Putnam patriot., 1912-03-08

sweep, he was watching the lane of bright water that ran between the black shadows cast by the trees on either bank.
 He heard dull splash, and caught sight of some object in the eddy that swept alongside MT Cavendisn promptly detached himself from the handle of the sweep and ran to the edge of the raft
 It was . face, iivid and blood streaked. Dropping on his knees he reached out . pair of long arms and made . dexterous grab. and his fin- gers closed on the collar of Yancy's shirt. He drew Yancy close along side, and pulled him clear of the wa ter. MT. Cavendish began a hurried examination of the still figure There's little life here-not much. Polly!" he called.
 This brought Mrs. Cavendish from one of the two cabins that occupied the center of the raft. When she caught sight of Yancy she uttered a shriek.
 Her cry had aroused the other deni- zens of the raft. Six little Caven- dishes, each draped in a single gar ment, tumbled forth from their shel- ter.
 T reckon we'd better lift him on to one of the beds-get his wet clothes off and wrap him up warm.' said Polly.
 "Oh, put him in our bedi" cried all the little Cavendishes.
 And Yancy was borne into the smaller of the two shanties, where presently his bandaged head rested on the long pillow. Then his wet clothes were hung up to dry along with the family wash, which fiuttered on a rope stretched between the two shanties.
 
 The sheriff had brought the judges supper. He reported that the crowd was dispersing, and that on the whole public sentiment was not particularly hostile; indeed, he went so far as to say there existed Q strong undercur- rent of satisfaction that the jail should have SO speedily justified it. self
 Presently the sheriff went his way into the dusk of the evening, and night came swiftly to fellowship the judge's fears. single moonbeam found its way into the place, making a thin rift in the darkness. The judge sat down on the three-legged stool, which, with shake-down bed. furnished the jail.
 Where was Solomon Mahaffy, and where Hannibal? He felt that Ma haffy could fend for himself, but he experienced a moment of genuine concern when he thought of the child.
 Then-there was a scarcely audi ble rustic on the margin of the woods, dry branch snapped loudly. Next stealthy step sounded in the clear ing The judge had an agonized vision of regulators and lynchers. The cautious steps continued to ap- proach. A whisper stole into the jail.
 Are you awake, Price?" It was Ma haffy who spoke.
 God bless you, Solomon Mahaffy!" cried the judge unsteadily.
 I've got the boy-he's with me-" said Mahaffy
 God bless you both!" repeated the judge brokenly. Take care of him, Solomon. feel better now, knowing he's in good hands"
 Please, judge" it was Hannibal.
 "Yes, dear lad?"
 I'm mighty sorry that ten dollars l loaned you was bad-but you don't need ever to pay 1t back! It were Captain Murrell gave 1t to me-
 "I consecrate myself to his destruc- tion, Judge Slocum Price cannot be humiliated with impunity!"
 "I should think you would save your wind, Price. until you'd wad- dled out of danger!" Mahaffy spoke gruf1y
 How are you going to get me out of this, Solomon-for I suppose you are here to break jail for me- said the judge.
 Well. Price, I guess all we can do is to go back to town and see Ii l can get into my cabin-lve got an old saw there. If can find it, can come again tomorrow night and cut away one of the logs, or the cleats of the door,"
 "In heavens name, do that tonight, Solomon," implored the judge. Why procrastinate?"
 Price, there's pack of dogs in this neighborhood, and we must have a full night to move in, or they'll pull us down before we've gone ten miles!"
 You're right. Solomon; I'd forgot ten the dogs"
 Mahaffy closed and fastened the shutters. then he and Hannibal stole across the clearing and entered the woods. The judge went to bed. He was aroused by the arrival of his breakfast. which the sheriff brought about eight o'clock.
 Well, if was in your boots l couldn't sleep like you!" !"-remarked that official admiringly. But reckon. sir. this ain't the first time the peni- tentiary has stared you in the face.
 It was nearing the noon hour when the judges solitude was again in- vaded. He first heard the distant mur- mur of voices on the road and passed an uneasy and restless ten minutes. with his eye to a crack in the door. He was soothed and reassured. how ever, when at last he caught sight or the sheriff.
 Well, judge, I got company for you" cried the sherin cheerfulIy, as he threw open the door. "A hoss-