Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1912-05-30


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
shrek.
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 shell
ter.
Il 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 bed!" 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 dispensing, and that on the whole
public sentiment was not particularly
hostile: indeed, he went so far as to
say there existed a strong undercur.
rent of satisfaction that the jail
should have so speedily justified IT.
self.
Presently the sheriff went his way
anto the dusk Of the evening, and
night came swiftly to fellowship the
Judges fears. A single moonbeam
found it's way into the place, making
"a thin rift in the darkness. The
fudge 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
BILE rustic on the margin of the woods,
q dry branch snapped loudly. Next a
stealthy step sounded in the clear.
dng. 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 Maha1y!"
cried the Judge unsteadily.
I've got the boy-he's with me"
said Mahafty.
God bless YOU both" repeated the
Judge brokenly. Take care OF him,
Solomon. I feel better now, knowing
he's IN good hands"
please, judge" 1t was Hannibal.
"Yes, dear lad?"
I'm mighty sorry that ten dollars
I loaned you was bad-but you don't
need ever to pay it back! It were
Captain Murrell gave 1t to me-"
II consecrate myself to his destruc'
ton! Judge Slocum Price cannot be
Inundated with impunity!"
4 should think you would save
your wind, Price, until you'd wad.
died out of danger!" Mahatfy spoke
gruf1y.
How are you going to get me out
Of this, Solomon-for suppose you
are here to break jail for me-" said
the judge.
well, Price, I guess all we can do
Ia to go back to town and see II
can get into my cabin-lve got an
old saw there. If I 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 a pack of dogs IN
this neighborhood, and we must have
q 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 l was in your boots l
couldn't sleep like you!" remarked
that official admiringly. But / reckon,