The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-11-19

fight some more, m'sieur. And have
feel ashame' for dose Black Minorca
Teller. Always wiz him eet is re knife
or re club-and now eet Is re rifle
Cochon! Wen fight, fight wiz what
lie bon Dieu give me-"
you appear to have certain code
after ALL" Bryce laughed. II am in
clined to like you for it. You're sporty
In your way, you tremendous scoun.
drelw
"Mebbeso," Rondeau suggested hope
fully, "M'sieur likes me for woods.
boss?"
'Why, what's the matter with Pen
nington? Is he tired of your"
The color mounted slowly to the
woods bully's swarthy cheek. made
moiselle Summair, he's tell me pretty
soon he's goin' be boss of Laguna
Grande an stop all thees fight. An
wen Mademoiselle, he is in the saddle,
| goodbye Jules Rondeau. Thees coun-
try like him. ] feel sad, Msieur,
to leave dose beeg trees" He paused,
looking rather wistfully at Bryce. 81
am fine woods-boss for somebody" he
suggested hopefully.
you think Miss Sumner dislikes
you then, RondeauY
| II dom theenk. 1 know" He sigh
| ed; his huge body seemed to droop
II am out of zee good luck now" he
murmured bitterly. Everybody, she
| hate Jules Rondeau." Again he
sighed. Dose beeg trees! In Quebec
we have none. In zee woods, M'sieur,
1 feel-here! And he laid his great
| calloused, hairy hand over his heart.
"W'en 1 cut. your beeg trees, M'sieur,
l feel like hell"
''That internal gorilla of a man is
poet" Buck Ogilvy declared I'D
think twice before / let him get out
of the country, Bryce"
Whose salt he eats, his song he
sings quoth Bryce. II forgive you,
Rondeau, and when l need a woods
boss like you, I'll send for you"
At eleven O'Clock Saturday night the
deputy United States marshal arrived
in Sequoia. Upon the advice of Buck
Ogilvy, however. he made no attempt
at service that night, Notwithstanding
the fact that Jules Rondeau and his
DULLES still guarded the crossing. At
eight o'clock Sunday. morning, how
ever, Bryce Cardigan drove him down
to the crossing. Buck Ogilvy was al
ready there with his men, superintend-
ing erection of huge derrick close
to the heap of distractions placed on
the crossing. Sexton was watching
him uneasily, and flushed as Ogilvy
pointed him out to the marshal.
There's your meat, marshall" he
announced. The marshal approached
and extended toward Sexton a copy
of the restraining order. The latter
struck it aside and refused to accept
whereupon the deputy marshal tap
ped him on the shoulder with it.
Tag! You're out of the game, my
friend" he said pleasantly.
AS the document fiuttered to Sex
toms feet, the latter turned to Jules
Rondeau. 81 can no longer take
charge here, Rondeau," he explained.
81 am forbidden to interfere"
Jules Rondeau can do re job" the
woods-boss replied easily. "Ze law,
she have not restrain me- / guess,
mebbeso, you don take dose theengs
away, eh, Msieur Cardigan Myself.
l lax see''
The deputy marshal handed Ron
deau paper, at the same time show
ing his badge. you're out, too. nv
friend" he laughed Don't be fool
ish to try to buck the law. If you do,
l shall have to place nice little pair
of handouts on you and throw you in
jail-and if you resist arrest, l shall
have to shoot you. I have one of
these little restraining orders for
every able-bodied man in the Laguna
Grande Lumber company's employ
thanks to Mr.. Ogilvy's foresight; so
it is useless, to try to beat this game
on technicality."
Sexton, who still fingered, made
gesture of surrender. Dismiss your
crew, Rondeau," he ordered. "We're
whipped to a fragile"
A CLEAN of pleasure, not unmixed
with triumph, lighted the dark eyes of
the French Canadian. II toll M'sieur