The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-11
CHAPTER 1eM.

The CapkHre.
 Swe walked, Joe gaveanesan lttlll A jerks the story of his aetVen-
 tures.
 q started cut, AEr ouaxitch,' he began, .sand crossed tho lake to the camp where Bin VFor1e was fred at-you mind Mss Linda dEepsd a brooch there3 had a seMEA 2sR 1t but didn't find it, though come across what I'd hoped to dnd-a lot Of tracks ks-men's tracks,
 "Who had been there since satur- day?"
 eHuht Yes; only about two days old After awhile built a bit Of a fire and cooked a pinch of tea in 9 tin I'd fetched along. Ten after lunlz''-Joe always called lunch SIunlz'' --ssI started back. was coming along easy, not on the path, but in the wood about twenty yards to the south of t. and afore I'd gone above three or four acres shot was fired at me from above The bullet didn't strike me. but as was in wonderful poor place for cover-just three or four sl5ruces and half adozen sticks of wild rasp- berEy-I went down, preten ling Ia got the bullet, pitched oyer the way a man does that's got it high up. and .I took care to get the biggest spruce trunk between me and where I think the shots come from.
 .sSometimes, if you go down like that. a man1l get rattled-like and come out, but not this one. Guess T'na not the first he's put a bit of lead into l He lay still and fired again-gOt me i in the shoulder that time, and I gavs l a kick and showed in among the Easl- 1 berry canes in good earnest had some l of them wliteY buds in my mouth and was chewing of them, when the fella shoots twice more-both misses. Then he kind O. paused, and guesses hs1 going to move to where he can let me have. it again.
 q see the black hat on him sluEsCslll9- ment and then I lets drive. sd to get up to have look at him
 'sSure1y that was. risky. HoFESl you know he was deadg
 ssHeard the bullet strike and ssz,s- hat go backward. A man doua1 IleV- ming. I couldn't get to h1ZN-4s I guess. Then you come aloRg-
 Evening had fallen before we ulll nately arrived at Kalmaczs O. preached the house with care a0d sls tered by window at the Baszs lD Joe thought it possible ehe fron5 er frances might be commanded 9eroLl q wood on that side
 We went at once. to the room ss Worke was lying and Joe gEEe hlll ll rapid description of the man ne @ shot
 'eThat's Tomlinson," sa3d yVog a4 1 once. teThem two brothers hD to- gether. What have they been adozHl''
 seYou1I know afore nighEss" Joe. sWhat are their namesI'
 Dandy Is the one wz2Eh the blaeE beard, while him they calls AEiunIg foxy colored man.
 eThank you,s said Joe. s'1goR. BIlI if you keep them names to yoUrsel 1 I'll come back in half an hour and.sbeI you who it was shot you"
 On Joe's appearance Linda staEta and ran to him.
 You're woundedg' she cried
 Its nothin' much, Miss Linda l But as we laid him down on Eaa couch he seemed to lose eonscious1s Petersham brought brandy, and Ltaoas holding Joe's head upon her sElB pIe it to his lips. He swallowed sone OF it and then insisted upon sitting ID
 ''I must bind up your shouidf. Wa must stop the bleeding" Lantass o+s- tress and anxiety were very Svl1eot1
 And Joe had to give way. VRith her capable and gentle hands J1nela soon dressed the wound and a3erward ln- sisted on sending for Putick to help him to his bunk.
 .sso you've got ft?'' Putiek said warned you. Lucky youse not deas- stYes, ain.t it? returndy Joe We'll knew that sot dra9Vl. FE34eA November's voice neve took except ln moments of hercest thsion- "You'd best join our hands above , your head. Ben F1tt4ck. Lock the thumbs. That's rifat!" F (To Be Cenkinued.l