The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1915-06-12

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shelter from the burning IN. II,
held before him newspaper, Ger
tain paragraph OF which he was eager
ly devouring. In the distance the mai
boy was already disappearing In /
cloud of dust
FAMOUS cRlMlNoLoG,sT IN ALL
GuEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistanta, ac
companied BY Prot. Lord Ashleigh, ar.
rived In Allguex few days ago 70
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist Craig has not been
seen since the accident to the limited,
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 New
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken TO the hospital. suf-
fering from conclusion Of the brain,
but is now convalescent.
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 mis- lips
SO it begins again. he muttered.
There was d cloud OF dust in the
distance. The man rose to his feet.
shaded his eyes with his hand and
shambled round to the back Of the,
wagon, where a long table was set out
with knives and forks, lunches Of
bread and tlncups. He walked little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
stirred a pot of stew. The little party
Of cowboys came laundering up. There
was chorus Of shouts and exclama-
tions. whistlings and goodnatured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
tho table
Say, boys, | think he's fixed things
up all right" he remarked Come on
with the grub, cookie"
Silently the man filed each dish
with the stew and laid 1t 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 biscuit.
Cookie. you're no good" he called
out sThe 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 careiessly.
Say, cookie the latter went on.
rwnere did you get them eyes? Guess
wei have to tame you 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 reins of his horse /
and turned once more to look at !
Craig.
Say. you mind you do better to-
,ight young fellow. .. Ehl"
He stopped short with cry of pain.
rhe horse had suddenly started
yrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
lung helplessly down from the shoul-
ier
Gee, boys. he's broken IT." he /
,roaned SAY. this is hell"
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He took
inns shoulder firmly ia one hand and
Ifs arm in the other The cowboy
lowled with pain. 4
let 20 my arm." he shouted. XIII
i'm. boysl Ny God. I'll make holes
a you for thls."
He snatched at his gun with his
ther hand and the cowboys scattered
little. The cook stepped back. the
un flashed out. only to be suddenly
Dwered Jim looked incredulously to-
yards his left arm. which hung no
Dnger helplessIy by his side. He
wang II backwards and forwards, and
broad grin slowly lit up his lean,
rUTn face. He thrust the gun In his
oIster and held out his hand.
Cookie. you're all right" he ex-
laimed You've done the trick this
Ime. Say. you're a miracle!"
The cook smiled
Your arm was Just out Of Joint"
g remarked 1T was rather a hard
uil, but It's all right now.
Jim looked around at the others. l,
"And 10 think that might have
He'd him" he exclaimed. Cookie,
ou're a white boy. You'll do. We're
Ding TO like you here"
Craig watched them ride of. The
itterness had passed from his face.
Evening came and with u repeti-
on OF his labors. When everything
ss ready to serve, he stepped from
ahind The wagon and looked across
le rolling stretch Of open country,