The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-05-30

cloud of dust.
FAMOUS cRIMINoLoGlsT IN ALL
Sanford Quest and his assistants, &C
companied by Prof. Lord AshIeigh, ar
rived in Allguez few days ago to
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident TO the limited
a fortnight ago, and by many Is sup
posed to have perished In the wreck.
He was In the charge Of Inspector
French, and was on his way to New
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken to the hospital, suf-
fering from concussion of the brain,
but is now convaIescent
The man read the paragraph twice
Then he set down the paper and
looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land. There was a queer, bit
ter little smile upon his lips.
80 it begins again." he muttered
There was a cloud OF dust in the
distance. The man rose to his feet
shaded his eyes with his hand and
shambled round to the back of the
wagon, where a long table was set out
with knives and forks, lunches of
bread and tincups. He walked little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
rtf % gta ha nrt,
of cowboys came laundering up. There
was chorus of shouts and eXclama-
tions, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
cracking his whip and looking down
the table.
Say, boys. think he's fixed things
up all right he remarked. Come on
with the grub, cookie"
Silently the man filled each dish
with the stew and laid it in its place.
Then he retired to the background and
the cowboys commenced their meal
picked up a biscuit.
Cookie, you're no good" he called
out The stew's rotten. Here, take
this"
He ficked the biscuit, which caught
the cook on the side of the head. For
a moment the man started With his
hand upon his temple he flashed a
look of hatred towards his assailant.
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
Say, cookie" the latter went on,
where did you get them eyes? Guess
we'll have to tame you bit"
The meal was soon over, and Jim
strolled across TO where the others
were saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the reins OF his horse
and turned once more to look at
Craig.
Say. you mind you do better to-
night, young fellow. Eh!"
He stopped short with cry OF pain
The horse had suddenly started,
at the reins. Jims arm
hung helplessly down from the shoul-
der.
Gee. boys. he's broken IT," he
Say, this is hell"
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He took
inns shoulder firmly in one hand and
his arm in the other. The cowboy
lowled with pain.
Let go my arm" he shouted. xiii
him. boys. My God, I'll make holes
IN you for this"
He snatched at his gun with his
other hand and the cowboys scattered
4 little. The cook stepped back the
gun flashed out. only to be suddenly
owered Jim looked incredulously to-
wards his left arm which hung no
onger helplessly by his side. He
'wung 1t backwards and forwards, and
, broad grin slowly lit up his lean,
brown face He thrust the gun in his
holster and held out his hand. !
Cookie. you're all right" he ex-
'laimed You've done the trick this
ime. Say you're a miracle!"
The cook smiled.
Your arm was Just out of Joint"
le remarked. 1T was rather a hard
,ull. but it's all right now !
Jim looked around At the others.
And to think that might have
Oiled him" he exclaimed. Cookie. !
.ou're a white boy. You'll do. We're |
,oins TO like you here"
Craig watched them ride of The !
bitterness had passed from his face. |
Evening came and with II a repett |
ion OF his labors. When everything !
vas ready to serve. he stepped from !
,ehind the wagon and looked across |
be rolling stretch OF open country. |