Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1914-12-27

five miles. It's perspective. however
continually changed. Filling the
heavens with smoke, our ears with it's
devilish roar our nostrils with the
acrid smell OF pitch It mrched for
ward, each moment gathering mo
mentum. Nine o'clock showed It's de
sign irrefutablc. BY noon II had
reached forth its thousand red arms,
clasped hands and was sweeping for
ward, n solid mass Of destruction,
leaping the little creeks and rivers,
racing ahead through the tree tops,
up the slopes OF Powder Ridge max
In" for the Divide-to go thence on
toward the international boundary
And through It all the little world
of Kicking Horse lay mentally para
lyzed, like a mother whose child has
died unexpectedly In the bloom of
youth. Tho curse was not individual
II was collective, this We knew with
magnlficd distinCtness Of detail. We
were outlaws now, all under suspi
ciOn. Like a family that has delcl-
oped a black sheep We, the blood
relatives, must bear this responsible
fly. Iartman's cry Of anguish had
been q prophecy, it was the west that
had done Il, in hundred years Of
explaining we could not explain.
The undercurrent was tense, but IL
remained below the surface. II was
not tangible. Someone among us had
committed a crime and there was no
qualifying evidence. We knew the con
ditions that had led to il. And We
understood the situation, the far
reaching horror Of it; knew exactly
what the matter was-knew and
didn't mention II. No use TO argue
over things that had already taken
place and were now ancient history.
We must go on with our work.
SO throughout the long day ranch
crs drifted into town, tied taeir
horses to the hitchiug rack. entered
the store, wiped the smoke SINCE from
their eyes, made their purchases men
toned the weather and departed, 10
be succeeded by others who came and
did likewise.
Hartman's attitude was colorless.
His movements were measure bly, SLOW
his voice neither rose nor fell; his
slow smile did not change A knife
in his side would scarce have startled
him from his supernatural calm. For
in truth a knife was already In his
side.
The Swedes travelled in groups. but
Z.
They had dealt their blow, some one,
or five, or twelve Of them, In the In
terest of their cause according 10 their
light as men have done before and
doubtless will again. 1t was their re
Venge; IT had simply taken this form.
So that score stood even; let the fu-
ture provide for itself.
But other things yet hung in thin
air above their heads; other things,
and different We felt rather than
heard the low growl or rising feeling.
continually suppressed, as the man
hunt progressed. For the deputies
were doubly diligent now, doubly
tense, since the tragedy was multi
Piled, pulling in. section by section
and strand by strand. the drag-net
which, somewhere within It's meshes
must include. sooner or later. Olaf
Peterson.
They sighted him at 3 o'clock in the
afternoon Of the second day; they
got a long range look as he dlsap-
peared into the woods up the north
branch OF the Kicking Horse toward
the conflagration.
The deputies were scattered. they
had not expected him ia that Jirec-
ton. Parsons himself hurried back
10 Kicking Horse for recruits
The interpreter had taken. tempor-
rarily, the place Of Marvin. He.
Hartman and myself were sitting on
the store porch smoking as the MAJ
shall rode up.
Just as well go ahead and get 10
over with" said the marshal grimly.
explaining the situation to us.
Don't make me GO" pleaded Hart
man. Il ask it as a personal favor"
You don't have to go. Hartman.
replied the marshal; "we'll get along
without you. But these other gen
tlemen, here --"
Suddenly ! turned cold all over.
This was thing / had not lrcamod