Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-11-05

There was no one in sight. Softly,
almost stealthily, he crept up to the
wagon, fetched out from its 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.
He. sprang to his feet and began to
stammer apologies. Long Jim's hand
was laid firmly upon his shoulders.
Say, cookie, you don't need to
look SO scared. You amt done moth
ing wrong. Me and the boys, we like
your music. Sing US another tune
on that fiddlel"
The cook looked at him for mo-
ment incredulously Then he real
ized that the cowboy was in earnest.
He picked up the bow and commenced
to play again. They sat around him,
wondering, absolutely absorbed. No
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 SO long as
they don't play the game yellow. May
be you've fitted up a nice little hell
for yourself somewhere, but we amt
none of us hankering to know the
| address. You're white and you're one
of us and any time any guy wants te
charge you. rent for the little he'll
where you got the furniture of your
conscience stored, why, you just lei
us settle with him, that's ALL
The interruption which came was
| from outside.
| More of these d-d tourists" Ions
| Jim muttered. Women, tool"
Craig turned his head slowly. Cues
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 rougf
cordiality.
Say, what are you folks lookins
for?' he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig.
I'VE want that man" ne announced
This is Inspector French from New
York. / am Sanford Quest.
There was tense silence. Graf,
covered his face with his hands, thel
suddenly looked up
L won't come he cried fiercely
You've hounded me all around tn
world. 1 am innocent | won't come.
Quest shrugged mis- shoulders. H
took step forward, but Long jim
as though by accident, sauntered il
che way.
| Got warrant?" he asked tersely
1--WE don't need it, Quest replied
Hes our man, right enough.
Right this minute he's our cook,
drawled Long Jim, land we amt e.
actly particular about going hungr
just to please a bunch of stranger
Cut it short, mister. If you amt &C
a warrant, you amt got this man."
"All right" Quest agreed. "The il
spector here and I will soon see t
that. Well ride back to the tow
ship. With your permission, the ladie
and our elderly friend will remain fo
a rest
you're welcome to anything we'v
| got except our cook" Jim replie,
turning away.
Darkness came early and the littl
company grew closer and closer to th
! camp fire, where Craig had once MOI
taken up his violin. The professe
had wandered off somewhere into th
darkness and the girls were seated
little apart. They had been treate
Hospitality but coldly.
, Don't seem to cotton to US, thes
boys" Laura remarked.
They don't like us, Lenora reptile
because they think we are afte
Craig. wonder what Long Jim hs
: been whispering to him, and VIII
that paper is he has been showir
Craig. Do you know how far we a.
), from the Mexican border?"
\ Not more than five or six mile
j believe" Laura replied.
Lenora rose softly to her feet al
e strolled to the back of the rans
), wagon. In few moments she rea
e peared, carrying a piece Of paper
her hand. She stopped down.
ioso codd1;rr cI,o uyJ,
!. pered Look what he dropped"
She held out the paper, on whi,
g was traced roughly drawn map.
n THAT lines the river that mar
s the Mexican border" she explaine
r. "You see where Long Jirn's put Il
-S%N~s~-~~~~-~-~~.~~~
L. 1 officer had hcon hnthorod hv cnnfinr