Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-04-10
CHAPTER XVIII.

Next day Bryce Cardigan, riding
M ton log on the end truck or n
me train lust in from Cardigan $
FOODS in Township Nine, dropped
rom the end of the log as the tram
ravied thru the mill yard on It's
nv TO the log dump. He hailed
uck Ogilyy, where the latter stood
tho door OF the office.
big dolngs up on Little Laurel
reek this morning, Buck"
"Do tell" Mr.. Ogilvy murmured
norosely.
"It was great" Bryce continued
Old Duncan McTavish returned.
new he would. His year on the
ncurners bench expired yesterday,
Ind he came back to claim his OLD
OBJ of woods boss
Hes one year too late" Ogilvy de-
Jared. IT wouldn't let that big Cam
dtan Jules Rondeau quit for farm.
bcme woods boss, that-and his first
OBJ with this company was the dir
hest YOU could hand him-smearinS
krease on the skid road at dollar
Ind a half a day and found. He's
nade too good to lose out now. l
Aon't care what his private morals
nav be. He can get out the logs. hang
bis rascally hide, and I'm for him.
I'm afraid you haven't anything
10 say about it, Buck" Bryce replied
RryIy.
~ haven't Ell? Web, any time you
aeny me the privilege of hiring and
bring you're going to be out the
seryice OF u rafting good general
manager, my son. Yes, sir! II you
hold me responsible for results l
must select the tools I want to work
With"
"Oh. very we'll" Bryce laughed.
eHave Il your own way. Only II you
ran drive Duncan McTavish out of
tSardigan's woods I'd like to see you
40 1t. Possession is nine points OF
khe law Buck-and Old Duncan is in
Possession"
What do You mean-in posses
Bion?'
81 mean that at ten o'clock this
morning Duncan McTavish appeared
at our log landing. The whisky fat
ali gone from him and he appeared
forty years old instead of the sixty
that he is. With a whoop he came
Humping over the logs. straight for
Jules Rondeau. The big Canuck saw
him coming and knew what his visit
portended-so ne wasn't taken I'M
awares. II was a case OF fight for his
job-and Rondeau fought"
1.-THE devil you say!"
II do--and there was the devil to
pay. Ii was u rough and tumble and
no grips barred-just the kind Of
fight Rondeau likes. Nevertheless
Cid Duncan foored him. While he's
been away somebody taught him the
hammer lock and the crotch hold,
and a few more fancy ones. and he
got to work on Rondeau in a hurry.
Ir fact no had to, for Il the tussle
had gone over five minutes Rondeau's
youth would have decided the issue"
And Rondeau was whipped?'
ITO a whisper. Mac foored him,
and choked him until he beat the
ground with his free hand in token OF
surrender; whereupon old Duncan let
him UP, and Rondeau went to his
shanty and packed his turkey. The
last I saw Of him he was headed over
the hill to Camp Two on Lagunh
Grande. He'll probably chase that
assistant woods boss hired after the
consolidation out of Shirley's woods
and help himself to the fellows Job.
don't care II he does. What inter
ests me is the fact that the old Car
| digan woods BOSS is back On ths lob
| e.. no ~, tar. -,
glad Of II. The old horsethief has had
his lesson and will remain sober here
after. think he's cured.
''The Infamous old outlaw"
Mac knows the San Hedri1 az I
Know my own pocket. He'll be a
tower Of strength when we Opan up
that tract after the railroad builds in.
BY the way. has my dad been down
this morning."
eyes. MORA read the mail 70 him
and then took him UP to the Valley Of
the Giants. He said he wanted to co
2 little quiet figuring or that
new steam schooner you're thinking
of building. He thinks she ought to
be bigger-big enough to carry two
pli1lion feet"
zBryoe glanced at his watch. It's
half after eleven" he said. Guess
I'll run up to the Giants and bring
him home to luncheon"
He stepped into the Napier stand
ing outside the office and drove away.
Buck Ogilvy waited until Bryce was
out Of sight; then with sudden deter
animation he entered the office.
"Moira," he said abruptly, OPP
preaching the desk where she worked,
your dad Is back, and what's mote,
Bryce Cardigan has let him have his
old job as woods boss. And I'm here
10 announce that you're not going
back to the woods to keep house fur
him. Understand? Now, look hera.
Mora, I've shilly- shallied around you
for months protesting my love, and l
haven't gotten anywhere. Today I'm
/ going TO ask you for the last time.
VIII you marry me? need you worse
than that rascal of a father Of yours
does, and l tell you I'll not have you
20 back to the woods to take care of
him. Come, now, MORA Do give me
4 . definite answer"
Tim afraid I don't love you we'll
1 enough to marry you, Mr.. Ogilvy,"
/ Moira pleaded. I'm truly fond of you,
/ Aut---*
The last boats gone" cried Mr..
pgflvy desperately. I'm answered.
Wall I'll not stick around here much
1onaer, MORA. I realize must be a
nussarce, but can't help being nui-
sauce when you're near me. So I'll
quit my job here and go back to my
AZ game Of railroading."
"Oh. YOU wouldn't quit ten-thou-
Y and dollar lob Moira cried apha sf