The Washington times., 1915-05-30

limited. a fortnight ago. and by
many ls supposed 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 tral
for homicide. French was taken to
the hospital, suffering from concus-
sion of the brain, but Is now con-
ValesCent.
The man read the paragraph twice.
Then he set down the paper and looked
steadily across the rolling prairie land.
There was a queer, bitter little smile
upon his lips.
There was cloud of dust in the DIS
tance The man rose TO his feet, shaded
his eyes with his hand and shambied
round to the back of the wagon, where
a long table was set out with knives
and forks, lunches of bread and tin
cups. 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
good -natured Chaff, as they threw them
selves from their horses. Long Jim
stood slowly cracking his whip and
looking down the table.
Say. boys. | think he's fixed things
up all right he remarked. Come on
with the grub. cookie
Silently the man filled each dish with
the stsw and laid 1t IN its place. Then
he retired to the background and the
cowboys commenced their meal. Ions
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 flicked the biscuit, which caught
the cook on the side of the head. For
moment the man started. With his
hand upon his temple he flashed look
of hatred toward his assailant. Ions
jim laughed Carelessly.
Say cookie" the latter went on.
where did you get them eyes? Guess
We'll have to tame you a bit"
The meal was soon over and Jim
strOlled across 10 where the others were
saddling up. He passed his left arm
through the reins Of his bride and turn
cd once more to lok at Craig.
Say, you mind you do better tonight,
young fellow--Eh!'
He stopped short with a cry OF pain.
The horse had suddenly started. wrench
Ing at the reins. Jims arm hung help
lessly down from the shoulder.
Gee, boys, he's broken it,. he groan-
ed. Say. this Is hell
He swore In agony. They all crowded
around him.
What's wrong. Jim?"
It's broken. sure
Wrong, you helpless sons OF looms"
Jim yelled. Cant any of you do some
thing"
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. kin
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 flash
ed out. only to be suddenly lowered. Jim
looked incredulously toward his left
arm. which hung no longer helplessIy
by his side. He swung II backward and
forward, and 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 exclaimed,
you've done the trick this time. Say.
you're a miracle
The cook smiled.
your arm was just out of joint" he
remarked. at was rather a hard pull,
but it's alright now
Jim looked around at the others
And to think that might have killed
him. he exclaimed. Cookie, you're a
white boy. Youn do. We're going to
like you here
Craig watched them rde off The
bitterness had passed his face. Slowly
he began to clean up. Then he crept
underneath the wagon and rested.