Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-09-10

hey! Come pokin' round kickin' hon
est punchers an calm names! Any.
body want tn other boot
Stevenson sat down forcibly ant
rocked to and fro doubled up and
gasping for breath and Hopalons
squinted at him and grinned happily
Hear him sing! Reg'lar OIL Bot
White. Sounds like a cow pullin' iti
hoofs outen tn mud. Called me 9
thief, he did, JUS now. I won't let no.
body"
Two men grabbed him and raised
him up, holding him tightly, and they
were not careful to handle him gent
ly. Charley STEPPED in front Of him
to go to Stevenson and caught the 9TH
er boot in his groin, dropping as II he
had been shot. The man on the pris-
oner's left emitted yell and loosed his
hold to sympathize with a bruised
shinbone, and his companion prompt
ly knocked the bound and still intoxi-
Gated man down. Bill Thomas swore
and eyed the PROSTATE figure. Hate
to hit a man who can fight like that
when he's loaded. But I'm glad ne
amt SOBER"
you amt goin' to hit him again!e
snapped Jed White, angrily. I'm
ready to hang him, cause that's why
we're here, but I won't stand for NO
maulin'. I don't blame him for fight
in an they didn't have no right to
kick him in tn beginnin'."
Didn't kick him in tn beginnin,,'
grinned Bill. Kicked him in tn end
in. Anyhow" he added, seriously: u
didn't hit him hard-didn't have to-
Just let go an showed quick"
I'm naturally goin' to clean house.
muttered the prisoner, sitting up and
looking fierce. Unite my hans an
gimme a gun or a club. or anythin',
an watch yourselves get licked. Call
ed me a thief! What are you fel!ers,
then? Stickin' me up an Dustin me
for a few measly dollars. Why didn't
you take my money an lemme sleep,
stead of wakin' me up an kickin' me,
] wouldn't "a cared then"
Come on, now; get up. We aint
through with you yet" ordered Bill,
helping him to his feet and steadying
him. I'm glad you kicked 'em."
mo, you amt; you can't fool me-
gravely assured Hopalong. you know
yo're lyin'. What you goin' to do?
Amt 1 got money enough? BY Cd,
wish 1 had an even break with you
fellers!"
Stevenson, on his feet again, walked
painfully up and shook his fist at the
captive, from the side. You'll find
out what we want with you, you ID
hoss- thief" he cried. We're goin' to
tie you to that limb so yore feetll
swing above tn grass, that's what
we're goin' to do"
Bill and Jed had their hands full for
a moment and as they finally mastered
the puncher, Charley came up with q
rope. Hurry up-no use draggin' II
out this way. want to get back to
tn ranch before night"
IVY 1 amt no hoss- thief, you liar!'
Hopalong cried. my names Hopalong
Cassidy an we'en tells my friends
bout this they'll make you hard to
find. Gimme a chance an I'll do it
m'self, sick as / ami"
rs that yore cayuse?" demanded
Charley pointing.
Hopalong sqinted: witch one?"
There's only one there, you fool"
"Tha'so?" replied Hopalong, sur
prised. Never seen 1t before. My
cayuse is-is-where tn devil Is it,"
he asked, looking around
How'd you get that one, them"
Never had it-'tain't mine," replied
Hopalong, with strong conviction.
You stole that cayuse last night
outer Stevenson's corral"
did I? wy" his forehead became
furrowed again but the events Of the
night before were vague in his men,
ory and he only stumbled in his solil-
oquy. But 1 wouldn't swap my cay
use for that boneyard!" he finished tri-
umphantly, as If an appeal to logic
would clinch things. The rope went
around his neck and a furry Of ex-
citement ensued. When the dust Get
tied he was on his back again and the
rope was being tossed over a limb.
Just then a hail was heard and
stranger rode up and slid to a stand.
Charleys gun glinted as 1t swung up
and the newcomer swore angrily.
What you doin'?" he shouted. Take
that gun ofrn me or I'll blow you
apart"
Mind yore business an sit still!'
Charley snapped: We've got a hoss-
thief an we're goin' to hang him, re-
gardlcss."
Hopa.ong turned his head slowly.
Hes a liar, stranger; plain,
squaws-dog liar. An I'll be much
obliged if you'll shoot HI outen 'em
an let-why, hullo, hoss-thief;" he
exclaimed. recognizing the other. 1t
was the man he had chased for
horse thief and then swapped horses
with, "Stole any more cayuses?" ne
asked, grinning, believing that every
thing was all right now.
Hans up!" roared Stevenson, also
covering the stranger. $50 yo're an
other, hey! We're in luck today.
Watch him, boys, till I get his gun
II he moves, drop him."
you fool" cried Ferris. HE amt
no thief, an neither am I! My names
Ben Ferris an I live in Winchester.
That's Hopalong Cassidy-Cassidy, OF
tn Bar-2O!"
"Sit still-you can talk later, meb-
by!" snapped Stevenson, warily ap-
preaching him. Watch him, boys!'
Void on" shouted Ferris, murder
in his eyes. Don't you try that-fll
get one Of you anyhow! You can lis
ten a minute an can't get away"
Ferris pleaded as hard as he knew
how and called attention to the condi-
ton of their prisoner: IF he did take
tn wrong cayuse he was too drunk to
know it-good Cd, can't you see ne