Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-03-17
Copyright by Peter b. Kyne.
CHAPTER TX.

George Sea Otter, summoned by
telephone, came out to Freshwater,
the station nearest the wreck and
transported his battered young mas
ter hack TO Seluoia. Here Bryce
sought the doctor in the Cardigan
Redwood Lumber Cumpanys little
| hospital and had his wrecked nose
reorgantzed and his cuts banduged.
Ii was characteristic of his fathers
son that when this detail had been
attended to. he should go to the Of
flee and work until the 6 O'Clock
whistle blew
Old Cardigan was waiting for him
at the gate when ne reached home.
George Sea Otter had already given
the old man a more or less gaTbled
account of the runaway log-train,
and Cardigan eagerly awaited his
sons arrival in order to ascertain
the details Of this new disaster
which had come upon them. For
di saster II was, In truth. The loss
Of the logs was trlnlng-perhaps
three or four thousand dollars; the
destruction of the rolling stock was
the browning misfortune. Both Car
digans knew that Pennington would
eagerly seize upon that point to
stint his competitor still further on
logging equipment that there would
be delays-purposeful but apparently
navoidable-before this lost rolling
stock would be replaced. And In the
interim the Cardigan MILL unable to
get sufficient supply of logs to
fill orders in hand, would be forced
to close down.
We'll. son." said John Cardigan
mildly as Bryce unattached the gate,
another bump, eh?"
Yes, sir-right on the nose"
Il meant another bump to your
heritage, my SON."
Tn worrying more about my
nose, partner. In fact, I'm not wor-
rying about my heritage at all. I've
come to a decision on that point:
We're going TO fight and fight to the
last; were going down fighting.
And by the way, started the fight
this afternoon. I whaled the wad-
ding out of that bucko woods boss
~ S-4A4AA- n SoA4 tNlAl iS a Special
compliment to you, John Cardigan, I
did an almighty fine job of cleaning.
Even went so far as to mIss the
Colonel up a little
Wow. WOW, Bryce, Bully for
yonl I wanted that man Roudeau
taken apart. He has terrorized our
woodsmen for a long time. He's
king OF the nlad-train, you know"
Bryce was relieved. His father did
rot know. then, OF the act of vandal-
ism in the Valley Of the Giants This
| fact strengthened Bryce's resolve not
to tell him
Arm in arm they walked UP the
garden path together.
Just as they entered the house, the
telephone in the hall tinkled, and
Bryce answered.
Mr.. Cardigan" came Shirley sum
ner's voice over the wire.
Bryce" he corrected her.
She ignored the correction.
II don't know what TO say 10
YOU" she faltered. Il rang up to tell
you how splendid and heroic your &C
ton was"
y had my own life to save, Shir-
ley"
You didn, think of that at the
time"
Welt didn't think Of your I'M
ele's, either" he replied without en-
thusiasm.
I'm sure we never can hope to
catch even with your Mr.. Cardigan"
Don't try. Your revered relative
will not: SO why should you?'
You are making it somewhat hard
for me toto rehabtlitate our friend
ship. Mr. Cardigan"
BLESS your heart" he murrnured.
"The very fact that you bothered to
| ring me up at all makes me your
debtor. Shirley, can you stand some
plain speahng-between friends,
mean"
II think so, Mr.. Cardigan"
well, then" said Bryce, 'listen
to this: am your uneIe's enemy UNI
I'll death do US part. Neither he nor
| l expect to ask or to give quarter,
and I'm going TO smash him II can"
IF you do, you smash me- she
| warned him.
! Likewise oar friendship. I'm sor-
ry, but it's got to be done II can
do it. Shall-shall we say good-by.