Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1913-02-13

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 dwin-
died to a week, the week became 1ve
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
of the mountains where it lay along |
the horizon.
Well, Nevvy," 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. Smilingly Murrell refined
in his horse.
"Why-Bob Yancy," he cried in
apparent establishment.
Yes, sir-Bob Yancy. Does it hap
pen you are looking TO him. Cap
tain?" inquired Yancy.
Mono. Bob. I'm on my way
west"
Murrel slipped from bis saddle and
fell into step at Yancy's side as they
moved forward
They were nightly stirred up at
the Cross Roads when | left, wonder
ing what had come of you." he OBJ
served.
That's kind of them" responded
Yancy, a little dryly. There was nc
reason for it, but he was becoming
: distrustful of Murrell. and uneasy.
l They went forward IN silence. A
sudden turn in the road brought then
5 to the edge of an extensive clearing
: Close to the road there were severa
. buildings, but not tree had beef
e spared to shelter them and they stool
D forth starkly, the conflicting touch Il
e a civilization that WAS still in 1t
s youth. unkempt, rather savage. ant
t ruthlessly unitarian. A sign an
; nounced the dingy structure of log
e nearest the roadside tavern.
5 From the door OF the tavern tn
?. figure of man emerged. He wa
e black-haired and bull-necked. an
there was about him a certain shat
G giness which recent toilet performe
d at the horse trough had not served
lie mitigate.
,e "Howdy?" he drawled.
-e "Howdy?" responded Mr.. Yancy.
Shall you stop here?" asked Mu
lie ren, sinking his voice. Yancy nodde
ly Can you put us up?" inquired Mu
N rell. turning to the tavern-keeper.
u Il reckon that's what I'm here for
er said Slosson. Murrell glanced abo'
Y! the empty yard. slack" observe
O. Slosson languidly. Yes. sir, slack
the only name for it." 1t was unde
Ut stood he referred to the state of trad
is He looked from one to the other
Is, the two men. AS his eyes rested {
!
y first three fingers of his right han
er- The gesture was ever so little, yet
IS. seemed TO have a tonic effect on N
Oh Slosson. What might have develop
a into a smile had he not immediate
suppressed it, twisted his beard
elf lips as he made an answering NOV
ie ment. "Eph, come here, you!" Sl'
,ol son raised his voice. This G.
brought half-grown black boy frc
lid about corner of the tavern. to who
Murren relinquished his horse.
am Lets liquor" said the captain oy
his shoulder moving off in the dir
ar ton of the bar.
ng Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy
lowing. and they all entered the Il
go ern.
We'll. here's to the best of &C
er- luck" said Murrell, as he raised
Ma glass to his lips.
same here" responded Yam
ish Murreu pulled out roll of bills, {
mt of which he tossed on the bar TT
get after a moments hesitation he
|. tached a second bill from the roll
for turned to Hannibal.
on Here. youngster-a present
red you." he said good-naturedly. Har
. q bal. embarrassed by the unexpec
gift. edged to his Uncle Bob's side
for Thank you. sir said the boy.
at Lets have another drink.
A gested Murrell.
ing Presently Hannibal stole out
the the yard. He still held the Dill IN
ide. hand for he did not quite know |
iiss to dispose of his great wealth. A
tav- debating this matter for moment
ome knotted 1t carefully in one corner
his handkerchief.
(TO BE CONTINUED)