The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-10-05
CHAPTER XII.
Box Twenty-Three.

cliff where II Topped east, enclosing
the little pocket OF level woods where
the cabin stood. lie saw her stop
sisat ssins hyins BACK:
TO the question on his fscs s4s n
swered BY closing the door and mo
tioning him into the main room and TO
the window by the sewing table. A
small boy came whistling up the path.
'It's the grandson of the good old
storekeeper told you about" she
whispered.
They both laughed as she pushed
him toward the curtains, laughed
though 1t 'irked the man no little to go
into hiding at the sound of every foot
step-in a girls room at that, while
she stood guard.
"Ask him about the hunt today" he
whispered. "And above all, ask him
II he met man."
She nodded and pulled the curtains
close. The next moment she had
opened the door.
swell, Billy! Glad to see you. Come
right in" y. igr- 4.
Billy did come In. But Billy wasn't
speaking. Through the little gap In
the curtain the Penrlhunter could see
him standing just inside the door. Billy
was by no means a prepossessing
oungster-barefooted thin Skinned,
very decidedly pigeon-toed. His sharp
little face was deliberately and pic
turesquely freckled. There were
freckles enough for big face, and
Billy's face was small, so small that
some OF the freckles had to stand up
edgeways to find room. But his eyes,
in the midst of their speckled sur
roundings, looked out sharp and bright
from under his frazzled straw hat.
They were very busy Just then In TAX
the room, from wall to wall. from car
pet to loft joists.
The girl closed the door, put an arm
about the slim little mite under the
ragged hat and led him to the big easy
chair--the stricken old mans chair
near the middle OF the room; brought
the smaller rocking chair from her
sewing table and sat down by him.
The little fellow tried to lean back
in the big chair. 1t was far too deep
He sat up straight, swinging his feet
and continued his methodlcal survey
of the room.
'THow In the world did you ever find
your way. Billy, out here In the
woods?"
The sharp little eyes looked his
companion over--coolly; a tiny shade
contemptuously.
"Huhl That wusn't nothin'." His
voice was thin and sharp like his face |;
high like the peaked crown Of his
rusty hat.
"Dld your grandpa send you"
"Uh-huh! brung y'u letter.
Gran'pa tends T. tn post office now.
The Of postmaster had stroke night
b'fore last. an hain't knOwed nothin'
since. So gran'pa tends to IT,"
He unbuttoned the bosom of his
waist drew out letter and handed II
over.
"AIr you Box 23?"
"I-yes-I guess so," was the
startled answer as she took the letter.
"Hhh That's funny name-fer a
girl"
But she was too busy with the let
ter to notice the remark. II was I'D
dressed in a very bold and legible
hand: Box %, Buckeye, Ind. The
postmark she could not be sure Of. 1t
appeared to be vincennes, but some OF
the letters were too dull to read with
certainty.
SIS that your r'volver7"
There was not much chance 70 read
letters-or do anything else--with O
youngster like that In the house.
Eyes. Have they found that man
that escaped from Jail last nIghtT"
NAV An hope they don't. ]
met that timber buyin' Teller on the
way down here" He came near the
girls chair. ''If they's anybody I hate
It's him. Gran'pa says"-he leant
nearer, and spoke low-"he kills PEG.
Pile Gee but l wus skeered when !
saw him a-comin' down tn road He
wus awful mad, an a-swearin' to his.
self. He slashed at me with a switch
But I ducked, an cut dirt, an Skinned
over tn fence. When looked back
he was a-goin' on toward town, an
streaked It through tn woods llckety
split"
q The very information she had beer
about to venture forth into the woods
to acquire.
"Ilow Is your grandma todayr
"Oh, she's well ag'in. She cooS'