The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-06-24

There was no one in sight. Softly,
almost stealthily, he crept up to the
wagon, fetched out from its wooden
case a small violin, sat down with his
back to the wheel and began to play.
Suddenly the bow rested motionless,
A look OF fear came into his face. He
sprang up. The cowboys were all
stealing from the other side Of the
wagon. They had arrived and dis
mounted without his hearing them.
stammer apologies. Long Jim's hand
was laid firmly upon his shoulders.
Say, cookie, you don't need to-
look 80 scared. You amt done moth
ing wrong. Me and the boys. we like
your music. Sing us another tune
on that fiddle!"
The cook looked at him for a mo
ment in~credulously. Then he real.
lied that the cowboy was In earnest.
He picked up the bow and commenced
wondering, absolutely absorbed. No
one even made a move towards the
food. 1t was Craig who led them
there at last himself, still playing.
Long Jim threw his arm almost caress-
ingly around his shoulder.
Say, cookie" he began, there amt
never no questions asked concerning
the past history Of the men who find
their way out here, just 30 long as
they don't play the game yellow. May
for yourself somewhere, but we amt
none of us laundering to know the
address. You're white and you're one
of us and any time any guy wants to
charge you rent for the little hell
where you got the furniture Of your
conscience stored, why. you just let
US settle with him, that's ALL"
The interruption which came was
from outside.
More Of these id tourists" Long
Jim muttered. Women, tool"
Craig turned his head slowly. Quest
was In the act of dismounting from
his horse. BY his side was the pro-
%fessor; just behind. Lenora and Laura.
Long Jim greeted them with rough
cordially.
Say. what are you folks looking
for?' he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig.
1--WE want that man." ne announced.
This Is Inspector French from New
York. / am Sanford Quest
There was a tense silence. Craig
covered his face with his hands, then
suddenly looked up.
Il won't come" he cried hercely.
you've bounded me all around the
world. I am innocent. won't come"
Quest shrugged his shoulders. He
took a step forward, but Long Jim,
as though by accident, sauntered in
the way.
Got q warrant?" he asked tersely.
1--WE don't need it, Quest replied.
He's u man. right enough
Right this minute he's our cook"
drawled Long Jim. and we amt ex.
actly particular about going hungry
just to please a bunch of strangers.
Cut it short. mister. II you amt got
a warrant. you amt got this man."
"All right" Quest agreed. "The in.
spector here and I will oon see to
that. Well ride back to the town.
ship. With your permission. the ladies
and our elderly friend will remain for
q rest"
You're welcome to anything we've
got except our cook" Jim replied.
turning away.
Darkness came early and the little
company grew closer and closer to the
camp fire. where Craig had once more
taken up his violin. The professor
had wandered OF somewhere into the
darkness and the girls were seated q
little apart. They had been treated
Hospitality but coldly.
Don't seem to cotton to u.s.. these
boys" Laura remarked.
They don't like u.s." Lenora replied.
because they think we are after
Craig, ! wonder what Long Jim has
been whispering to him, and what
that paper Is he has been showing
Craig. Do you know how far we are
from thu Mexican horderr"
Not nor than i've or ak miles.
I believe" Laura replied.
Lenora rose softly to her feet and
strolled to the back Of the range
wagoc. In q few moments she reap
peared, carrying . piece Of paper In
her hand. She stopped down.
"Craigis saddling up" she .whis
pered. sLook what he dropped"
She held ont the paper. on which
was traced = roughly drawn map
That lines the river that marks
the NexicaA border she explained.
H-la->n 49,