The Green Forest tribune., 1915-01-22

q seed Jim Asberry loafn' round jest beyond ther ridge, as 1 rid over hyar," volunteered the man who had brought the message.
 GO slow now, Samson. Don't be no blame fool" dissuaded Vile McCager. "Hixon's plumb full of them HoVmans. an they're likely ter be full of licker- hits Saturday. Hits apt ter be shore death fer ye ter try ter ride through Main street-ef ye gifts thet far. Ye dassent do hit"
 q dast do anything!" asserted the boy, with a flash of sudden anger. Some liar lowed awhile ago thet was a coward All right, mebby I be. Unc' Vile, keep the boys hyar tell ye hears from mean keep 'em sober" He turned and made his way to the fence where his mule stood hitched. When Samson crossed the ridge and entered the Holman country, Jim As berry, watching from a hilltop point of vantage, rose and mounted the horse that stood hitched behind a nearby screen of rhododendron bushes and young cedars. Sometimes, he rode just one bend of the road in Samson's rear. | Sometimes, he took short cuts, ana watched his enemy pass. But always he held him under a yigilant eye. Finally, he reached wayside store where local telephone gave commanl- cation with Hollman's Mammoth De- partment store.
 "Jedge," he informed, Samson South's done left the party ct eher mill an he's a-ridin' towards town Shall I git him?"
 "Is he comin' by hisself?" inquired the storekeeper.
 Yes"
 Well, jest let him come on. We can tend ter him hyar, eff necessary. So Jim withheld his hand, and merely shadowed, sending bulletins, from time to time.
 It was about three o'clock when Sam" son started. It was near six when he reached the ribbon of road that loops down into town over the mountain. His mule was in a lather of sweat. He knew that he was being spied upon, and that word of his coming was traV- cling ahead of him. What he did not know was whether or not 1t suited Jesse Purvy's purpose that he should slide from his mule, dead, before he turned homeward. If Tamarack had been seized as declaration of war, the chief South would certainly not be allowed to return. If the arrest had not been for feud reasons, he might escape. That was the question which would be answered with his life or death
 The "jailhouse" was small build ing of homemade brick, squatting at the rear of the courthouse yard. As Samson drew near, he saw that some ten or twelve men, armed with rifles, separated from groups and disposed themselves behind the tree trunks and the stone coping of the well. None or ) them spoke, and Samson .pretendea that he had not seen them. He rode his mule at a walk, knowing that he was rifie-covered from a half-dozen windows. At the hitching rack direct ly beneath the county building, he | " ing his rife at his side, passed eau tiously along the brick walk to the iail. The men behind the trees edged around their covers as he went, keep ing themselves protected, as squirrels creep around a trunk when hunter Is lurking below. Samson halted at the jail wall, and called the prisoners s | A lad hoaa and SurIV f1nQ appeared at the barred window, and the boy went over and held converse from the outside.
 How in hell did ye git into town?" demanded the prisoner.
 q rid in," was the short reply. How'd ye git in the jailhouse?
 The captive was shamefaced.
 q got leetle too much flicker, an I was shootin' out the lights last night, he confessed.
 What business did ye have hyar in Hixon?"
 q jest slipped in ter see gall
 Samson leaned closer, and lowered his voice.
 Does they know thet ye shot them shoots at Jesse Purvy?"
 Tamarack turned pale.
 "No." he stammered. they believe you done hit"
 Samson laughed. He was thinking of the rifles trained on him from dozen invisible rests.
 "How long air they a-goin' ter keep ye hyar?" he demanded.
 "I kin git out tomorrer ef l pays the fine. Hits ten dollars"
 And eff yo don't pay the fne?"
 Hits a dollar a day"
 q reckon ye don't low ter pay hit, do yer"
 q lowed mebby ye mout pay hit fer me, Samson"
 "Ye done lowed plumb wrong. I come hyar ter see eff ye needed help. but hit pears ter me they're lettin' ye off easy"
 He turned on his heel, and went