" observed
Slosson languidly. Yes, sir, slack's
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
Murrell, that gentleman raised the
first three fingers of his right hand
The gesture was ever so little, yet II
seemed to have tonic effect on Mr..
Slosson. What might have developed
into a smile had he not Immediately
suppressed 1t, twisted his bearded
ups as he made an answering move
ment. "Eph,, come here, you'll" Slos-
son raised his voice. This call
brought a half-grown black boy from
about a corner OF the tavern, to whom
Murrell relinquished his horse.
Let's liquor" said the captain over
his shoulder, moving of in the direo-
ton of the bar.
Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy fol-
lowing, and they all entered the tav'
ern.
well, 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 a 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 1or
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
dahattn0 this naffar for q moment he