The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-08-01
CHAPTER XXI.

Eyes, young fellers," the sheriff con-.
tinued, you stand accused of gettin'
some mighty valuable documents
from the German gentleman. He'll
be down by the next train to identity
you, and, in the meanwhile, I'd jest
better take charge Of any papers or
letters you two may be carryin'. OF
course, l amt sayin' he's right and
you're wrong. That's to be shown at
the hearin' before the proper authori-
ties. Anyway, I'll see if you are totin'
anything like what he claims was
taken from him."
The sheriff thrust an inquistive hand
into the front Of Brockett's shirt, and
at the same identical moment that
section OF the car seemed filled with
life, animation and agitated doIngs.
Brockett, as the sheriff bent forward,
drove his knee savagely upward, and
the sheriff, with a yowl Of anguish and
surprise, fell back, doubling up and
going to the floor. His falling body
completely blocked the aisle SO far as
his deputies were concerned, and
there was really no reason why Solano
should reach across the Intervening
space to smite one Of the worthy Ar
kansans upon the nose. He did, how
ever, and the deputy, falling upon his
chief, made the progress of the con-
stabulary doubly difficult. Before they
could get the tangle cleared, both boys
were out of the car, and were dash
ing up a little runway which slopes
downward to the Little Rock station.
They We're two good city blocks away
and not losing any ground when the
frantic sheriff and hts men tumbled
they vanished into a jungly network
of vines and %shrubbery beside the
river.
The sheriff sighted the disappear.
ing figures and trained a long blue re-
volver on the fast-receding Brockett.
He might not have hit his target at
that distance and he might only have
fired in the air to brighten the quarry
into surrender. However this might
be, he never delivered the bullet. A
small, stocky boy, intensely Irish OF
general feature, stumbled against the
gallant sheriff at this juncture, and
for the second time in W minutes
Rising, he aimed a well-meant kick at
the %youngster, who was perhaps ten
feet away as the boot wnlzzed and
then, realizing that the mishap was
purely accidental, paid no further at
tention to the newest disturber.
Cit after 'em!" he beloved. "Hur-
ry along there! What are We all, any
how? Hookworm cases? Git a move
on" And the deputies plunged pant
ingly in the mad pursuit of two active
young men who had a start of at least
a thousand feet and every incentive
to exert themselves to the utmost.
Brockett and Solano, their Journey
once more interrupted, lost no time
in lamentations or vain objections.
The circumstances were hardly suit
able. They struck out through the
Arkansas hills, making remarkably
good time, and doing all their COM
planning inwardly. Baron Zollern and
the epithets most appropriate to that
noble German could wait, but the sher-
If of Little Rock was hardly likely
to do much waiting. After hustling
along through the underbrush for per.
haps twenty minutes, the sounds Of
pursuit died away to a far-of mur.
muir, and the fugitives took breathing
space, though still pushing doSgedly
ahead.
Clear of Little Rocks outskirts, the
boys made sharp detours around sew
eral farm houses, and even lodged
sundry negro cabins. Coming up to
q white. rather attractive house a lit !