The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-03-15

SO much as a drink OF water except |
through pain and effort. Hours when
he cursed Buck Olney and thought he
had him bound to the chair in the cab
in. Hours when he watched for him,
gun in hand, through the window be-
side the bunk.
He had made final trip to Hardup
two weeks before and had brought back
supplies for the winter. And because
his pay streak of pravel bank had yield
ed a fair harvest he had not stinted
himself on the things he liked to eat.
He lay looking over the piled boxes
against the farther wall and wondered
il he could reach the box Of crackers
and drag it up beside the bunk. He
was weak, and to move his leg was
agony. Well, there was dish of prunes
on the window sill.
| Ward ate a dozen or SO, but he want
ed the crackers. He leaned as far as
he could from the bed. and the box was
still two feet from his outstretched fin
gers. He lay and considered how he
might bring the box within reach.
At the head OF the bunk stood the
case of canned tomatoes, the two form
ing a stand for his lantern. He eyed
them thoughtfully, chewing a corner OF
his underlip. He did not want peaches
or tomatoes just then-he wanted those
soda crackers.
He took Buck Olney's knife-he was
finding it most useful souvenir OF the
| nd i'd off I'd
the peach box. Two nails stuck out
through each end Of the board. He
leaned again from the bed, reached out
with the board and caught the nails in
a crack on the upper edge of the crack
er box. He dragged the box toward
him until it caught against ridge in
the rough board floor, when the nails
bent outward and slipped away from
the crack. Ward lay back, exhausted
with the effort he had made and tor
mented with the pain in his leg.
After awhile he took the piece OF
board and managed to slide it under
the box, lifting a corner OF it over the
ridge. That was hard work, harder
than you would believe unless you tried
it yourself after lying three days fast
ing with broker leg and fever. He
had to rest again before he took the
other end OF the board that had the
good nails and pulled the box up be
side the bunk.
In few minutes he made another
effort and pried part of the cover of
the cracker box with the knife. Then
he pulled out half a dozen crackers and
ate them, drank half dipper of water
and felt better.
He had held himself aloof from the
men of the country. He knew the Sea
beck riders by sight; he had talked @
; little with Floyd Carson two or three
times and had met Seabeck himself
He knew Charlie Fox in q purely cas-
ual way, as has been related, and Petel
Howling Dog the same.
None Of these men were likely to ridt
out of their way to see him. And nov
that his mind worked nationally he hat
: no fear OF Buck Olney's vengeful re
turn. Buck Olney, he guessed shrewd
| ly, was extremely busy just now put
, ting as many miles as possible between
himself and that part of Idaho. Unless
, Billy Louise would come or send 70
, him he would in all probability lie alon'
t there until he was able to walk. Ware
5 did not try to comfort himself with an,
decisions of hope.
< AS the days passed he settled himsel
! yrimly to the business of getting through
t the ordeal as comfortably as possible
r He had food within his reach and |
e | scant supply OF water. He worked gu