Vernon Parish Democrat., 1921-08-18


the lesson Of standing still, because
HIS olive-drab sporting clothes blended
softly with the colored leaves, Grams
ton did not detect him. he turned
and strobe on down the trail.
He didn't move quite like a man
with innocent purposes. There was
something stealthy, something sinister
In his stride, and the way he kept
such a sharp lookout ia all directions.
1st e never glanced to the trail for
deer tracks, as he would have done
had he been hunting. Without even
waiting to mediate on the matter,
Dan started to shadow him.
Before one hundred yards had been
traversed, he could better understand
the Joy the cougar takes In his hunt
ing. 1t was the same process-a eau
tiOus, silent advance In the trail Of
prey. He had to walk with the same
caution, he had to take advantage Of
the thickets. He began to feel curl
GUS excitement.
Cranston seemed to be moving more
carefully now, examining the brush
along the trail. Now and then he
glanced up at the tree tops. And all
at once he stopped and knelt in the
dry shrubbery.
At first all that Dan could see was
the glitter Of a knife blade. Grams
ton seemed to be whiting a piece of
dead pine into fine shavings. Now
he was gathering pine needles and
small twigs, making little pile of
them. And then, just as Cranston
drew his match, Dan saw his purpose.
Cranston was at his old trade-set-
ting a forest fire.
For two very good reasons, Dan
didn't call to him at once. The two
reasons were that Cranston had rifle
and that Dan was unarmed. It might
be extremely likely that Cranston
would choose the most plausible and
effective means Of preventing an inter-
ruption Of his crime, and by the same
token, prevent word of the crime ever
reaching the authorities. The rifle
contained FIVE cartridges and only one
was needed.
But the idea of backing out, unseen,
never even occurred to Dan. The fire
would have a tremendous headway be-
fore he could summon help. Although
it was near the lookout station, every
condition pointed to a disastrous fire.
The brush was dry as tinder, not so
heavy as to choke the wind but yet
tall enough to carry the flame into
the tree tops. The stiff breeze up the
ridge would certainly carry the fame
for miles through the parched Divide
before help could come. In the mean
time stock and lives and homes would
be endangered, besides the irreparable
loss Of timber. There were many
things that Dan might do, but giving
up was not one Of them.
After all, he did the wisest thing of
all. He simply came out in plain sight
and unconcernedly walked down the
trail toward Cranston. At the same
instant, the latter struck his match.
As Dan was no longer stalking,
Cranston Immediately heard his step,
He whirled, recognized Dan, and for
one long instant in which the world
seemed to have time in plenty to make
u CUulplGLG IGNOluLAOLs uC SlOOu per
fectly motionless. The match fiared in
his dark fingers, his eyes-full of sin
gular conjecturing-res on Dams
face. No instant of the latter's life
had ever been fraught with greater
peril. He understood perfectly what
was going on in CranstOn's mind The
fire-fend was calmly deciding whether
l.. - a
One required no more moral courage
than the other. 1t really didn't make
a great deal Of difference to Cranston
But he decided that the killing was
not worth the cartridge. The other
course was too easy. He did not even
dream that Dan had been shadowing
him and had seen his intention. He
would have laughed at the idea that 9
"tenderfOOt" could thus walk behind
him, unheard Without concern, he
scattered with his foot the little hear
Of kindling, and slipping his pipe intC
his mouth, he touched the flarlnl
match to it. It was a wholly admir-
able little piece Of acting, and would
have deceived any one who had no
seen his previous preparations. TheI
; he walked on down the trail toward
} Dan.
: Dan stopped and lighted his OWL
, pipe. 1t was a curious little truce
And then he leaned back against tn,
great gray trunk Of fallen tree.
: 'Wen, Cranston," he said civiliy
!, The men had met on previous oc
: casions, and always there had beer
= the same invisible war between them
e "HOw do you do, Falling" CranstOl
Y replied. No perceptions could be ST
e blunt as to miss the premedftated in
: suit in the tone. He didn't speak II
his own tongue at all, the short, gut
e tural "Howdy'' that is the greeting
s Of the mountain men. He pronounce'
a all the words with an exaggerated pre-
Y cision, an unmistakable mockery o