The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-07-17

l.-... ing Hard.
timber! He saw 1t right of. You're
lucky old rascal to have him for a
master"
"Hyuh, hyuh!" agreed Uncle Jeffer.
son. Danny Co'ot err heap bettah
dan drivin' er OIL stage ter de deepo
fer drummahs en- lightnin rod agents.
All sho' do pray de Good Man ter mex
Mars John happy" he added soberly.
but Abs mought1y 'sturbed In NAH
fundamentally 'sturbed!"
The hidden watcher waited motion.
less. From where he stood he could
look. He waited till through the rear
window he saw the negroes, bent figure
disappear into the kitchens. Then he
noiselessly lifted himself upright. and
resting the pistol on the screen-top'
took deliberate ain and pulled the
| trigger.
The hammer clicked sharply on the
worthless thirty-year-old cartridge, and
the major sprang around with an ex
clamation, as with an oath, the other
dashed the screen aside and again
pulled the trigger.
"You internal murderer" cried the
major. 1t was all he said, for, as he
swung his chair up, the one-time bully
of Hell's-H alf-Acre rushed in and
struck him single sledge-hammel
blow with the dubbed pistol. 1t fell
full on the majors temple and the
heavy iron crashed through.
Greet King stood an instant breath
ing hard, then, without withdrawing
his eyes from the PROSTATE form, his
hand CROPPED for the cold goblet ant
lifting it to his lips, drained it to its
dregs. "There!" he said. There's my
six-years' debt paid in full, We lily-liv
cred, Impoverished hellion! Take
that from the mayor of the Dome!"
There was a mans step on thu
gravel and the sudden bark of dog
The pistol fell from his hand. Hi
stole on tiptoe along the corridor ant
leaped through the French window
AS he dashed across the lawn, 1
startled cry came from the house be
hind him. -.---.
No human eye had seen him, but HI
had been observed for all that. Run
your best now, Greet King! Double
and turn how you will, there is swift
err Nemesis pursuing. 1t is only dog
and not big one at that, but 1t is of
faithful breed that knows neither fea
nor quarter. Like white lightning
without a bark or growl, Chun
launched himself on the fleeing quar-
ry, and in the shadow of the trees hi
teeth met in the ragged trousers-leg.
Kicking, beating with his hands a
the dragging weight, the man dashe'
on. Not till they had reached the hem
locks was that fierce grip broken, ant
then it was with tearing Of flesh ant
sinew Painting, snarling with rage AM
pain, the man seized fallen brancl
and stood at bay, striking out will
vicious sweeping blows. But the bull
dog, the hair bristling up on his thicl
neck. ulb CyCo AClyp VA
cled beyond reach Of the fail, crouch
ing for another spring.
, Again he launched himself. and tn
man, lodging, Numbered full-face int
q thorn-bush. The sharp spine
slashed his forehead and the startin
blood blinded him, so that he ran witt
! out sense of direction-straight upo
/ the declivity of Lovers Leap.
: He was topping on its edge befor
, he could stop, and then threw himsel
backward, clutching desperately at tn
} slippery fern-covered rock. feeling hi
] feet dangling over nothing. He du
, his fingers into the yielding soil an
, with knee and elbow strove frenziedl
/ to crawl to the path. ,.4..-
. But the white bulldog was upon hin
I The clamping teeth met in the strivin
4 fingers, and with a scream Of pal
} Greet Kings hold let go and dog an
' man went down together
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