The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-09-17

JOOk nasty SiduCe ~ mr. OuoSc,
who sat in the rear seat. He didn't
look a bit more comfortable than ]
must have, just at that time.
We waited-oh, possibly an hour.
It had become quite dark. began
to think about the wolves-and the
FIRE. ] had heard that wolf can't
climb tree, and ! instinctively
measured a tall pine just ahead as
possible refuge should the worst
come to the worst. cast another
furtive glance at Mr.. Chase.
THOUGHT / saw him looking rather
ihtently'a the same pine ! had meas
ured but moment before. may
be mistaken, for he looked away
quickly but THINK he was eye
ing up that pine alright.
Another half hour, and / had quite
made up my mind to start that fire,
when a mighty welcome sound
reached our ears. 1t was an automo-
bile-or shall / say Ford. couldn't
mistake it. 1t didn't purr, you l.now
1t chugged. And sure 60. Ugh,
over the hill it tame--c .anging and
rafting toward US at full clip. We
climbed out to meet it-expecting,
Of course, that it hsd come, to tow US
in.
Three forms climbed out and
walked toward us-one q tall, power
fully built individual, another not so
tall but plenty husky enough and a
third the driver, young man. The
mot so tall one. came toward me
and said: Where to-? "Well,"
began 1--WE had thought something of
going to L'Anse, and may yet If you
have come to tow US in. You see
we're out of luck. Broken down.
Somp'n gone wrong"
"Huh"-and the man came nearer.
"By the way" and I thought he
looked at me rather sharply, Didn't
happen to see a dog up the line, did
ya?" and he sort Of bit of the last
word. ! felt just the slightest sink
ing sensation way down inside, shot
very rapid look at Mr.. Chase, and
decided to beat him to it. "Dog :?
H no. We haven't seen dog.
Been too busy tryin' to pull out Of
this hole. Why? What's the trou-
BILE? Lookin' for one." "Well-yes
/ guess we are. Y'see it was report
ed to me, at L'Anse (and he pulled
back his coat, revealing very shiny
and officially looking badge) that a
party ridin' on this old road, and
headin' for L'Anse, picked up dog
at farmhouse back there a piece,
and inasmuch as the road amt used
much nowadays, we thought maybe
we couldn't miss the party that
picked up the cur" He looked at
me again. 1t was dark, but if he
didn't lean. towards me just little
than my mind was working overtime
because I'm pretty sure l stepped
back out of reach Of what felt sure
was hand.
A few more very pointed remarks,
and a hasty glance at the back seat
of the car. seemed to satisfy the
sheriff, for it was none other than
Sheriff Dick Kotila, of Baraga coun-
ty, and his deputy, William Crebas-
sa, that if we were the guilty party
we had at least made a clever geta-
wey with the "loot."
"Weli, guess we're off the trail.
Here-maybe we can give you a
lift", and once more the horizon of
our eventful experience took on q
rosy hue as we fell to the task of
hooking up our ailing mount with the
sheriff's "fivver", preparing to be
towed home in disgrace.
For the second time "all went
well'', until, at a point about mile
and half from L'Anse, and just
within sight of the little village'e
"gay white lights, we overlook Mr..
Doelle and Knechtges, plodding along
the dusty road, both pretty well ia
tigued and evidently capable of just
about the remaining distance-and
not much more.
hesitated for moment, wonder
ing If it were best to hail them or
not-for / could see visions of cold
night in the cooler for Knechtges and
possible trouble for myself and the
rest (including Prof. Chase) for not
having come across" when ques--
toned. However, / caught one good
view of Mr.. Doelle, his coat off and
his head down-and decided that
would signal to stop. We picked
them up, Knechtges getting in the
Buick with me. When the roar of
the Ford had once more started up
to drown out all other racket, / un-
folded the story to Knechtkes-told
him that he was a hunted fugitive
from Justice" and advised him to
leap for freedom if he wanted to es-
cape a life sentence.
"Huh-does look sort o. bad, does
mt it", he said. "But look here-I'm
dead sure that's my dog, and what's
more I'm goin' to tell Kotila about
it," And nothing further that could
say could swerve him from his de-
termined purpose. VI n.
We pulled into the garage at
L'Anse, at about 8 o'clock, sadder
but wiser party. Knechtges
hoped out, walked directly over to
whore Sheriff Kotila had just dis
mounted from the "fiiv", and, saiC:
"Wen Sheriff, I'm your mani stole
the dog "Ya did Ell and / almost
turned my back anticipating the click
Of the hancuffs. Eyes I did--and
what's more it's my dog" "Is that
so", and the sheriff stepped forward.
"How va gonna prove It." ~
How am ! gonna. prove it, Say
you come out to that farm house
with me tomorrow and Ill make that
dog do some tricks that those far
mcrs out there, and you too, never
| dreamed Of. Are. you on ."
"Well, guess that settles It. I'm