Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-11-27
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TO see II ne left anything!
"Sure!" Sally put her hand in her
pocket
"What?"
only this" She opened her hand
and disclosed a rifle cartridge.
Joe examined it. soft nosed bull
let for one Of them fancy English
guns. Where did you find it?"
"On the floor by the table"
Huh" said Joe, and, picking up
the lamp, he began carefully and
methodically to examine. every inch
of the room.
ANY one but me been using tobacco
! in here lately?" he asked.
Not that know Of" replied Sally.
"A cool hand" said November.
when he'd got the skin he stopped
to fill his pipe. 1t was then he
dropped the cartridge-it came out
of his pocket with the pipe, I ex-
pect. All that I can tell you about
him is that he smokes Gold Nugget"
he pointed to the shreds-"and car
ries small bore make Of English
rifle. Hello! Where's the old bitch?'
"Old RiZpah? 1 dunno, less she's
gone along to Seats place Ruby d
take her If she could, she's that scairt
Of the woods, but Rizpah's never left
Danny before"
Joe drained his cup. We've not
found much inside the house." said
he "As soon as the suns up We'll
try our luck outside. Till then I
guess we'd best put in a doze."
Mrs. Rome made up a shakedown
of skins near the stove and disappear
ed behind the deerskin curtain.
When I awoke next morning it was
to see, with some astonishment, that
new parsonage had been drawn into
our little drama of the woods A
dark bearded man in the uniform Of
a game warden was sitting on the
other side of the stove.
This is Game Warden Evans, Mr..
Quaritch," she said. He was at
Seats last night. There he heard
about me losing fur from the traps
and come right over to see If he
couldn't he'll me-"
Having exchanged the usual saluta-
tions, Evans remarked good humor-
edly:
"November's out trailing the rob-
ber. Him and mes been talking about
the black fox pelt. Joe's wasting
his time all right. l can tell him who
the thief is."
"You know" I exclaimed.
Evans nodded. II can find out any
time"
How"
Care to see?" He rose and went to
the door Guess Joe missed it,"
he said. pointing with his finger.
l turned in the direction indicated
and saw that upon one of the nails
which had been driven into the door
Of the cabin some bright colored
threads were hanging. Going near
er found them to be strands of pink
and gray worsted, twisted together.
What d'you think Of that?" asked
Evans, with a heavy wink.
Before I could answer Joe came in
to sight round clump of bush on the
edge of the clearing.
WELL" called the game warden.
ANY luck?"
Not just exactly" he said.
What do you make of that?" ask
ed Evans again, pointing at the flut-
tering worsted, with a glance Of sup
pressed triumph at Joe.
Huh" said November What do
you?"
Pretty clear evidence that, amt
it? The robber caught his necker on
those nails as he slipped out We're
getting closer. English rifle, Gold
Nugget in his pipe, and a pink and
gray necker. Find a chap that owns
all three. 1t can't be difficult. War
dens have eyes in their heads as well
as you, November"
"Sure!" agreed Joe politely, but
with an abstracted look, as he eX-
amined the door. You say you found
it here?"
Yes"
Huh" said Joe again.
Anything else on the trail?" asked
Evans.
November looked at him. HE
shot RiZpah."
The old dog? II suppose she at
tackled him and he shot her."
Yes, he shot her-first."
First? What them"
He cut her nigh in pieces with his
knife"
(To be continued)