The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-02

'
 Freckles' voice better scope. He for got everything but pride in his work with the sound Of his voiS-e. He was on the chorus. and. the angel was shEEs erfng fin ecstasy when c91p. clip. came the sharply beating feet of a swiftly ridden horse down the trail frUm the north. They both SpFang toward the entrance.
 ''Freckles. FreckTesr' called the voice of the Bird Woman. .
 They were at the trail on the instant
 ''Both those revOlvers rlOaded P she asked.
 'Yes." said Freckles.
 els there way you can cut across the swamp and get to the chicken tree in a few minutes and with little noiseg' f
 "Yes."
 '~TheD 20 dying" said the Bird Woman Give the angel lift up be- hind me. and we will ride the horse back to where you Jeff him and wait for you. Hnished Little Chicken in no eme and pat hiln bach. His mother cMGno % csdr@, ! Sale suES che wOula enter the log The Night was fsne. 70 Det and 6ocuaed the camera and GOV SGS0 ~ WABn UG4uCuGHs AAACUtN- ltkNS long hose and went away on over 100 feet and hid in some bushes to wait. A short. thick man and a tall. dark 9ne passed me so clOseiy could ale most have reached Ont and touched them. They carried n big saw on their shoulders. They said they could work until about noon. and then they must lay of until you passed and then try Psa Q nh l4 fxRN4 went on-not entirely ont of aiShe- and began cutting tree. Mfr. Mclean told me the other day what was likely to happen there. and if they get that tree down he loses his wager on you. Keep to the east and north and hustle. Wen meet you at the carriage. ! am always armed. We will separate and creep up on them from different sides and give them a 1usilade that will send them flying. You aurry. now"
 She gathered up the reins and Etarted briskly down the trail. The angel. hat less and with sparkling eyes. was cIinRing about her waiSt. ;- Freckies worked his way with great care, dOdginG limbs and bushes with nOiSeless tread and cutting as close to wt1eres he thought the men were as he feIt tbat he dared if he were to remain i unseen. As he ran he tried to think IL was WessnPr. burning for his re- vepge. aided by the bully of the local 1fy. that he was going to meet.
 He must follow the Bird W0man's plan and meet them at the Carriage. but If they really did mean fo try to i help him he must not allow 1t. Let l the angel try to handle a revolver in | his defense? Never. Not for all the | trees In the Limberlost: She might | shoot herself. She might fpEaef to 1 watch sharply and run across a snake 1 that was not particularly well beha ved | that morning. FrprkIes permitted l himself grim smile as he went speed l ing on.
 When he reached the carriage the | Bird Woman and the an%ei haG the | nOrxe hitc he'd tO tt. the outfit packed and were calmly waiting.
 ''IIive babe one of your revoivers 1uick:" said, the Bird Woman. "We will all creep up until we are in faii range. The underbrush is so thick aud they are 50 hard at work that they will never notlce uA. if we don't make s n0i<e. You will fire first. then [ will pop In from my direction. and hen you. baby. and shoot quite hiRh. 'r else very low. We mustn't really nit them"
 Freckies protested :