The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1914-05-29

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ed. step inside he contin-
ued, rising from his chair.
The man obeyed, and Hcdrick fol
lowed him into the shop. Their trans
action was a short one, and in a few
minutes the stranger emerged, and,
nodding once more to Snyder and
Johnson. dropped Off the porch and
slouched away up the road again.
Snyder eyed his departing figure
with keen disfavor.
Hits surprisin' what er heap er
trash er sawmill will bring inter er
place" he grunted.
What makes Yer think that feller's
trash:" Johnson inquired.
Don't Yer reckon l know trash when
l.sec hit:" Grin returned ~pugnaciously.
While the other paused to deliberate
81 sufficiently pacific reply, Hedrick
dawdled out to the porch again and
settled back in his chair.
Il reckon Yer know trash when yer
see hit, all right, Orin,' he said. but
theirs somethin' else Yer don't pear
ter know"
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ed, still pugnaciously.
Hedrick drew out his jack knife de-
liberately and, leaning forward with
extreme care. selected q clean silver
from the Ctoken cover of an opened
grocery box, and, fitting his chair back
against the wall, he began sending lit
tie showers of yellow white shavings
rnu-r ir<n hic Low o,J 80 80. A.
door.
WAS either err yer fellers cver out
In Their woods by yerself, erlistenin'
fer somethin', an did yer ever hear er
man come runnin':' he inquired.
Hits not like hearin' dogs er a var
MINT" he went on. not waiting for a
reply. There's somethin' happenin'
when yer hear err man runnin' in Their
woods, an hit most usually means
trouble" He paused and regarded the
whitfield stick critically, turning 1t
about in his hand. the others waiting
In expectant silence.
II was out in Their woods once" he
resumed. Il happened ter be erwait-
in on er deer stan, an all at onct |
heered somethin' comm runnin' over
furninst ther e X ridge. An Id heer-
ed Their dogs runnin' in Clear creek,
an l says ter myself hit must be err
deer. An with that l commenced ter
take Their buck ague. But Their |
listened ergin, an hit didn't run like
er deer, an I says, no, hit can't be-
an by that time Their runnin' was right
close, an all at once l knowed hit was
or human. An l jest set my teeth an
listened, fer l knOwed somethin' was
Their matter an | was skeered. An |
tell yer, ~fellers, hit wasn't more'n err
minute fore here come Dave Cree err
breakin' through Their bresh. his face
lookin' like he'd seed over ther fence
inter ther next world. an er hollerin'
that Kip Ryerson'd shot his papry. I
tell ye- I've heered er man runnin' in
Their woods, an hits err thing er Teller
don't fergit in cr hurry lie wound up.
"Well, reckon | remember that hunts
we'll as you," Snyder broke in jeal-
ously.
Hedrick closed his knife with Il snap
and tossed away his whitfield stick.
Reckon yer don't. them he said,
FER eft Yer did yer'd know who that
teller what's jest left here is"
Snyder looked ut him Il moment as
though something were coming slowly
back to him. then with an oath he
sprang to his feet.
Kip Ryerson". he cried.
That's Their f%eller." the storekeeper
returned quietly.
Lord said Johnson.
"An' ter think err few years an er
Rwed beard would make me fergit