Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-04-06
CAAPTER XVII.

the loading Of the discarded boiler
and heavy castings aboard two fiat
cars. BY utilizing the steel derrick
on the company's wreCking car this
| task was completed by noon, and af-
ter luncheon the mogul backed up
the main line past the switch into
| the Laguna Grande yards: where
upon the switch engine kicked the
/ two flat cars and the wrecking car
/ out OF the yard and down TO the
/ crossing, where the distractions
were promptly unloRded The police
/ watched the operation with alert in
! terest but forebore TO interfere in
[ this high handed closing Of public
/ thoroughfare.
/ To Sections annoyance and secret
apprehension. Bryce Cardigan and
( Buck Ogilvy promptly appeared on
the scene. both very cheerful and
lavish with expert advice as to the
/ best method OF ekpeditlHg the job in
/ hand. To Bryce's surprise Jules
( Rondeau appeared to take secret en-
joyment of this good natured chat
/ fling of the Laguna Grande manager.
/ Occasionally he eyed Bryce curious
| ly but without snimus. and present
/ ly he flashed the latter q lightning
/ wink. as If to say: What a fool Sex
/ ton is 10 oppose YOU"
We'll. Rondeau.' Bryce hailed the
woods-b boss cheerfuIly, 81 see you
have quite recovered from that
working over l gave you some time
ago. No hard feelings. l trust.
shouldn't care to have that job to
do over again. You're a tough one"
/ by gar, she don pay for have
/ hard feelings wiz you. m 'sieur." Ron
! deau answered bluntly. We have one
fine fight. but'-he shrugged-'I
don want some more" He ap-
, preached Bryce and Lowered his
all ze tam. We don fight some more.
m'sieur. And | have feel ashame'
for dose Black Minorca Teller. AL
ways wiz him eet is re knife or re
club-and now Get is re rifle. Coch-
on! Wen l fight, l fight wiz what
lie bon Dieu give me-"
You appear to have a certain
code. after all" Bryce laughed. "
am inclined to like you for it. You're
sporty in your way, you tremendous
scouDdrel."
"Mebbeso," Rondeau suggested
hopefully, "M'sieur likes me for
woods boss?''
Why. what's the matter with PEN
nington? Is ne tired of your"
The color mounted slowly to the
woods bully's swarthy cheek. Made
moiseile Summair, he's tell me pretty
soon he's goin be boss Of Laguna
Grande an stop all thees fight. An
Wen Mademoiselle, ne is in the sad
die. good bye Jules Rondeau. Thees
country-I like him. feel sad,
VI 'sieur TO leave dose beeg trees.
He paused, looking rather wistfully
at Bryce. 1 am fine woods boss for
somebody" he suggested hopefully.
You think Miss Sumner dislikes
you then, Rondeau?"
Il don theenk. | know" He sigh
ed: his huge body seemed to droop.
Il am out of zee good luck now" he
murmured bitterly. Every body, she
hate Jules RondeaU." Again he
sighed. Dose beeg trees, In Quebec
we have none. In zee woods, M'sieur
l feel--here,' And he laid his great
calloused. hairy hand over his heart.
w en- ! cut your beeg trees. M'sieur,
I feel like hell
That internal gorilla of a man is
a poet" Buck OgLvy declared. I'd
think twice before l let him get out
Of the country. Bryce
Whose salt he east. his song he
sings. quoth Bryce. Il forgive you,
Rondeau. and when need a woods
ooss like you. III send for you
At eleven o'clock Saturday night
the deputy United States marshal
arrived in Seauoid. tpon the advice
of Buck OgiIvy, however, he made no
attempt at service that night, not
withstandlng the fact that Jules
Rondeau and his bullies still guarded
/ the crossing. At eight o'clock Sun
dav morning, however. Bryce Cardi-
gan drove him down 10 the crossing.
! Rnck ngilvy wss already there with
his men, experimenting 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 10 the marshal.
There's your meat, marshal" he
announced. The marshal approached
and extended toward Sexton a copy
of the restraining order. The latter
struck it aside and refused to accept
it-whereupon the deputy marshal
tapped him on the shoulder with IT.
Tag! You're out of the game. my
friend" he said pleasantly.
AZ the document futtered to Sex
toms feet, the latter turned to Jules
Rondeau. ~ can no longer take
charge here, Rondeau." he explained.
Il am forbidden to interfere"
"Jule Rondeau can do re job the
wood boss replied easily. re law,
she have not restrain me. ! guess,
! me uursu. you aaS1aa' take dose theenss
away. Ell. Tsieur Cardigan. Myself,
! I lax see"
The deputy marshal handed Rom
deau a paper, at the same time show :
ing his badge. You're out, too, my
friend" he laughed. Don't be fool
isfi TO try to buck the Law. II yea do.
I shall have to place a nice little
pair of handouts on you and throw
you in 1aii--and II you resist arrest,
shall have to shoot you. have one
of these little restraining orders for
every able bodied man in Inc -:
guna Grande Lumber company's en-
pioy--thafks to Mr.. Ogilvy's fore
sight; 80 It Ii useless to try 70 beai
this game on a technicality."
Sexton. wlio still fingered made :
. gesture Or surrender. "Dismks your