Licking Valley courier., 1921-09-22
THE CLAN CALL.
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get 1t from me |"

get 1t from me"
II don't want 1t from you"
Dale turned and went on. He was
sorry that he had stopped to talk with
the fellow.
That afternoon he again met Goff
in the trail. The bare sight of the
shyster made him very angry now, and
his right hand fell upon the butt of
the big revolver on his hip. Goff was
about to sidestep in the laurels, when
Dale caught him roughly by the arm.
"See here" he said sharply, "you've
about cut your little swath. We've
had enough of you. You can't get this
coal at any price, and the sooner you
get yourself out Of this country the
better and safer II will be for you.
To be plain. I'm pretty apt to thrash
you the very next time see you. Now
move onW
Goff went OF laughing wickedly.
"Oh, all right, Dale; go ahead and
build the little road for me |" he said.
Late that night every sleeper in the
valley of the Doe was awakened by
great rumbling explosion, which was
followed almost Immediately by an.
other great, rumbllng explosion. Be
fore the reverberations had died
away, Bill Dale had dressed himself
and was standing on the vlne-hung
front porch, and he was only a few
seconds ahead Of John Moreland.
Then there came the tearing sound
Of a heavy explosion miles to the east.
ward.
do We know what It Isl" inquired
the mountaineer.
"They'ye stolen our dynamite from
the tobacco-barn, and blown up the Of
fee and supplies building and the com.
mlssary building; also they've blown
up the big trestle near the siding"
Dale answered.
"'At's my guess, too" said More
land.
Within the next half hour Dale and
Hayes, Major Bradley, and the men
folk of the Morelands and the Little
fords had gathered around the wreck
OF the two big, unfinished frame build
lngs, Dale blamed himself much for
having left dynamite unguarded in the
tobacco-barn-but nobody else blamed
him for 1t.
TITS time to let the law ln," he said
when he had viewed the jumbled mass
OF broken planks and tlmbers by the
light Of lanterns. He turned to stal.
wart Luke Moreland.
you get on my horse and ride to
Cartersvllle for the sheriff. Tell him
he can get the best posse In the world
right here, II he needs one. It's the
proper thing, Isn't It, major2"
"Yes," said Major Bradley, "lt's the
proper thing. You've got real grlev.
ance now. But fancy Con had moth
Ing TO do with this; he Is shrewd
enough to know that thing like this
would cook his goose. Con has been
playing blum game all along, you
know. Some Balls or some Torreys,
perhaps n mixture of both, have done
this without Gof's knowing anything
about II, I'd have Sheriff Flowers ar
rest several OF the Balls and several
of the Torreys, and try to scare them
into turning states evidence TO save
themselves"
The major finished In low tone,
because Of the probability for caves.
droppers. and In this he was wise.
'"We'll do that" Dale decided.
He faced Hayes, his rlght.hand man,
and began to give orders like vet
eran general manager. The men were
TO take their rifles with them to work
In the morning, but they were to fire
no shot unless II was In defense OF
life or property. In the morning every
available wagon In the valley was tC
be sent to the little sawmlll that was
In operation ten miles toward the low
land for more building material.
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