The Green Forest tribune., 1915-01-08
se1. sss ehar|ss Neville Buck
ht. 1913. by w. J. Watt & Col
SYNOPSIS.

"a 1e r,, !seSy creek. at the foot of rock le one, ,eofxe Lescott. landscape paint
 Sonacious and after reviving him.
 lcensr Assistance Samson South and opnols lsaking Lescott to samson's home. 0ppoStby Spicer South, head of the reope who tells them that Jesse Purvy h Eo.. en ghot and that Samson is sus- | Nor' or.the crime. Samson, denies it. gave nooting of Jesse Purvy. breaks the |o,rt the Hollman-South feud. r CoEHAPTER Iv-Continued.
 Clrcuisanntered down the road, but,
 orderhe had passed out of vision, he mer sharply into the woods, and E the clim ping. His steps carried him expectrtft in the ridge where the white I issuetood sentinel over the watch |unty ofrock. As he came over the are croI1 one side his bare feet mak-
 osound, he saw Sally sitting - with her hands resting on the
 -and her eyes deeply troubled TEn'as gazing fixedly ahead and her
 A vere trembling. At once Sam -faIce grew black. Some one had Punty making Sally unhappy. Then he BeverabeyDnd her a standing figure,
 was the tree trunk had hitherto con- Inks. EzR1t was the loose-knitted figure CrocluG Tamarack Spicer. Ind r4 4corrse," Spicer was saying, i've for fI1oW Samson shot Jesse Purvy, ks yelem Hollmans Il 'spicion him, an bnhamred just now thet them dawgs fer frackin' straight up hyar from the hceivl of Misery. They'll git hyar f bo st sundown."
 ! Q k. nson leaped violently forward. tbo one hand he roughly seized his
 o, n's shoulder and wheeled him net up!" he commanded. What r el n fool stuff hev ye been tellin' Frai?p
 an instant the two clansmen
 iou Fronting each other Samson's FeVefwas set and wrathful Tamarack's KS asurly and snarling. "Hain't I got
 ense ter tell Sally the news" he irculnded.
 pm ob0dy hain't got no license," re- It thd the younger man in the quiet eomn,ld anger, ter tell Sally nothin' Pf thal fret her.
 Fal he air bound ter know hit all hasiIy soon. Them dawgs-" in thidn't I tell ye ter shet up?" Sam foduelenched his fists, and took step dge ard. "Ef ye opens yore mouth th da. I'm a-goin' ter smash hit Now, katetmarack Spicer's face blackened, he his teeth showed His right hand nbelt to his left arm-pit. Outwardly m useemed weaponless, but Samson kiv that concealed beneath the so ,ory shirt was a holster, worn . .s ntain fashion.
 sHhat air ye a-reachin' alter, m rack?" he inquired, his lips twist p In Amusement.
 het's my business"
 We'll, git hit out-or git out yeself, ioh throws ye offen the clift." Fs'i1lly showed no symptoms of alarm. Flu1 cOnf1dence in her hero was abso-
 thY. The boy lifted his hand, and IS ted off down the path. Slowly r IT with incoherent muttering, Spicer ft Himself away. Then only did e rise. She came over, and laid a Ftedd on Samson's shoulder. In her F. eyes, the tears were yelling.
 eSamson," she whispered, "ef they're
 rye, come ter my house. I kin
 sye out. Why didn't ye tell me lit se Jurveyd done been shot?" bd Ht tain't nothin' ter fret about,
 ly," he assured her. He spoke
 kwardly, for he had been trained to a ard emotion as unmanly. '.Thar
 ,.n,tno danger"
 he gazed searchingly into his eyes,
 then, with short sob, threw her
 ls around him, and buried her face Frshis shoulder.
 seEf anything happens ter ye, Sam mi. She said, brokenly, "hit'll jest |ma me. couldn't live withouten ye, Fains0n. I jest couldn't do hit!" It. ehesEboy took her in his arms, and
 ,ssed her close. His eyes were gag Ie oh over her bent head, and his lips oltched. He drew his features into
 Icowl, because that was the only ex-
 ssei0n with which he could safe lard his feelings. His voice was lsky.
 F0I reckon, Sally" he said, q couldn't F withouten you, neither" FeThes party of men who had started
 morning from Jesse Purdy's store
 q spent a hard day. The roads fol- pwed creek-beds, crossing and re- Tossing waterways in fashion that b Y6Sthe bloodhounds hundred baf-
 ng difficulties. Often, their noses
 stthe trail, which had at first been rs surely taken. Often, they circled b Id Whined, and halted in perplexity,
 teach time they came to point
 heSe, at the end, one of them again oiEed his muzzle skyward, and gave Howard evening, they were working llsMisery along a course less broken.
 he party halted for moments rest,
 ld, as the bottle was passed, the man 0m Lexington, who had brought the | H- I IL