Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-07-02

fight some more, m'sieur And | have
feel ashame for dose Black Mlnorca
feller 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. IL am in
cllned to like you for 1t. You're sporty
in your way, you tremendous scoun-
drel!"
"Mebbeso," Rondeau suggested hope
fully, "Msieur 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
molselle Summair, he's tell me pretty
soon he's goin' be boss of Laguno
Grande an stop all thees fight. An
wen Mademoiselle, he is in the saddle,
goodbye Jules Rondeau. Thees coun-
try like him. feel sad, M'sieur,
to leave dose beeg trees He paused,
looking rather wlstfully at Bryce. II
am fine woods-boss for somebody" he
suggested hopefully.
"You think Miss Sumner disllkes
you then, RondeauW
~ don theenk. ! 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, Msieur,
| feel-herew And he laid his great
calloused hairy hand over his heart.
Gwen | cut your beeg trees, Msieur,
| feel like hell"
"That Internal gorilla of a man Is
poet" Buck Ogllvy 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 | need woods
boss like you, I'll send for you.'
At eleven o'clock Saturday night the
deputy United States marshal arrived
in Sequoa. 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. Al
eight o'clock Sunday morning, how
I ever Bryce Cardigan drove him dOwr
to the crossing Buck Ogllvy was nj
ready there with his men, superintend
ing erection of huge derrick cl0st
to the heap Of Instructions placed OF
the crossing. Sexton was WATCHING
him uneasly, and flushed as Ogilv!
pointed him out to the marshal.
"There's your meat, marshal" HI
announced. The marshal approached
and extended toward Sexton a cop.
of the restraining order. The lattel
struck II aside and refused to accep
it-whereupon the deputy marshal tap
ped him on the shoulder with 1t
"Tag, You're out of the game, m!
friend" he said pleasantly.
As the document fluttered to Sex
tons feet, the latter turned to JULES
Rondeau ~ can no longer tax,
charge here, Rondeau," he explained
81 am forbidden to Interfere
Jules Rondeau can do re job" thu
woods-boss replied easily. "Ze law
she have not restrain me. | guess
mebbesO, you don take dose theeng
away, eh, Msieur Cardigan. Myself
| lax see"
The deputy marshal handed Ron
deau n paper, at the same time show
Ing his badge. you're out, too, m!
friend.' he laughed. Don't be fool
ish to try to buck the law. If you do
1 Sllull nave W IliuNt IL Hi't Iilllt pau
Of handouts on you and throw you IL
jail-and if you resist arrest, | shal
have to shoot you. | have one o
these little restraining orders TO
every abe-b0dled man In the Laguni
Grande Lumber company's employ
thanks to Mr.. Ogilvy's foresight; 81
It is useless to try to beat this gam,
on a technlcallty."
Sexton, who still fingered, made
gesture of surrender. "Dlsmlss you
crew, Rondeau," he ordered. "We'r
whipped to a fragile"
A CLEAN of pleasure, not unmiXe'
with triumph, lighted the dark eyes o
the French Canadian. Il tot Msieu