Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-11-05
shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him newspaper, a GER
tain paragraph of which he was eager
ly deyouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in, a
cloud of dust.
FAMOUS cRIMlNoLoeIsT IN ALL
GUEZ.

GUEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac-
companied by Prof. Lord AshIeieh, ar
rived In AlIguez a 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 perished 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 10 now convalescent.
The man read the paragraph twice.
Then he set down the paper and
looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land There was a 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 pot of stew. The little party
of cowboys came laundering up. There
was chorus of shouts and exclama-
tions, whistlings and good-natured
chair, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
the table.
Say, Toys, / think he's fixed things
up all right he remarked. Come on
with the grub, cookie
Silently the man filled each dish
with tee stew and laid it in its 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
thisi"
He clicked the biscuit, which caught
the cock 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 al
| Craig.
Say, you mind you do better to
night young fellow. Eh!"
He stopped short with cry OF pain
| The horse had suddenly started
wrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the shoul
der
Gee, boys. he's broken ft!" he
groaned. "Say, this is hell"
| The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He tool
Jim's shoulder firmly in one hand ant
his arm in the other. The cowboy
howled with pain.
Let go my arm!" he shouted. "Kil
him, boys! My God, I'll make hole.
in you for thisi"
/ He snatched at his gun with hi
other hand and the cowboys scattered
a little. The cook stepped back, thu
gun flashed out, only to be suddenl.
lowered Jim looked incredulously to
wards his left arm. which hung M
longer helplessly by his side. H
swung it backwards and forwards, an,
a broad grin slowly lit up his lear
brown face He thrust the gun in hi
holster and held out his hand.
| Cookie, you're all right" he e1
claimed, You've done the trick thi
time. Say. you're miracle!"
} The cook smiled.
Your arm was just out of joint,
he remarked. "It was rather a har
pull, but it's all right now"
Jim looked around at the others
And to think that 1 might hav
, killed him!" he exclaimed. Cookie
J you're white boy. You'll do. We'r
} going to like you here"
Craig watched them ride off. Th
bitterness had passed from his fac,
Evening came and with it a repet
ton of his labors. When everythin
, was ready to serve, he. stepped fro1
J behind the wagon and looked acros
t / the rolling stretch of open countr,
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