Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1915-07-23

Long Jim Winked at the others as he
picked up biscuit
Cookie. you're no good he called
out. THE stews rotten. Here, take
tLisi"
He fllcked 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 q
look of hatred towards his assallant
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
strolled across to where the others
we're saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the Teins OF his horse
and turned once more to look at
Craig
Say, you mind you do better to-
night young fellow. Eli"
He stopped short with cry OF pain
The horse had suddenly started,
wrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the shout
der
Gee. boys. he's broken IT." 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
ia you for this"
He snatched at his gun with his
other hand and the cowboys scattered
a little. The cook stepped back. the
gun flashed out, only to be suddenly
lowered. Jim looked incredulously to
wards his left arm. which hung nc
longer helplessly by his side, He
swung 1t backwards and forwards and
a 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 a mifacle!"
The cook smiled
Your arm was Just out Of Joint,
he remarked 1T was rather hare
pull, but it's all right now
Jim looked around at the others
And to think that | might have
killed him" he exclaimed Cookie
your re a white boy You'll do. We're
going to like you here
Craig watched them ride off The
bitterness had passed from his face
Evening came and with II repeti
ton of his labors. When everything
was ready to serve. he stepped from
behind the wagon and looked across
the rolling stretch OF open country
There was no one In sight. Softly
almost stealthily, he crept up to the
wagon. fetched out from It's 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
lie sprang to his feet and began tc
stammer apologies. Long Jims hand
was laid firmly upon his shoulders.
Say cookie, you don't need to
look 30 scared. You amt done moth
ing wrong Me and the boys, we like
your music. Sing US another tune
on that fiddle!"
The cook looked at him for mo-
ment incredulously. Then he real
ICED that the cowboy was In earnest
He picked up the bow and commenced
to play again. They sat around him
wondering, absolutely absorbed. Nc
one even made a 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 30 long as
they don't play the game yellow, May
be you've fitted up nice little he'll
for yourself somewhere, but We ain
none OF us laundering to know the
address. You're white and you're one
of us and any time any guy wants tt
charge you rent for the little mel
where you got the furniture OF YOU
conscience stored, why you just Vel
us settle with him, that's all
The interruption which came wa!
from outside,
More Of these id tourists" Ions
jim muttered. Women, tool"
Craig turned his head slowly Ques
was In the act of dismounting 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
for? he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig.
I'VE want that man." he announced
This " Inspector French from New
York. | am Sanford Quest.
There was a tense silence. Grail
covered his face with his hands, theI
suddenly looked up.
Il won't come, he cried fiercely
You've bounded me all around thu
world. am innocent won't come.
Quest shrugged mis- shoulders. H,
took step forward, but Long Jim
as though by accident, sauntered II
the way. - -