Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-04-17

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yet there's not a footprint discern.
ible ON It,"
eve got that part Of the lesson BY
heart, think"
use your brain on It, then. Some
one designing to make you his target,
has been In this thicket; been and
gone, and left the place tracklesA That
some one was keen soft-footed
woodsman. Putting It In words Of
one syllable, I should say he probably
had the racial instinct of the hunt.
Does that flush any idea from the deep
and devious coverts Of your brainf'..
Racial instinct? Gansett Jim!N
said Sedgwick.
Exactly. II 1 had found tracks al
over the place, should have known
It wasn't he. Finding nothing, wal
naturally pleased"
That's more than am" retorted
the other. Il suppose he's likely IA
resume his gunnery at any time"
Unless we can discourage him-aGi
I expect we can"
by having him arrested?"
Difficulties might be put In our way.
Sheriff Len Schlager and the half.
breed are In some sort Of loose partner
ship In this affair, as you know. Gam
sett Jim honestly thinks that you had
q hand In the Lonesome Cover murder,
as he believes It to be. II isn't impos
sib1e that the sheriff has subtly egged
him on to kill you In revenge
why does the sheriff want me
killed. L
Nothing personal, / assure you, m:
swered Kent with mock courtesy. I've
already explained that he will not ar.
rest you. But you're the suspect, and
| II you were put out of the way every
one would believe you the murderer.
There would be perfunctory investig.
alton, the whole thing would be hush
ed up. and the body in Annalaka
church yard would rest in peace-pre.
sumably profitable peace for the
sheriff." S
Flat out, Kent. do you know who
the dead woman is?"
Flat out, don't. But I've q
shrewd guess that I'll find out before
long"
from Gansett JIM" s.a
mo hope there. He's an Indian.
What I'm going to see him about now
is your safety"
Nov? Where do you expect to ;hnd
him?"
"1n the village, hope. 1t wouldn't
do for you to come there. But want
you to 60 to, the spot where you met
the circus wagon man, and wait. Until
bring Jim
It was long wait for the worried
artist, In the deep forest that bounded
the lonely road along Hawkill Heights.
Ten o'clock had chimed across the hill
from the distant village when he heard
footsteps. and at call from Kent,
stepped into the clear, holding the Ian.
tern above him. The light showed 4
strange spectacle. Kent, watchfui,
keen, ready as cat to spring, stood
with his eyes fixed upon the distorted
face OF the half-breed. Terror, rage.
overmastering amazement, and tho
soulpanic of the supernatural glafed
from the blue-white eyeballs OF the
negro; but the jaw and chin were ret
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that strange racial conflict Of emotions
Jim's frame relaxed. He grunted.
Good boy, JIM" Chester Kent's
voice, at the half-breed's ear was the
voice Of one who soothes an ahrighted
horse. Il didn't know whether you
could stand 1t or not. You see, you
didn't shoot Mr.. Sedgwick, after ALL"
dun no what you mean" grunted
Gansett Jim. II;
"And you mustn't shoot at him any
more" continued the scientist. The
tone was soft as woman's; but Sedg.
wick felt In it the tensity of man
ready for any extreme. Perhaps the
halfbreed too, felt the peril Of that
determination; for he hung his head.
I"I've brought you here to show you
! why. Pay good heed, now. A man
travelling in a wagon was met here, az
he says, by q woman-you understand
who questioned him and then went
on. He followed the trail through the
brush and found the signs of fight.
The fight took place before the death.
Here's the lantern. Take his trail
from here '.&
Without word the half-breed
snatched the light and plunged into q
by-path. After few minutes Of swift
going he pulled up short, in an open
copse Of ash, and set the lantern on
the ground. Hound-like, he nosed
about the trodden earth. Suddenly he
darted across, and, selling Sedgwick's
ankle lifted his foot, almost throwing
him from his balance. Sedgwick
wrenched himself free, and, with 4
swinging blow, into which he put AL
J the energy of his repressed wrath,
knocked the half-breed fiat.
Hands of, damn you!" he growled.
Gansett Jim got to his feet little
unsteady. Expectant Of rush, his ~
sailant stood, with weight thrown for
ward; but the other made no slightest
attempt at reprisal. Catching up the
lantern, which had rolled from his
hand, he threw it's light upon sedg-
wick's forward foot. Then he turned
away. Kent whiStled softly. The