The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1912-12-27

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III mad man the other was sway
~ ing on top Of galloping horse.
gripping the pommel Of the saddle with
all the strength he had and shutting
his eyes when he came to the high
places.
Captain Hanrahan's party were min
ers Of substance. They were working
their way out to new country to suit
their inclinations It had just been
suggested that it was perhaps time to
hit the trail again when the captain
saw figure on horse flying athwart
the mountain side.
"Huh," said the captain, "that mans
drunk or crazy"
Holy sufferin'," gasped the man
next him as the yellow horse slipped
on a turn and sent a shower of gravel
a thousand feet below, that was a
near touch" as the horse caught him
self and swept on.
"Looks to me like case Of trouble,
cap" said third speaker. THAT
amt no man anyhow. It's only boy"
"Horse running away with him
probably. His folks ought to be club
bed for letting him out on such an
animal. Well, spread out, boys, and
Wen catch him."
But Buck stopped in two jumps at
Ches' command of "Whoa!'
"Fr'en's," cried the boy, me pard-
ner's caught in a tunnel dat caved In
on him. Kin yer help us outY Three
mile above Jones hill"
He had not finished the sentence be-
fore two men sprang for the horses.
The rest grabbed picks and shovels
and hurled them into the wagon.
"We'll be there. a-whooping." said
Captain Hanrahan.
Tanks" replied Ches weakly. and
then the world went out The captain
caught him as he fell.
"Poor little cuss! He rid hard to
help his pardner." said the captain.
''Humph yourselves. boys! All ready!
Got the whisky. Pete? Picks enough3
Stick the axes where they won't jump
loose and cut leg OF some Of 10. Tie
the horse behind. Good animal. that.
All right, let 'em gov'
They went over stones and gulleys.
the tools changing and banging at to
leap from the wagon. the men cling
ing to the sideboards for dear life;
down hillsides like the slant Of a
roof, the horses keeping out of the way
Of the wagon; up the other side with
the reeking animals straining every
fiber; over bridges that bent fearfully
beneath the shock of their onset;
swaying around curves with the
wheels Slowing and sparks flying and
over the level as though the devil him.
self were behind them.
It was the record trip for eight
miles in a wagon In that country.
The driver stood up. foot braced on
either side. the reins thrown loose, the
whip piled hard and every urging that
voice could give shrieked out by his
powerful lungs.
1t was like the rush of a fire en-
CINE plus twice the speed and twenty
times the danger. Above the pounding
Of hoofs. the din Of rafting metal, the
crash. smash and roar of the wheels
and the yells of the driver could be
heard the man Pete, ex-cOwpuncher,
cheerfully singing:
Roll your tails, and roll 'em high.
! Wen all be angels by and by"
| Braced in the back corner sat Cap
tain Hanrahan, his leg keeping some
of the tools from going overheard,
holding Ches in his arms.
Curse it all, Billy" he screamed to
! the driver. miss some of them bumps,
/ will you? I've got on a new pair of
/ pants"
III take 'em clean off you the next
time. capr' retorted the driver.
! They joked, which may seem heart.
less, but they risked their necks q
/ hundred times, and that isn't very
heartless.
That's the place. reckon. cap.'
said the driver. pointing. Somebody
working there now"
Give 'em a hoot." replied the cap
tain.
Bud stepped out and held up his
hand in answer to the yell. The wave