Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-01-29
CHAPTER Iv-contlnued.

when he had passed out of vision. he
turned sharply into tho woods, and
began climbing. His steps carried him
20 the rift in the ridge where the white
Dak stood sentinel over the watch
tower of rock AS he came over the
edge from one side his bare feet max
ing no sound, he saw Sally sitting
there, with her hands resting on the
moss and her eyes deeply troubled
She was gazing ixedly ahead and her
lips were trembling. At once Sam
sons face grew black. Some one had
been making Sally unhappy. Then he
saw beyond her a standing figure,
which the tree trunk had hitherto con-
cealed. 1t was the loose-knitted figure
of young Tamarack Spicer.
In course" Spicer was saying, Eve
don't low Samson shot Jesse Purvy,
but them Hollmans IL 'spicion him, an
/ heered just now tibet them dawgs
was trackin' straight up hyar from the
mouth Of Misery. They'll git hyar
against shutdown"
Samson leaped violently forward.
With one hand he roughly seized his
cousins shoulder and wheeled him
about.
"Shet up!" he commanded. What
d--n fool stuff hev ye been tellin'
Sally?"
For an instant the two clansmen
stood fronting each other. Samsons
face was set and wrathful. Tamarack's
was surly and snarling. "Hain't got
a license ter tell Sally the news?" he
demanded.
Nobody hain't got no license" re-
torted the younger man in the quiet
Of cold anger. "ter tell Sally nothin
thetll fret her"
She cir bound ter know hit all
pretty soon. Them dawgs-"
Didn't tell We ter shet up?" Sam
son clenched his fists, and took step
forward. "Ef We opens yore mouth
again, I'm a-goin' ter smash hit. Now,
gitl"
Tamarack Spicer's face blackened
and his teeth showed. His right hand
swept to his left arm-pit. Outwardly
he seemed weaponless, but Samson
knew that concealed beneath the
hickory shirt was a holster, worn
mountain fashion.
What air We a-reachin' after,
Tamrack?" he inquired, his lips twist
ing in amusement
"Thet's my business"
Well, git hit out-or git out yeself.
afore throws We often the cliff
Sally showed no symptoms of alarm.
Her confidence in her hero was abso-
lutte. The boy lifted his hand, and
pointed OFF down the path. Slowly
and with incoherent muttering, Spicer
took himself away. Then only did
Sally rise. She came over, and laid q
hand on Samson's shoulder. In her
blue eyes. the tears were yelling.
Samson" she whispered, "ef they're
after ye, come ter my house. kin
hide We out. Why didn't We tell me
Jesse Jurvey'd done been shot?"
Hit faint nothin' ter fret about,
Sally" he assured her. He spoke
awkwardly, for he had been trained to
regard emotion as unmanly. Thar
hain't no danger"
She gazed searchingly into his eyes.
and then, with short sob, threw her
arms around him, and buried her face
on his shoulder.
EFF anything happens ter We. Sam.
SON." she said, brokenly, "hitIl Jest
kali me. couldn't live withouten We
Samson. jest couldn't do hit!"
The boy took her in his arms. and
pressed her close. His eyes were gaz
ing off over her bent head, and his Iips
twitched. He drew his features into
a scowl, because that was the only ex
preston with which he could safe
guard his feelings. His voice was
husky.
i reckon, Sally" he said, 81 couldnf
live withouten you, neither"
The party Of men who had started
81 morning from Jesse Purdy's store
had spent a hard day The roads fol
lowed creek-beds, crossing and re
crossing waterways in a fashion tina
gave the bloodhounds a hundred BAT
fling difficulties. Often, their noses
lost the trail, which had at first beer
20 Gurely taken. Often, they circlet
and whined, and halted in perplexity
but each time they came to poin
where. at the end, one of them again
raised his muzzle skyward, and CAV,
voice.
Toward evening, they we're working
up Misery along .. course less broken
The party halted for moments resi-
and, as the bottle was passed, the ma
from Lexington, who had brought tn
dogs and stayed to conduct the chas,
put question:
what do you call this creek?"