Cheyenne record., 1917-03-15
CHAPTER IV-Contlnued.

CHAPTER lV-continued.
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With the closing Of the doors behind
him, in the dim light he distinguished
at the other end Of the room the high
platform and desk where the judges
were TO sit, when the court had been
transferred from old Vlncennes. = Re-
hind the high-backed desk he would
be absolutely concealed from view.
He made himself comfortable behind
1t and settled down to what promised
to be a wait Of several hours. Above
him a square of azure showed through
the unfinished roof. The afternoon
was warm. David was more tired than
he had realized. He grew drowsy.
nodded slept.
When he awoke, without raising his
head, his ears caught the murmur Of
voices that had seemed to run through
his dreams. All the light had faded
from the room, star shone through
the unf nished roof high above him.
The voices ran on at his ear. He
could hear them more plainly now.
'Money7 Why. tell you, man,
there's barrels of it waiting at NAL
ueh. lie NOlCe WIS llupdllcuI, a
cultural hlrshness checked with an
effort to whisper; sometimes it rose
as though its owner could with diff
Guilty constsain himself to caution.
Barrels of it, 1 tell you. Heaps o.
good dollars like maize In the Indian
villages"
"But do you think he is with us2"
David could scarcely repreSS a start
ut the second voice.
The first speaker grunted contemp-
tuously. "And with blood on his
head? You're as sure Of him as you
are of me-"
Of heart! friendliness.
There. there Captain Girty, no Of
fense. But you'll admit that I was
sent over to treat with you and you
only. And now you propose the name
of this man. You must admit, Cap
tain Girty, that there's bare chance
he would prefer n Yankee to an Eng
iish commission"
The man addressed as Girty swore
irrItably.
"American7 He hain't no more
American than l be. You promise
him a nice berth with the kings COM
mission and protection and he'll take
It."
"And II ne refuses"
"No ones the wiser. I'll cut his
throat easy enough"
David thought the husky giggle
which accompanied the words would
have graced Satan.
swell. we'll meet him tonight, then.
Where dc you say he's to be found2"
"Well meet at the forge ut the cor
ner OF Oak lane and Walnut-Israel
Butts smithy. He slips in and out
when he pleases."
SVEN meet there at midnight?"
whereabouts. Give me time to git
some O. this liquor. We don't git good
wine every day in the Wilderness"
And the backwoodsman chuckled
agaiu wheezily.
David heard the faint shuttle of the
British agents steps as the two moved
away" The second man must be bare
foot. he thought. Then came the just
audible sound of the closing doors and
he was alone. He rose and FASTENED
through the growing darkness like
tattered ghost. He had still another
rendezvous with traitors to keep that
1ight.
With grunt a portly passer-by felt
his impact as he turned the corner: 1t
wus Cranmer himself, lingering on the
~ay to his i'm.
'Why, it's Dnvld!" he exclaimed
with bluff frlendllness. "How are you.
young man?" He crushed David's cold
fingers in a mighty grasp. MY boy"
he went on sturdily. ave seen moth
ing in this town all day long but
drunken backwoodsmen. l don't think
they're folk you can depend on. l
stick to old John Wesley, rest his
honest soul! I'm n Methodist, l am,
even In a town where there's none to
preach. I'm hurrying back to my
daughter, and then Wen have family
prayers together. Won't you join us7"
He benmed on David with the ex-
preston Of one ready to suffer the In
quisitIon. But David stared Mt him
In silence with q strange look and
then abruptly turned away. What a
fool he had been to trust these Gran
mers for q momenti He caught him
self-Lydia, for auGht he really knew,
was innocent Of her fathers intrigues.
On the corner Of the lanes called
oak and Walnut the blacksmith shop
4 srael Butt, low barrack Of logs,
bowed no gleam Of light from the In
dor to the chance passer-by. Da-
4 hiadso u ths dark paysageway Mt