Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-12-29
NOVEMBER JOE.
,HE DETECTIVE OF THE WOODS.
By HESKETH PRICHARD.
pyright, 1918, by Hesketh Prichard.


know father when he's dejaded with
men. And he persists in his opinion
that the letter is probably only blum"
1 considered for little before
spoke. Linda, have you really sent
for me to try to persuade your father
that it would be wiser for him not to
60 to Kalmacks"
Linda's lip curled scornfully. Il
should not put it just like that! I can
imagine fathers answer If you did.
I'm afraid it will be no good letting
you say anything you don't know
how"
you mean that I have no tact?"
She smiled at me, and instantly
forgave her. "Well, perhaps I do,
but you know it is far better to be
able to give help than just to talk
about 1t. Father is determined on
going to Kalmacks, and I want you
to come with u.s."
"Us?" I cried.
Naturally, I'm going"
But it is absurd! Your father
would never allow It,"
HE can't prevent 1t, dear James"
she said softly. 81 don't for a mo-
ment suppose that even Kalmacks
people would attack woman. And
father Is all that I have in the world.
I'm going"
"Then I suppose I shall have to go
too. But tell me what purpose does
your father think he will serve by
this very risky expe-
dition?"
He believes that the general feel
ing up at Kalmacks Is in his favor,
and the shooting Of the warden as
we'll as the writing Of this letter Is
the work of a small band Of indi-
viduals who wish to blackmail him.
We will be quite a strong party, and
he hopes to discover who Is threaten
ing him. By the way, didn't hear
from Sir Andraw McLerrick that you
had been in the woods all these last
falls with a wonderful guide who
could read trails like Uncas, the last
of the Delawares, or one Of those old
trappers one reads Of in Fenimore
Cooper's novelist"
That's true"
Whats his name?"
November Joe."
November Joe," she repeated. Il
visualize him at once. A wintry look
ing old man. with gray goatee and
piercing eyes"
1 burst out laughing. ITS extraor-
dinary you should hit him Off so we'll"
He must come too," she COM
manded.
On Friday, l got Joe. who arrang-
ed to meet us at Priamville, the
nearest point on the railway to those
in the heart Of which the
estate of Kalmacks wis situated. I
myself arranged to accompany the
Petershams.
G'rarslaeyme qP mot eta eta etaoi
Into the story Of our journey to
Priamville I need not go, but will pick
up the sequence Of events at the mo-
ment Of our arrival at that enterpris-
ing town, when Linda, looking from
the car window, suddenly exclaimed:
Look at that magnificent young
mani"
which one?" I asked innocently
as 1 caught sight of November's tall
figure awaiting us.
How many men in sight answer
my description" she retorted. "Of
course I mean the woodsman. Why,
he's coming this way. 1 must speak
to him."
Before I could answer she had
jumped lightly to the platform and,
turning to Joe with childlike ex-
preston in her blue eyes. said:
"Oh, can you tell me how many
minutes this train stops here?"
1T don't generally stop here at all,
but they tagged her because they're
expecting passengers. Can I help you
any, miss?"
It's very kind Of you."
At this moment I appeared from
the car. Hello. joel" said 1. How
are things?"
"All right, Mr.. Quaritch. There's
two slick buckboards with pair OF
horns to each waiting and a wagon
ette fit for the king O. Russia The
road between this and the mountains
Is flooded by beaver working in a
backwater bout ten miles out. They
say we can drive through all right
Miss Petersham needn't fear getting
too wet"
How do you know my name?" ex-
claimed Linda.
Il heard you described, miss" re-
piled Joe gravely.
Linda looked at me.
Good for the old mossback!" said
Her lips bent into a sudden smile.
You must be Mr.. November Joe.
have heard so much Of you from Mr.
Quaritch."
We went out and loaded our bag
gage upon the waiting buckboards
One Of these was driven by small
sallow faced man, who turned out to
be the second game warden, Puttick
Mr.. Petersham asked how Bill
Worke. the wounded man. was pro-
crossing.
Hes coming along pretty tidy, Mr.
Petersham, but he'll carry a stiff leg
with him all his life"
I'm sorry for. that. / suppose you
have found out nothing further as to
the identity Of the man who fired the
shot?"
Nothing" said Puttick. land not
likely to. They're all banded togeth'
er up there"
On which cheerful information oul
little caravan started. At Linda's
wish Joe took the place of the driver
of Mr.. Petersham's light imported
wagonette. and as we went along she
gave him a very clear story of the
sequence of events. to all Of which he
listened with the characteristic series