The Odanah star. [volume] (Odanah, Ashland Co., Wis.) 1912-1916, 1915-10-08

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shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him 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 cRIMINoLoGIsT IN ALL
GUEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, &C.
companied by Prof. Lord Ashleigh, ar
rived in AIIguez few days ago to
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 Is sup
posed to have persisted 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 is now convaIescent.
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.
$50 it 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 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 a 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, I think he's fixed things
up all right" he remarked. Come on
with the grub, cookie
Silently the man filled each dish
with the stew and laid it in it's 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 stew's rotten. Here, take
this!"
He f1icked 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 a
look of hatred towards his assailant.
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
"Say, COOKIE" the latter went on,
where did you get them eyes? Guess
we'll 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 at
Craig.
Say, you mind you do better TO-
night, young fellow. En-"
He stopped short with cry OF pain.
The horse had suddenly started,
wrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the Shout
der.
Gee, boys, he's broken it," 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 arm!" he shouted. kill
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 no
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
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. cit was rather hard
pull, but it's all right now"
Jim looked around at the others.
"And to think that I might have
killed him!" he exclaimed. Cookie,
you're a 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 repeti-
ton of his labors. When everything
was ready to serve. he stepped from
behind the wagon and looked across
the rolling stretch Of open country.