The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1920-08-21

fight some more. m'sieur. And l have
:eel ashame for dose Black Minorca
Teller. Always wiz him Get is re knife
or re club-and now Get is re rife
COchon! Wen fight, l fight wiz what
le bon Dieu give me-"
You appear to have a certain code,
after ALL" Bryce laughed. Il am in.
clined to like you for it. 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
uingtcn? Is he tired Of your"
The color mounted slowly to the
woods bully's swarthy cheek. Made
moiSGlIe Summair, he's tell me pretty
soon he's Goin' be boss of Laguna
Grande an stop all thees fight. An
Wen Madem0isele, he is in the saddle,
goodbye Jules Rondeau. Thees coun-
try Hike him. l feel sad, M'sieur,
to leave dose heeg trees" He paused,
looking rather wistfully at Bryce. II
am fine woOds-boSS for somebody" he
suggested hopefully.
You think Miss Sumner dislikes
you then, ROndeau?'
81 don theenk. know" He sigh
ed; his huge body seemed TO drOop.
Il 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,
l feel--herew And he laid his great
callOused, hairy hand over his heart.
wen l cut your beeg trees, Msleur,
l feel like hell"
THAT Internal gorilla of a man Is
a poet" Buck 0gilvy declared. "Fd
think twice before let him get out
of the country, Bryce"
"Whose salt he eats, his song he
SINGS" quOth Hryce. II forgive you,
ROndeau, and when l need a woods
boss like you, Hi 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, marshal" he
announced. The marshal approached
and extended toward Sexton a CODY
Of the restraining order. The latter
struck 1t aside and refused to accept
it-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 ffuttered TO Sex
tons feet, the latter turned to Jules
ROndeau. Il can no longer take
charge here, Rondeau," he, explained.
Il am forbidden to interfere"
Jules ROndsau can do re job" the
woods-bOss replied easily. "Ze law.
she have not restrain me- l guess.
you don take dose theengs
away, Ell, M'sieur Cardigan. Myself.
| lax see"
The deputy marshal handed Ron
1eau a paper, at the same time show
ing his badge. You're out. too, nv
friend" he laughed. Don't be fool
lsh TO try to buck the law. If you do.
shall have to place a nice little pair
of handouts on you and throw you in
lail-and If You resist arrest. | 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
t is useless to try TO beat this game |
IN a technicality"
Sexton, who still fingered, made a !
gesture of surrender. Dismiss your |
rev, Rondeau," he ordered. "We're
whipped to a FRAGILE"
A CLEAN of pleasure, not unmixed |
With triumph, lighted the dark eyes of
he French-C Canadian. Il toll Msieur