The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-01-21

They Have Followed Their Nosss
Here"
clear, except to supply the dogs and
manage them. do not in any way di
rect their course; l merely follow"
Eye can't hardly fo'ce dawg" Old
Spicer sagely nodded his head as he
made the remark "A dawg jest match.
er'ly follers his own nose"
"Exactly-and they have followed
their noses here" The Lexington man
found the embarrassment of his posi-
ton growing as the colloquy proceed
ed. 81 want to ask you whether, If
these dogs want to cross your fence, /
have your permission to let them?"
The master Of the house crossed the
stile, the low sun shining on his shock
of gray hair, and stood before the pan-
hunter. He spoke so that his voice
carried to the waiting group in the
road.
'Ye're plumb welcome ter turn them
dawgs loose, an let em ramble,
stranger. Nobody hain't a-goin' ter
hurt 'em. l sees some fellers out thar
with ye tibet mustn't cross my fence.
Eff they does"-the voice rang men,
acingly-"hitll mean that they're
a-bustin' the truce-an' they won't
never go out ag'in But you air safe
in hyar. gives yer my hand on thet.
Ye're welcome, an yore dawgs is well
come. l hain't got nothin' 'gainst
dawgs tibet comes on four legs, but 1
shore bars the two-legged kind"
Their was amurmur of establishment
from the road. Disregarding it, Spicer
South turned his face toward the
house.
you boys kin come out" he shout
er, AN leave yore guns inside"
The leashes were slipped from the
dogs. They leaped forward, and made
directly for Samson, who sat as I'M
moving as a lifeless image on the top
step of the stile. There was a half-mo-
ment of terrific suspense, then the
beasts clambered by the seated figure,
passing on each side and circled aim
lessly about the yard-their quest I'M
ended. They shifted indifferently about
the trouser legs of the men who saun-
tered indolently out of the door. They
trotted into the house and out again,
and mingled with the mongrel home
pack that snarled and growled hos
tility for this invasion. Then, they
came once more to the stile AS they
climbed out, Samson South reached
up and stroked tawny head, and the
paused moment TO wag
its tail in friendship, before it jumped
down to the road, and trotted gingerly
onward
I'm obliged to you, SIR" said the
man from the Bluegrass, with a voice
Of immense relief.
The moment of suspense seemed
past, and, in the relief of the averted
clash, the master of hounds forgot
that his dogs stood branded as false
.railers. But when he rejo1ned the
group in the road he found himself
looking into eurly visages, and the
features of Jim Holman in particular
we're black in their scowl of smolder-
ng wrath.
why didn't We ak him." growled
he kinsman of the man who had been
shot, "whar the other feller's at?"
What other fellow?" echoed the
Lexington man.
Jim Hollman's voice rose trucu-
emily, and his words drifted, as he
meant them to, across to the ears of
he clansmen who stood in the yard
# Spicer South.
Them dawgs Of your'D come up
disery a-hellin'. They hain't never
urned aside, an onless they're plumb
no-'connt ours tibet don't know
heir business, they. come for some
eason They seemed mighty inter
sted in gittin' hyar. AK them fellers
n thar who's been hyar tibet hain't
Iyar now? Who is Their Teller tibet
.ot out afore we come hyar?"
AT this yelled charge of deceit the
aces of the Souths again blackened
nd the men near the door of the |
ouse drifted in to drift presently out |
gain, swinging discarded Winches-
ers at their sides. 1t seemed that,
fter all, the incident was not closed.
he man from Lexington, finding him
elf face to lace with new difficulty,
urned and argued in low voice with
he Holman leader But Jim Holl-
ian, whose eyes were fixed on Sam
on, refused to talk in modulated
one, and he shouted his reply:
81 hain't got lothin' ter whisper
bout" he proclaimed go ak EN-
-ho hit war tibet got away from hyar."
Old Spicer South stood leaning on
is fence and his rugged countenance
tiffened. He started to speak, but
amson rose from the stile and said,
| composed voice:
Let me talk to this Teller, Uno'
picer." The old man nodded and
amson beckoned to the owner Of the
ogs.
1--WE haint got nothin' ter say ter
lem fellers with ye," he announced,
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