The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-12-16

almost bIealtnlly, ne Crept up 10 the
wagon, fetched out from it's wooden
case a small violin, sat down with his
back to the wheel and began to play.
Suddenly the bow rested motionlsss.
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. Ne and the boys, we like
your music. Sin. US another tune
on that fiddle!"
The cook looked at him for q mo
ment i~ncredulously. Then he real
lied 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 vas 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
one of us laundering to know the
address. You're white and you're one
of us and any time any guy wants to
charge you rent for the little hell
where you got the furniture Of your
conscience stored, why, you just let
| US settle with him, that's ALL"
The interruption which came was
from outside.
More of these id tourists" Long
! Jim mutteTed. Women, tool"
Craig turned his head slowly. Quest
was in the act of dismounting from
his horse. BY his side was the pro
f~essor; just behind. Lenora and Laura.
Long Jim greeted them with rough
cordially.
Say, what are you folks looking
for?' he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig.
I'VE want that man." he announced
This is Inspector French from New
York. / am Sanford Quest
There was a tense silence. Craig
covered his face with his hands, then
suddenly looked up.
Il won't GOMEZ he cried fiercely.
You've bounded me all around the
world. I am innocent. / won't come
Quest shrugged his shoulders. He
took a step forward, but Long Jim,
as though by accident, eauntered In
the way.
Got q warrant?" he asked tersely,
"We don't need It," Quest replied
He's our man. right enough
Right this minute he's u cook"
drawled Long Jim. land we amt ex
actly particular about going hungry
just to please a bunch Of strangers
Cut it short, mister. If you amt sol
q warrant, you amt got this man."
"AIl right" Quest agreed. "The in
spector here and l will DON see to
that. Well ride back to the town
ship. With your permission. the ladies
and our elderly friend will remain fol
a rest"
You're welcome to anything we've
| got except our cook" Jim replied
turning away.
Darkness came early and the little
company grew closer and closer to the
camp fire, where Craig had once more
taken up his violin. The professor
had wandered off somewhere into the
darkness and the girls were seated a
little apart. They had been treated
Hospitality but colby.
Don't seem to cotton to as, these
boys" Laura remarked.
They dent like rs," Le,ers replied,
because they think we are after
Craig. I wonder what Long Jim has
been whispering to him. and what
that paper Is he has been showing
Craig. Do you know how far we are
from the Mexican border?"
Not more than i've or six miles
/ believe" Laura replied,
Lensra rose softly to her feet and
stroued to the back of the range
wagon. In a few moments she reap.
peared, carrying a piece Of paper in
her hand. She stoopsd down.
"Craig's saddlinS Up" she whis
pered. Look what he dropped"
She held out the paper. ON which
was traced . rpashly drawn map.
That Ines the river that marks
the Mexican border" she explained
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