Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1915-07-22
shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him a newspaper, GER
tain paragraph OF which he was eager
ly devouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in a
cloud Of dust.
FAMOUS cRIMINoLoeIsT IN ALL.
GuEZ.

FAMOUS cRIMiNoLoeIsT m ALL
GUEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, &C
companied by Prof. Lord AshIelgh, ar
rived In Allguex a few days ago 70
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident to the limited
a fortnight ago, and by many 10 sup.
posed to have perlshed 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 10 now eonvaIeseent.
The man read the paragraph twice
Then he set down the paper and
looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land. There was queer. bit,
ter little smile upon his lips.
so 1t begins again!" he muttered.
There was a 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 tincups. He walked little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
stirred pot of stew. The little party
of cowboys came laundering up. There
was a chorus of shouts and exclama-
lions, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
the 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 it 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 THE stews rotten. Here. take
this!"
He flicked 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 o
look of hatred towards his assailant
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
Say, cookie" the latter went on
where did you get them eyes? Guess
Wen have to tame you bit"
The meal was soon over. and Jim
strolled across to where the others
were saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the reins of his horse
and turned once more to look al
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 shoul.
der.
Gee, boys. he's broken i'll" 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 arml" he shouted. xiii
him, boys! My God. I'll make holes
in 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 it backwards and forwards, and
a broad grin slowly lit up his lean
brown face He thrust the gun in his
i holster and held out his hand.
Cookie, you're all right" he ex
claimed. You've done the trick this
time. Say. you're miracle!"
The cook smiled.
your arm was Just out Of joint,
he remarked. 1T was rather hard
pull. but it's all right now"
Jim looked around at the others.
"And to think that might have
killed him!" he exclaimed. Cookie
you're white boy. You'll do. We're
going to like you here"
Craig watched them ride OF. The
bitterness had passed from his face
Evening came and with 1t a repeti
ton Of his labors. When everything
was ready to serve, he stepped from
behind the wagon and looked across