Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-12-08

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ITS Broken Out Again!"
Ride down to Toledo an tell 'em to
send tn town. Well need EN- all.
can't spare a man-Ive sent out
six to hunt tn devil behind this. an
If l ketch him I'll kill him, damn
him!"
l"Son!" said Ma from the shadows.
So Siletz and Black Bolt and Coos
nah Numbered down through the
darkness to save the Dillingworth,
and the heart in the girls breast was
throbbing with anxiety for Sandry-
black as Daily, and as rough looking,
fighting with his lesser strength, q
Westerner at last by every sign.
By. midnight the town was there,
and Daily saw among the crowd Har-
ris, his old saw-filer, young Anwor-
thy and several more of those who
had deserted to the god of gold. They
kept sheepishly in the background.
but they we're there for the common
good that Daily had spoken of-they
would have answered a call from a
real enemy in such crisis. for that
is the way Of the West.
Ma Daily, passing her interminable
tin cups of coffee-she had brought q
great iron kettle and boiled 1t over a
fire on the ground-stopped before
Anworthy, the curly headed boy of
whom she was very fond, with hand
on his shoulder.
'Tm mighty glad to see you, son."
she said kindly, and the young scape-
goat had the grace to blush.
Destiny was against the Dilling-
worth. The wind leaped and shout
/ ed up between the hills and by mid
night the flames suddenly leaped up
as IL . restraint had been removed.
Huge, red streamers flung themselves
out against the black night sky,
reaching half way to the zenith.
Dense clouds OF smoke leaped and
bellied to the heavens, while the roar
that appalls woodsman's heart began
to sound throughout the hills.
John Daily, working like a giant,
went white beneath his CRIME at
sound of 1t. 9@ Us
"My God!" he cried hoarsely. it's
goin' away from u.s."
And Sandry, halted pace away
by that cry Of despair, looked upon
the first really great sight of his life.
more men," shouted the foreman
hoarsely. "You Harris, go telephone
to Corvallis for more men,"
"1t's done, Johnny" said Ma Daily,
painting In the light, her. sleeves
rolled up from brown, capable arms,
II sent Sletz some time back. She's
calm fer all the stations between
The valley was as light as day, illu.
mined all up and down it's length, and
three horsemen we're Looping up it's
level floor Lean, 1.-THE men they
we're, clad in sober khaki, and they
leaped from their horses with bust
nesslike alacrity, dropping reins over
saddle horns instead Of on the ground.
Those three horses were wen trained
intelligent aids, ready to stand for
hours in one spot, to come at q
whistle, and they wanted no drag
cling straps to hinder.
"We're forest rangers" announced
the spokesman, = quick.eyed, steady
young chap, to Sandry. give me your
men,
THANK tn Lord" said Daily fer.
vently, take command"
The newcomer talked moment
with his two companions. motioning
alr Aok{ v10 N ryt,j ni,
plan. Then he turned to the owner and
his foreman.
where's your best TIMBER" he
asked
Fright over that hrst ridge to tn
east an south-an' there's big tire
burnin' back toward It"
Come along. want to climb that
east RIDGE
In hurrying silence the three men
climbed the mountain. standing at last
on . narrow crest between two roll
licking areas Of flame that leaped and
ate and roared in = hundred places.
Tho stranger questioned pointedly-
how long they had been burning, how
many fires there were ut the start
how It had all begun, and Sandry no
ticed his thoroughness.
Daily gave every detail freely.
SITS ben SET" he said bitterly, IAN
far III. lie Of me- don't know Why
We'd a-had 1t all under by now but
fer this ono up here-an' tn start
an'-but. oh Lord. what's tn use1
S.hav han anrin4in' m faafAr'0 ve'd