The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-02-26

"r1l catch him yeti" he yelled back.
But he didn't. Three miles farther
along he came upon the wreck. The
racer was lying on its side in ditch
which recent rains had converted in
to a substantial volume of mire and
mud. The white machine was drawn
costly up under a spreading hemlock
farther on, but Mr. Hand and the sher-
III were nowhere in sight.
As Chamberlain stopped to gaze on
the overturned car, he heard the
crashing of underbrush in the woods
near by. The steps came nearer. It
was evident the chase was up; they
were off the scent and obliged to re-
turn.
"Humphl" grunted Chamberlain, and
for once the clear springs of his dis
position were made turbid with satire.
Were all pack of bloomin' asses
that's what we are. What in hell's
the matter with us?"
While he was tying the horse to a
tree, Hand appeared, silent, with an
unfathomable disgust written on his
countenance. AS usual, he who was
the least to blame came in for the
hottest of the censure; and yet, there
was sort of fellowship indicated by
Chamberlain extraordinary arraign-
ment of them both. He was scarcely
known ever to have been profane. but
at this moment he searched for wicked
words and interspersed his speech with
them recklessly, II not with skill. 1t
is the duty of the historian to expur-
gate.
IL don't know just how you happen
to be in this game" pronounced Cham
berlain holly, but all I've got to say
is you're an assam internal ass"
Hand, rolling up his sleeves, remain
ed silent
Il suppose If you'd had a perfectly
good million-dollar bank note, you'd
have let it blow away-piff! right out
of your hands!" he fumed. "Or the
title deed of Mount Olympus-or a
ticket to a front seat in the New Jeru-
salem. That's all it amounts to. Catch
an eel, only to let him slip through
your fingers-eh, you'll"
Mr.. Hand made no answer. Instead,
he waded into the ditch-stream and
placed shoulder under the racing
car. Chamberlain's instinct for doing
his share of work caused him to roll
up his trousers and wade in, shoulder
to shoulder with Hand, even while he
was lecturing on the feebleness of
mans wits.
Good horse running loose into barb
wire fences had to be caught, but it
didn't need squadron of men and a
forty-acre lot to do it in. Might have
known he'd give us the slip if he
rascal in Europe!" And
SO on. Chamberlain, usually rather a
silent man, blew himself empty for
once, conscious all the time that he,
was quite as much to blame
as Hand could possibly have been.
And Hand knew that he knew, but
kept his counsel. Hand ought to be
prime minister by this time.
When the racing car was righted, he
went swiftly and skilfully to work in
vestigating the damage and putting
the machine in order, as far as posi-
BILE. Chamberlain presently became
with his mechanical dexter
ity.
"By Jove, you can see into her,
can't you'll" Hand continued silent,
and left it to his companion to put on
the finishing verbal touches.
'Tow her home and fill her up and
she'll be all right, eh?" said Chamber
lain, but Hand kept on tinkering. The
sudden neighing and plunging of Lit
tie Simon's poor tormented horse
gave warning of the sheriff, crashing
from the underbrush directly into the
road.
He was voluble with excuses. The
fugitive had escaped, leaving no traces
of his fight. He might be in the
woods, or he might have run to the
railroad track and caught the freight
that had just slowly passed. He might
be in the next township, or he might
be-
'Oh, go to thunder" said Chamber
lain.