Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-01-01
NOVEMBER JOE.
THE DETECTIVE OF THE WOODS.
By HESKETH PRICHARD
wright. 1918, by Hesketh Prichard.
CHAPTER XIV.
Men of the Mountains.

60 the afternoon passed away, and
as Il became late we entered grea,
tracts Of gloomy pine woods. A wind
which had risen with the evening
moaneS through their tops and flung
the daik waters Of innumerable little
lakes AGAINST their moss bordered
shores.
notified that Puttick unsluns his
rifle andlaid 1t among the packs upon
tho busboard beside him, and when
ever ths road dipped to more than
usually somber defile his eyes, quick
and resless as those of some forest
ANIMAL darted and peered into the
sbadoyu. The light Of the sun was
fading when there occurred the one
inciden of our journey. It was not OF
real IMPORTANCE, but I think it made
an i'm ression on all Of us. The road
along which we were driving came
suddeiy out into an open space, and
here Il front Of a shack Of the rough
est 6ecription a man was engaged In
cuttin logs. AS we passed he glanced
up atas, and his face was like that OF
some medieval prisoner-a tangle OF
wild beard, a mass Of grayish hail
and !mong it pair Of eyes which
seemd to glare forth hatred. There
was something ominous about the
wolfh face.
twas hardly dark when we arriV'
ed the house. a long. low building
of srprising spaciousness. set literal
" .mong the pines, the fragrant
braches Of which tapped and rustled
upo the windows.
We went in, and while dinner was
prcaring Mr.. Petersham. Joe and
wat to his room where the wounded
game warden, Worke, lay upon a bed
smoking a pipe with candle sputter-
I'M on a chair beside him.
Yes, Mr.. Petersham," said he in
aswer to a question. when you
wnt away last fall did think things
VS. settling down a bit. but week
al while Puttick was on the eastern
lndary 1 thought I'd go up to Senils
- ie, where last year Keoghan had
brook netted. I was making fire
boil my kettle when a shot was
ed from the rocks up above, and the
xt thing knew was that / was hit
city bad through this knee.
"It was coming on dark. and 1 roll
into a bush for cover, but whoever
were didn't fire at me again. don't
link he wanted to kill me. II he had
,.oui L have nut the bullet uto. my
cart just as easy as in my leg. tied
D the wound the best way l could
lucky the bullet hadn't touched any
zig artery. Next morning / crawled
10 the hill and lit signal smokes TILL
Puttick came He brought me in
here"
IT suppose Puttick had look round
for the tracks of the fella who gunned
you?" asked November.
He did, but he didn't find out
nothing. There was a light shower
between dark and dawn, and the
3 y1und on the hill above there Is
s4ostly rock"
. Such, then, was the story Of our
coming to Kalmacks, and for the next
two or three days we spent our time
fishing in the streams, the only move
in the direction of the main object OF
our visit being that Joe, whom Linda
insisted upon accompanying, walked
over to Senlis lake and had look al
the scene Of Worke's accident. The
old tracks, Of course. were long since
washed away and thought, with the
others, that Joe's visit had been fruit
less until he showed me the shell OF
an exploded cartridge.
THE bullet which went through
Bill Worke's leg came out Of that.
found it on the hill above. It's 1915
central fire rifle, an old '76 model"
This is a great discovery you and
Miss Petersham have made"
Joe smiled. There's nothing much
to it. anyway. She lost her brooch
somewhere by the lake and was look
in for it when found this" Joe indi'
Gated the exploded shell. 1.-The noun
tains Is full Of 45.75 guns, 1876 pat
tern. Some years back big iron.
mongery store down here went bus
and threw a fine stock of them cali
Der rifles on the market A few dollar:
would buy one, so there's one ir
pretty nigh every house and two ant
three in some. Howsoever, it may bt
useful to know that him that shot Bill
Worke carried that kind GA rifle
Still, we'd best keep it to ourselves
Mr.. Quapitch."
"All right" said l. by the way
Joe, there's a side to the situation
don't understand. We've been her
four days, and nothing has happened
l mean Mr.. Petersham has had M
word of where to put the $500
blackmail these criminals are de