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

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shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him a newspaper, a GER
tain paragraph OF which he was eager
ly ~devouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in a
cloud of dust.
FAMOUS cRIMINoLoeisT IN ALL.
GUEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac-
companled by Prof. Lord AshIeIgh, ar
rived In AlIguez a few days ago to
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident to tho limited.
o fortnight ago, and by many 10 sup
posed to have perIshed In the wreck.
He was In the charge Of inspector
French, and was on his way to Now
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken to the hospital, suf-
ferlng from conclusion Of the brain,
but 10 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 1t begins again!" he muttered.
There was a cloud OF dust in the
distance. The mar rose to his feet,
iohndod hfo aunu with hta hand anI
lshambled 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 a little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
stirred a pot of stew. The little party
of cowboys came laundering up. There
was a chorus of shouts and exclama-
lions, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
the table.
Say, boys, I 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 II In its place.
Then he retired to the background and
the cowboys commenced their meal.
Long Jim winked at the others as he
picked up a biscuit.
Cookie, you're no good" he called
out. THE stew's rotten. Here, take
this!"
He fiicked 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
well have to tame you a Bit"
The meal was soon over. and Jim
Istrolled across to where the others
e saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the reins of his horse
nd turned once more to look at
Craig.
Say. you mind you do better to-
night, young fellow. Eh!"
He stopped short with a cry OF pain.
The horse had suddenly started.
w~renching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the shout
der.
Gee. boys, he's broken III" he
groaned Say, this Is hell!"
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He took
,Jim's shoulder firmly In one hand and
his arm In the other. The cowboy
howled with pain.
Let go my arm!" he shouted. xiii
him, boys! My God, I'll make holes
in you for thisi"
He snatched at his gun with his
other hand and the cowboys scattered
q little. The cook stepped back. the
gun flashed out. only to be suddenly
lowered. Jim looked in~credulously to-
wards his left arm. which hung no
longer helplessly by his side. He
swung It backwards and forwards, and
Q 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-
claimed. You've done the trick this
time. Say. you're . miracle!"
The cook smiled.
"yycur arm was Just out Of joint"
he remarked. 1T was rather . hard
pull, but it's all right now"
Jim looked around at the others.
"And to think that ! might have
killed him!" he exclaimed. Cookie.
you're Z white boy. You'll do. We're
going to like you here"
Craig watched them ride on. The
bitteEness had parsed from his face.
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