American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1918-04-02

soda crackers.
He took Buck Olney's knife-he was
finding it a most useful souvenir Of the
encOunter-and pried of a board from
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
or box. He dragged the box toward
him until 1t caught against a 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 1t under
the box, lifting a corner Of II over the
ridge. That was hard work, harder
than you would believe unless you tried
It yourself after lying three days fast
ing with a broken leg and a 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 a few minutes be made another
effort and pried part Of the cover off
the cracker box with the knife. Then
he pulled out half a dozen crackers and
ate them, drank half a 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 a
little with Floyd Carson two or three
times and had met Seabeck himself.
He knew Charlie Fox in a purely cas-
ual way, as has been related, and Peter
Howling Dog the same.
None OF these men were likely to ride
out Of their way to see him. And now
that his mind worked nationally he had
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 for
him he would in all probability lie alone
there until he was able to walk. Ward
did not try to comfort himself with any
decisions of hope.
As the days passed he settled himself
grimly to the business of getting through
the ordeal as comfortably as possible.
He had food within his reach and a
scant supply Of water. He worked out
the question of diet and Of using his
resources to the best advantage. He
had nothing else to do and his alert
mind seized upon the situation and
brought It down to a fine system.
For instance, he did not open a can
Of fruit until the prunes were gone.
Then he emptied a can OF tomatoes into
the bowl as a safeguard against pto-
maine poisoning from the tin, and set
the empty car on the floor. During the
warm part Of each.day he slid open the
window by his bunk and lay with the
fresh air tanning his face and lifting
the hair from his aching temples.
He tried to eat regularly and to make
the fruit juice save his water supply.
Sometimes he chewed jerked venison
from the bag over his head, but not very
often: the salt In the meat made him
drink too much. On the whole, his
diet was healthful and In a measure
satisfying. He did not suffer from the
want OF any real necessity, at any rate.
He had his few books within reach.
He read a good deal to keep from think
ing too much, and he tried to meet the
days with philosophic calm. He might
easily be a great deal worse off than
he was, he frequently reminded him
self.
But he was lOnesome-so lonesome
that there were times when life looked
absolutely worthless; when the blue dew
lis made him their plaything and he
saw Billy Louise looking %scornfully
upon him and loving some other man
better; when he saw his name black
ened by the suspicion that he was a
r.stler-preying upon his n%eighbors'
cattle: when he saw Buck Olney laugh
ing in derision Of his mercy and fixing
fresh evidence against him to confound
him utterly.
He had all those moods, and they left
their own lines upon his face. But he
had one thing to hearten him, and that
was the steady progress of his broken
leg toward recovery. A long, tedious
process II "a of necessity, but as
nearly as he could judge the bone was
knitting together and would be straight
and strong again II he did not try to
hurry Il too much. He tried to keep
count Of the weeks as they passed.
When the days slid behind him until
he feared he could not remember he cut
a little notch on the window sill each
morning with Bucks knife. with every
seventh day a longer and deeper notch
than the others to mark the weeks. The
first three days had been so hazy that
he thought them only two and marked
them so. but that put him only n day
out Of his reckoning.
He lay there and saw snow slither
past his window, driven by a ~whooping
wind. II worried him to know that his
calves were unsheltered and unfed
while his long stack OF hay stood I'M