Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1918-04-19

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 a final trip to Hardup
two weeks before and had brought back
supplies for the winter. And because
his pay streak OF gravel bank had yield
ed 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
if 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 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 peaches and beneath that the
case of canned tomatoes, the two form
ing 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
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encounter-and pried off 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
crack on the upper edge Of the crack
er box. He dragged the box toward
him until it caught against ridge in
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 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 d 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.
effort and pried part of the cover off
the cracker box with the knife. Then
he pulled out half 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
times and had met Seabeck himself.
He knew Charlie Fox in purely cas-
ual way, as has been related, and Peter
Howl1ng 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
MIN 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
scant supply nf water. He worked out