Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-01-01

Mr.. Petersham to have two loads o.
sand brought up from the lake ane
laid all around the house. 1t takes
track wonderful I guess it's prett!
near impossible to come nigh the
house without leaving a clear trail
But the first rainy night, mean wher
there's cain enough to wash ou
tracks"
/ They'll Gomez"
Eyes, they'll likely come"
But as it happened Joe was wrong
I believe that his reasoning was cor
rect enough, and that it was the feal
Of leaving such marks as would en-
able us to gather something Of theil
identity that kept the enemy from
pinning upon our door the lettel
which finally arrived prosaicallI
enough in a cheap store envelope tha
bore the Priamville postmark. The
contents Of this letter were as fol-
lows:
Petersham, you go alone to But
ler's cairn IL o'clock Friday night
Take the dollars along; you'll be me-
their and can hand 1t over.
Below was a rude drawing Of 6
coffin.
| Petersham read the note out to Joe
and myself.
where's Buffers cairn?" he asked
IT know it." said November. But.
ler's cairn is OF hill about two miles
west Of here"
"I suppose you won't go?" said I
with the money? Certainly not!'
"You can hardly go without it."
why not?"
You would be shot down."
"Id talk to the rufflans first ant
then If there was any shooting,
guess I'd be as much in it as they
would"
"I suggest that we all three CO."
said.
But Joe would have none of this
plan.
There's nothing to be gained by
that, Mr.. Quaritch. You bet these
fellasIl keep a pretty bright lookout
If they saw three Of us coming they't
shoot as like as not.
II was thinking I might slip right
along to Buffers cairn and maybe gel
a look at the fellas."
mol" said Petersham1 decidedly. 81
, u Ja-r a1IUw II. Ion say yoursen you
| would be shot"
81 said we would get shot, not me
alone. Three men can't go quiet
where one can"
And so finally it was arranged
though not without a good deal Of ar.
gument with Petersham.
That's a fine fellow" remarked Pc.
tersham.
I nodded.
The kind Of fellow who fought
with and bettered the Iroquois at theil
| own game. wonder what he will
see at Buffers cairn?"
1t was past midnight when Joe ap'
peared again. Petersham and I both
| asked 1or MS news.
November shook his head. "I've
nothing to tell; nothing at all. didn't
see no one"
| Where were you?"
Lying down on top Of the CARR
itself There's good corners to it."
You could see we'll round, then
and if any one had come you would
not have failed to observe them"
Couldn't be too sure. There wa!
some dark times when the moon wa!
shut in by clouds. They might a
come them times. though I don't thinl
they did. But I'll know for certain
soon unless it comes on heavy rain
There's a fine little lake they call!
Buffers pond up there. You take
your fishpole, Mr.. Quaritch. and wei
go over at sunrise and you try FOL
some Of them there trout, while I take
a scout round for tracks"
This we did, but search as Jo'
would he failed to discover any sigr
at all. He told me this when he join
ed me at breakfast time.
After I had caught a nice string O
trout we walked back to Kalmack' s
circling round the house before we en-
tered it. The sand lay undisturbed b!
any strange footstep, but when W.
got in we found Mr.. Petersham in ;
state of the greatest excitement.
lone of the blackmailers has hat
a long talk with Puttick," he told us
"What?"
Incredible as it sounds, it is So"
But when was this?"
Early this morning, some time at
ter you and Joe started. This is hov
it happened. Puttick had just got VI
and gone down with a tin of rosil
and some spare canvas and tin t
mend that canoe we ripped on tn
rock yesterday. In fact, he had onl
just begun working when he wa
startled by a voice ordering him t
hold up his hands"
by Jove, what next?"
why, he held them up. He ha'
no choice. And then a man steppe,
out from behind the big rock that
just above where the canoe lies"
II hope Puttick recognized him.
NO. The fellow had a red hand
kerchief tied over his nose an
mouth. Only his eyes showed unde
the brim of a felt hat that was pulle'
low down over them. He carried
rifle. that he kept full on Puttick'
chest while they talked. But I'll cal
Puttick. He can finish the accoun
of the affair himself. That's best"
Puttick answered to the call, ant
after running over the story. whicl
was exactly similar to that we ha'
just heard from Petersham, he con
tinued:
THE tough had a red banker tiet
over his ugly face, nothing but hi
eyes showing. He had me covered
with his gun to rights all the time.
n What kind of gun was it?'