The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1915-07-17

Camp, but You Don't Get Our Cock
n Warrant"
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.
He sprang to his feet and began to
stammer apologies. Long Jim's hand
was laid firmly upon his shoulders
Say, cookie. you don't need to
look so scared. You amt done moth
ing wrong. Me and the boys, we like
! your music. Sing US another tune
ON that fiddlei"
The cook looked at him for mo
! ment incredulously. Then he real
lied that the cowboy was in earnest.
/ He picked up the bow and commenced
| to play again. They sat around him.
| wondering, absolutely absorbed. No
| one even made 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 SO long as
! they don't play the game yellow. May
be you've fitted up nice little hell
for yourself somewhere, but we amt
none of us hankering 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, too"
Craig turned his head slowly. Quest
/ was in the act Of dismoGnting 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
I for2f he demanded
Quest pointed to Craig.
Eve want that man. ne announced.
This is Inspector French from New
I 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 tercely.
You've bounded me all around the
world / am innocent. l won't come. :
/ Quest shrugged his shoulders. He
took a step forward. but Long Jim,
as though by accident, sauntered In
the way.
Got a warrant" he asked tersely.
I'VE don't need it, Quest replied.
Hes our 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 il short. mister. If you amt got
a warrant you amt got this man.
"All right" Quest agreed. The in
speetor here and ! will soon see 10
that. Wen ride back 10 the town
ship. With your permission, the ladies'
and our elderly friend will remain for
a 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 we're seated a
little apart They had been treated
Hospitality but eoIdly
Don't seem TO cotton to US. these
boys. laura remarked.
They don't llke US. L.enora replied.
because they think We are after
E Craig. ! wonder what Long Jim has
beer whispering 10 him. and what
that papeg IS be has been showing
Craig. DO you know how Tar We are
T iro1s The Mexican border
Not more than ave or SIX miles.
E 1 believe. Laura replied
E l.snora rose softly to her feet and
slsaI.sd 10 the hack Of lae ranse
WAGON IN . lew moments she reap
reared. carrying = piece o. psrer IN
her sand she STOPPED cowr.
.Craies ssddiing up she whis-
4 pcrss. Lock wezt Re cropped
she held cut the paper. oa which
xas traccl a roughly crsNu nap
Th4t Ines the river thar marks
! iae Mexlc2r eortes see explained