Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-08-30

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A month and more had elapsed
since Bob Yancy's trial. Just two
days later man and boy disappeared
from Scratch HILL Murrell was soon
on their trail and pressing forward
in hot pursuit Reaching the noun
tains, he heard OF them first as ten
days ahead of him and bound for
west Tennessee; the ten days OWN
died to a week, the week became f1ve
days, the five days three: and now
as he emerged from the last range OF
hills he caught sight OF them.
Yancy glanced back at the blue wall
the horizon.
well, Nevyy,' he said, we've put
a heap of distance between US and
old Scratch HILL"
For the past ten days their journey
had been conducted in leisurely
fashion AS Yancy said. they were
seeing the world, and it was well to
take a good look at it while they had
a chance.
Suddenly out of the silence came
the regular beat Of hoofs. These
grew nearer and nearer, and at last
when they were quite close, Yancy
faced about. Smilinglys Murrell refined
in his horse.
''Why-Bob Yancy!" he cried in
apparent establishment.
Yes, sir-Bob Yancy. Does it hap
per. you are looking TO- him. Cap
tain?" inquired Yancy.
"No-no, Bob. I'm on my way
west"
Murren slipped from his saddle and
fell into step at Yancy's side as they
moved forward.
They were nightly st.N red up at
the Cross Roads when left, wonder
ing what had come Of you," he OBJ
served.
That's kind OF them,' responded
Yancy, little dryly. There was no
reason for it, but he was becoming
distrustful of Murrell, and uneasy.
They went forward in silence. A
sudden turn in the road brought them
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Close to the road there were several
buildings, but not a tree had been
spared to shelter them and they stood
forth starkly, the completing touch to
a civilization that was still in its
youth. unkempt, rather savage. and
ruthlessly unitarian. A sign an
nounced the dingy structure OF logs
nearest the roadside tavern.
From the door of the tavern the
figure of a man emerged. He was
black-haired and bull-necked, and
there was about him certain shag-
giness which recent toilet performed
at the hS-se trough had not served to
mitigate.
''Howdy?" he drawled.
''Howdy?" responded Mr.. Yancy.
"Shall you stop here?" asked Muir
rell, sinking his voice. Yancy nodded.
Can you put us up?" inquired Muir
rell, turning to the tavern-keeper.
II reckon that's what I'm here for"
said Slosson Murrell glanced about
the empty yard. Slack observed
Slosson languidly Yes, sir, Stacks
the only name for it, = was under
stood he referred to the state of trade
He looked from one to the other OF
the two men. AS his eyes rested ON
Murrell, that gentleman raised the
first three fingers of his right hand.
The gesture was ever so little, yet it
seemed to have tonic effect on Mr..
Slosson. What might have developed
into smile had he not Immediately
suppressed 1t, twisted his bearded
lips as he made an answering move
ment. 'Eph, come here, you'll" Slos-
son raised his voice. This cali
brought half-grown black boy from
about corner of the tavern, to whom
Murrell relinquished his horse.
Let's liquor" said the captain over
his shoulder, moving off in the direc-
ton of the bar.
Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy fol
lowing, and they ali entered the tav-
ern.
We'll, here's to the bess of good
luck!" said Murrell, as he raised his
glass to his lips
Same here" responded Yancy
Murrell pulled out roll of bills, one
of which he tossed on the bar. Then
after moments hesitation he de-
tached second bill from the roll and
turned to Hannibal.
Here. youngs.er-a present for
you" he said good naturedly Hanni-
bal, embarrassed by the unexpected
gift. edged to his Uncle Bob's side.
Thank you, sir, said the boy.
Lets have another drink" sug-
ges.ed Murrell.
Presently Hannibal stole out into
the yard. He still held the bill in his
hand, for he did not quite know how
to dispose of his great wealth. After
debating this matter for moment he
knotted 1t carefully in one corner Of
his handkerchief
(TO BE CONTINUED.)