News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-05-29

Darlington cast hurried glance ir
the direction OF these sounds. There
between the boat and the shore the
dim outline Of raft was taking shape
1t was now canopied by a wealth Of
pale gray smoke that faded from be-
fore his eyes as the darkness lifted
| Turning, he saw Slosson and his men
| clearly. Surprise and CONSERVATION
was depicted on each face.
The light increased. From the fiat
stone hearth of the raft assembled a
| tall column of flame which rendered
visible six pigmy figures, tow-headed
and wonderfully vocal, who were toll
ing like mad at the huge sweeps. The
light showed more than this 1t
showed a lady of plump and pleasing
presence smoking a cob-pipe while she
fed the fire from tick stuffed with
straw. It showed two bark shanties,
a line between them decorated with
the never-ending Cavendish wash. 1t
showed a rooster perched on the
ridge-pole of one Of these shanties in
the very act Of Growing Justify.
Hannibal, who had climbed to the
roof of the cabin, shrieked for help,
and Betty added her voice to his.
"All right, Neyvy!" came the cheer
full reply, as Yancy threw himself
over the side of the boat and Crap
pied with Slosson.
Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!" cried
Hannibal.
Slosson uttered cry of terror. He
had a simple but sincere faith in the
supernatural, and even with the
Scratch Killers big hands gripping
his throat, he could not rid himself OF
the belief that this was the ghost OF
a murdered man.
you'll take a dogs licking from
me, neighbour" said Yancy grimly. Il
been saving it fo' you'll"
Meanwhile Mr.. Cavendish whose
proud spirit never greatly inclined
him to the practice of peace, had pre-
pared for battle. Springing aloft he
knocked his heels together.
"Whoop! I'm man as can slide
down a thorny locust and never get
scratched" he shouted. This was
equivalent to setting his triggers;
then he launched himself nimbly and
with enthusiasm into the thick OF the
fight. 1t was Mr.. Bunker's unfortu-
nate privilege to sustain the onslaught
of the Earl of Lambeth.
The light from the Cavendish
hearth continued to brighten the
scene, for Polly was recklessly sac
rificing her best straw tick. Indeed
her behavior was in every way worthy
of the noble alliance she had formed.
Her cob-pipe was not suffered to go
out and with Comics help she kept
the six small Cavendishes from risk
ing life and limb in the keel boat, to-
ward which they We're powerfully
drawn. Despite these activities she
found time to call to Betty and Han
nibal on the cabin roof.
Jump down here; that amt no fit
tin place for you-all to stop in with |
them gentlemen fightin'!"
An instant later Betty and Hanni- |
bal stood on the raft with the little |
tlocking about them. Mr.. |
Yancys quest of his nevvy had taken |
an enduring hold on their magma |
ton. For weeks it had constituted |
their one vital topic, and the fight be-
came merely satisfying background |
for this interesting restoration.
"Sho, they'd got him! Sho'-he
want no bigger than Richard! Shot,"
ooh" cried Betty, with fearful |
glance toward the keel boat. Cant
you stop them"
what fo'?" asked Polly, opening
her black eyes very wide. BLESS yo'
,ender heart!-you don't need to wor-
" none, we got them strange gentle
men licked like they was a passed. of
children! Connie, you-all mind that
ire!"
She accurately judged the outcome
If the fight. The boat was little bet
er than a shambles with the havoc
hat had been wrought there when
Tancy and Darlington dropped over
is side to the raft. Cavendish fol
owed them, whooping his triumph as
lie came.