Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-03-05
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'em! Sho', they're shootin' guns
Shot,"
Darlington cast hurried glance
in the direction Of these sounds. There
between the boat and the shore the
dim outline of a raft was taking
shape. 1t was now canopied by
wealth of pale gray smoke that faded
from before his eyes as the darkness
lifted. Turning. he saw Slosson and
his men clearly. Surprise and con-
sternation was depicted on each face
The light increased. From the flat
stone hearth Of the raft ascended the
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 show
ed lady of plump and pleasing pres
ence smoking a cob pipe while she fed
the fire from tick stuffed with straw
It showed two bark shanties, line
between them decorated with the
never-ending Cavendish wash. II
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, Nevvy!" came the cheer
full reply, as Yancy threw himself over
the side Of the boat and grappled with
Slosson.
Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob" cried
Hannibal.
Slosson uttered a 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.
"I been saving it TO- you!"
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 a 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.
It was Mr.. Bunker's unfortunate priv
ilege to sustain the onslaught of the
earl Of Lambeth.
The light from the Cavendish
hearth continued to brighten the
scene, for Polly was recklessly sacri-
ficing 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 were powerfully
drawn. Despite these activities she
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nibal on the cabin roof.
Jump down here; that amt no
fittin' 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
Cavendishes flocking about them. Mr..
Yancy's quest of his nevvy had taken
an enduring hold on their imagina-
ton. For weeks it had constituted
their one vital topic, and the fight
became merely a satisfying back
ground for this interesting restora-
ton.
"Sho', they'd got him! Sho'-he
want no bigger than Richard! Sho'!"
oh" cried Betty, with a fearful
glance toward the keel boat. Cant
you stop them?"
What fo'?" asked Polly, opening
her black eyes very wide. BLESS yo'
tender heartI-you don't need to wor-
ry none, we got them strange gentle
men licked like they was a passel OF
children! Connie, you-all mind that
fire."
She accurately judged the outcome
of the fight. The boat was little bet
ter than shambles with the havoc
that had been wrought there when
Yancy and Darlington dropped over
it's side to the raft. Cavendish follow
ed them. whooping his triumph as he
came.