The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1916-12-14

"All l did was to knock UP the dust
in front of them. The way they came
back at me proves they really were
Scheming to get u.s."
Much you know about it," scOffed
the girl. Just because some of the
tribe are feeling ugly is no sign that
How about the murder of Nogen"
"Well, how? You and Charlie both
say there was only the one buck who
did the shooting. No; If this bunch
had been planning to get us, they'd
have been out Of sight under the edge
of the bank or over on the butte when
we first came along"
Have it your own way-only toss
me bottle of beer, that's a good girl.
I'm dry as a fish"
Recklessly he sat up and looked at
her, his small mouth curving in smile
under the neat mustache. A bullet
whizzed close over his head. There |!
They've spotted your position. Come
away!" Her voice quavered with con-
Germ for him.
The girl did not wait for him to reach
her. Satisfied as to his safety, she
went up the gulley to the blackboard
and drew canteen from the box under
the seat. Her father glanced down
and saw what she was doing His face
was powdered with dust. He spat and
beckOned to her.
Good! Bring it up. Bullet hit the
edge of the bank"
The girl climbed nimbly up the gul-
ley side with the canteen. Her father
spat again, took deep drink and said:
Better git the ponies round behind the
blackboard. Unless Charlie gifts back
soon, we may have to leave the ore and
make break for the agency"
"All right, Pere," cheerfully respond
ed the girl. "There haven't any of
them been hit so far, l guess. They
may be willing to let US off with big
scare"
"Pll give them scare and something
more when the police come" declared
the young man, who had taken a new
position in the opening of the gulley.
mo, you won't" demonstrated the
girl as she started down to him with
the canteen. when old Ti-owa-konza
sent in word that he'd call it quits over
the shooting of NOgen's killer, he meant
it. But this time you fired the first
shot, and if you kill one of them, it will
mean a blood feud, if not an uprising"
The young man snapped his fingers.
81 don't give that much for the whole
pack Of coyotes!"
Don't forget the mine, Mr.. Van,"
protested the older man.
"Yes, and how about mel" asked the
girl as she held out the canteen.
THAT settles it." he replied. ITO
please you, Tll-what do you SayH
TllGcall it quits" Shaking a gush of
water out over the spout, he lifted the
canteen in gallant salute and carried it |
to his lips.
Better hurry with them ponies, Ma
rie," called her father.
She did not wait for the canteen, but |
walked swiftly up the gulley to the
restive ponies. AS she led the two |
saddle horses around to the rear of |
the blackboard, the young man called
up to her: Shorten my stirrups. That
pinto is the best runner in the bunch"
Can you make it bareback" she
asked.
HE can hold on to the harness"
said her father. ''Tie the tugs so they
won't drag"
"Yes, guess can hold on. I'll try
the calico mare"
"Any sign on the butter she in
luired, her supple glOved fingers deftly
freeing the harneSsed ponies from the
DuckbOard.
Nothing yet" answered the young
nan. 'rm expecting bullet sOon."
''This amt no joke. Mr.. Van," COM
,lained the other man. He glOwered at
he butte. Suddenly his trained eyes
,aught sight OF an object moving up
he steep slope of crag. He clapped
lis rifle. to his shoulder. sighted It