Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-05-07

"Uncle SETH" she complained, I'm
lonesome. The bookkeeper tells me
you're going up TO the logging camp.
May 90 with your"
by all means. Usually I ride in
the cab with the engineer and fireman ;
but IL you're coming. I'll have them
hook on the caboose. Step lively. my
dear. or they'll he holding the train
fer MS and upsettlng our schedule"
BY virtue OF their logging contract
with Pennington, the Cartiigans and
their employees were transported free
over Pennlngton's logging railroad
hence. when Bryce Cardigan resolved
to wait upon Jules Rondean In the mat
ter Of that murdered Giant. It was
Characteristic Of him to choose the
shortest and most direct route to his
quarry. and as the long string Of empty
foGginE-trucks came crawling OF the
Laguna Grsnde Lumber company's log
dump. he swung over the side. quite
ignorant ot the fact that Shirley and
her precious relative were riding in
the little caboose In the rear.
At twelve-ten the train slid In on
the log landing.
where's RondeauY' Bryce asked.
The engineer pointed to huge,
swarthy man approaching across the
clearing In which the camp was sit
uated. that's him." he replied
And without further ado. Bryce strobe
TO meet his man.
"Are you Jules RondeauY he de-
manded as he came up to the woods
boss. The latter nodded. I'm Bryce
Cardigan" his interrogation announced,
land I'm here to thrash you for chop
ping that big redwood tree over In
that little valley where my mother Is
buried"
"Ohl" iiondeau smiled. "Wiz
pleasure, M'sieur." And without a
moments hesitation he rushed. Bryce
backed away from him. warily, and
they circled.
"When / get through with you. Ron.
deau," Bryce said distinctly. "it'll take
q good man 10 lead you to your meals.
This country isn't big enough for both
OF US, and since you came here Last
you've got to go first"
Bryce stepped in, tented for Ron
deau's jaw with his right, and when
the woods-boss quickly recovered. rip
ped sizzling left Into the latter's
midrlff. Rondeau grunted and dropped
his guard, with the result that Bryce's
great fists played devils tattoo on
his conntenance before he could
crouch and cover.
"Ths is a tough one" thought Bryce.
His blows had not. apparently. had the
slightest effect on the woOds-boss.
Crouched low and with his arms
wrapped around his head. Rondeau
still came on unfalterlngly, and Bryce
wns forced to give way before him; TO
save his hands, he avoided the risk OF
battering ROndeau's hard head and
hnewy arms.
Already word that the woods-boss
was battling with q stranger had been
shouted into the camp dining room,
and the entire crew OF that camp,
abandoning their half-fnished meal,
came pouring forth IT, view the contest.
Out OF the tail Of his eye Bryce saw
them coming, but he was not appre-
hensive, for he knew the code of the
woodsman: 'Iet every man roll his
own hoop" II would be a fight to q
finish, for no man would interfere;
striking, kicking, gouging, biting, or
choking would not be looked upon as
unsportsmanlike; and as Bryce backed
cautiously away from the huge, 1.-THE,
active. and powerful man before him,
he realized that Jules Rondeau was,
as his father had stated. top dog
among the lumberjacks."
Rondeau, II was apparent, had no
stomach for Bryce's style of combat
He wanted n rough-and-tum fight
and kept rushing, hoping TO clinch; II
ne could but get his great hands on