Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-11-17
CHAPTER III.
Thou shalt break them with rod OF
iron,"


Thou shalt break them with rod Of
IRON"
No sooner were we away than / put
my eager question, What do you
think of it."
Joe shrugged his shoulders.
DO you know any of these men?"
"All of them
How about the fellow who is on
bad terms with
November seized my arm. A man
was approaching through the dusk. AS
he passed my companion hailed him.
Hello, Baxter! Didn't know you'd
come back Where you been?''
Right up on the headwaters."
"Fitz come down with you?'
NO; he stayed on the line of traps.
Did you want him, November"
Yes, but it can wait. See any
moose"
Nary one; thing but red deer"
Good night"
so long"
That settles it, said November IF
he speaks the truth, as l believe he
does, it wasn't either of the Gurds shot
Lyon"
Why not?"
Didn't you hear him say they hadn't
seen any moose? And | told you that
the man that shot Lyon had killed &
moose quite recent. That leaves jus;
Miller and Highamson-and it weren't
Miller"
You're sure of that?"
Stark certain. One reason is that
Miller's above six foot, and the man as
camped with Lyon wasn't as tall by six
inches. Another reason. You heard
the storekeeper say how Miller and
Lyon wasn't on speaking terms. Yet
the man who shot Lyon camped with
him-slep beside him-must "a talked
to him. That weren't Miller"
His clear reasoning rang true.
"Highamson lives alone away up
above Lyons" continued November.
He'll make back home soon."
Unless he's guilty and has fed the
country" l suggested.
He won't "a done that. 1t 'ud be as
good as a confession. No, he thinks
he's done his work to rights and has
nothing to fear Like as not he's back
home now"
The night had become both wild and
clustering before we set out for Hig-
hamsons hut, and all along the forest
paths which led to it the sleet and
snow Of what November called "a real
mean night" beat in our faces.
1t was black dark or nearly so when
at last building loomed up in front
of us, faint light showing under the
door.
You there, Highamson?' called out
November.
AS there was no answer, my COM
panion pushed it open, and we entered
the small wooden room, where on
single table lamp burned dimly. He
turned it up and looked around. A pack
lay on the floor unopened, and gun
leaned up in a corner.
Just got in," commented Novem-
Der. Hasn't loosed up his pack yet
He turned it over. A hatchet was
thrust through the wide thongs which
bound it. November drew it out.
Put your thumb along that edge"
he said. Blunt? Yes? Yet he drove
that old hatchet as deep in the wood as
Lyon drove his sharp one. He's
strong man."
AS he spoke he was busying himself
with the pack, examining it's contents
with deft fingers. 1t held little save a
few clothes, a little tea and salt and
other fragments of provisions and
a Bible. The finding of the last was,
could see, no surprise to November
though the reason why he should have
suspected its presence remained hidden
from me. But l had begun to realize
that much was plain TO him which to
the ordinary man was invisible.
Having satisfied himself as TO every
article in the pack, he rapidly replaced
them and tied it up as he had found it,
when l. glancing out of the small win