The Pulaskian., 1921-10-06
CHAPTER xIi-continued.

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 robn Moreland turned up the light :. little. and cracked worn but time i, ioke; then he looked toward one
 Z, the men whom he had fought NtAyouchout many years, and muttered 4o his thick brown beard:
 Saul. friend, will ye do us the fla ,o, q axin' the blessin', eff ye pleaseY' aShore, John, O course" Saul Littleford, the very i1literate, laced his big fingers together across hfs plate, bent his head, and, told the kpood Almighty that they were all
 yery much obliged to Him for the fine Esuuper they had before them, for Ad- dIe Moreland who had cooked it, for peace, and for Bill Dale. I t was almost midnight when the skjsitors left. They had been sitting Outside, on the honeysuckle-scented
 tront porch and in the cabin yard. At last Bill Dale and John Moreland |Nere left together on the porch. There's a thing that has puzzled he since the moment got here this |Ryening," said Dale. "Why is it that nobody seems to be grieving over Laleb's being in jail?"
 The big hillman's answer came al- |Inost sharply: No Moreland ever |srieyed over a sacrifyce, Bill" Dale sat up straight. "A sacrifice :! #yhat do you mean?'
 This time the big hillman's answer |nme slowly. q mean at Gale he's Eetakin' all O the load off O yore Shoulders at he can. Gale he's a-takin' EBOre place in jail ontel the trial comes 'of, which'll be at the October term
 b cote. He trusts you to come back sDd set him free on the day o the #ral. O course you'll do it; we hain't Aeyer doubted that fo' one little min sHte, Bill. But it wasn't all done fo' |Fore sake. You're the hope O the eIorelands, and you can do heap Hnore here an Caleb can." He leaned toward Bill Dale and =vent on in a confidential tone: And can tell ye this here. ef &Ou're found guilty O killin' Adam HBall, and sentenced fo' even one year, Hhe Morelands and the Litt1efords is |Rgoin' to take ye from the officers and Burn ye loose with a good, long start EDn the law"
 Wouldn't that be rather" Dale broke off because he had seen
 he tall figure of a man appear in the |pen gateway. It was By Heck, and |le spoke.
 Hello, John Moreland!" Hello yeselfl" growled Moreland, |Fho was not at all pleased at the in- Eeruption.
 Heck advanced, carrying his rifle
 BY its muzzle. He halted with one Foot on the stone step.
 # I've got news fo' ye, Bill," he said, Reeognizing Dale even in the dark Fess. i've been a-eavesdrapptn' up Rt old Balls house, and had to choke Fboat ten dawgs to do it. Bill, old Roy, them Balls has done swore by on earth and in Heaven Rnd in Torment at they'll kill you ef ane law don't. Igod, ye'd better watch but Bill"
 T.i John Moreland rose from his chair.
 Much obIeeged to ye, By. And good Rlght to ye. Les go into the house, Plll l didn't think them d--d' pole Rats had that much narve-and don't Rardly believe it yit. It might ha' been #hlte Ticker a-talkin. Their kind O Ehte Ticker ain't hawnest, like By Pecks is, though his'n is bad enough. #nelr kind'll make a man resurrect ELS dead inemies out O the graveyard fad shoot 'em up all over again. It <lnt a-goin' to do a great deal O harm, P'l CT ye don't light no lamp when N go to bed. A man cain't never tell EsN what's a-goin' to happen" \ And the Ball-Torrey outfit" Dale Regan, when the Moreland chief cut in
 Ef the Ball-Torrey outfit posters Fly they're every one purity durned +pl to die with what is knowed gen'al-
 E'n this section as the rifie-hullet dis fase."