Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-08-06
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~ CHARLES NEVILLE B8GINS5 us
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we've got a right ter a wno KIN
In this hyar country. Of We lows ter
quit us, / reckon we kin quit you
and, If we quits We, We haint nothin
more ter us then no other boy thet'e
gettin' too big fer his breeches. This
furriner is a visitor here today, an
we don't low ter hurt him-but he's
got ter 60. We don't want him round
hyar no longer" He turned to Les
colt. Were a-givin' We fair warnin',
stranger. Ye hain't our breed. After
this. We stays on Misery at yore own
risk-an' hits a-goin' ter be plumb
risky. That thaT's final"
This man" blazed the boy, before
Leecott could speak, us a-visitin' me
an Unc' Spicer. When We wants him
We kin come up thar an git him. Every
damned man of ye kin come. / hain't
a-sayin' how many Of yesn go back.
He was 1owin' that he'd leave hyar ter
morrer mornin', but after this I'm
a-tellin' We he hain't a-goin' ter do hit.
He's a-goin' ter stay es long es ne
likes, an nobody hain't a-goin' ter run
him Off" Samson took his stand be-
fore the painter, and swept the group
with his eyes. AN what's more" he
added, "IIl tell We another thing. l
hadn't plumb made up my mind ter
leave the mountings, but we've done
settled hit fer me. I'm a-goin'."
There was a low murmur of anger,
and q voice cried out from the .
LET him go. We haint got no use.
fer damn towards"
whoever said thet's a liari" shout
ed the boy. Lescott, standing at his
side. felt that the situation was more
than parlous. But, before the storm
could break, some one rushed In, and
whispered to Vile McCager a message
that caused him to raise both hands
above his head, and thunder for at
tention.
Men," he roared, listen ter me!
This here hain't no time fer squad
bin amongst ourselves. We're all
Souths. Tamarack South has done
gone ter Hixon, an got inter trouble.
He's locked up in the ja%ilhouse."
We're all hyar," screamed old Ca
ieb's high, broken voice. Lets go an
take him out"
Samson's anger had died. He turned,
and held a whispered conversation
with McCager, and. at its end, the host
of the daN announced briefly:
~samson's got somethin' ter say ter
ye. So long as he's xilll'!R, ter stand
by US, | reckon we're willin' ter listen
ter Henry South's boy"
Il hain't got no use for Tam'rack
Spicer," said the boy, succinctly, but
| don't low ter let him lay in no jail
house, unlessen he's got a right ter be
thar. What's fc charged WITH"
But no one knew that. A man sup
posedly close to the Hollmans, but in
reality an informer for the Souths, had
see him led into the jailyard by a
posse of a half-dozen men, and had
seen the ~iron-barred doors close on
him. That was all, except that the
Holman forces were gathering in
Hixon, and, If the Souths went there
en- masse, g pitched battle must be the
inevitable result. The first step was
to gain accurate information and an
answer to one vital question. Was
Tamarack held as a feud victim, or
was his arrest legitimate? How to
learn that was the problem. To send
a body Of men was to invite bloodshed,
To send a single inquirer was to de-
liver him over to the enemy.
Air you men willin' ter take my
word about Tamarack?" inquired Sam
son. There was a clamorous assent,
and the boy turned to Lescott.
Il wants We ter take Sally home with
We. Ye'd better start right away, afore
she heers any of this talk. Hit would
fret her. Tell her I've had ter go cross