Cheyenne Wells record., 1921-12-15
CHAPTER xi,-cort,nued.

CHAPTER xit-coNtinued.
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John Moreland turned up the light
. little. and cracked q worn but time
ly Joke; then he looked toward one
throughout many years, and muttered
into his thick brown beard:
"Saal. friend, will ye do us the IA
vOr o akin the blessin'. ef ye please7'
"ShOre. John. q course"
Saul Littieford, the very iliiterate,
laced his big fingers together across
his plate. bent his head. and told the
good Almighty that they were all
very much obliged to Him for the fine
supper they had before them. for Ad-
die 'Sforeiand who had cooked 1t, for
peace, aud for Bill Dale.
1t was almost midnight when the
vlaltOrs left. They had been sitting
outside. ON the honeysuckle-scented
frtAt porch and ln the cabin yard. At
last Bill Dale and John Moreland
were left together on the porch.
There's thing that has puzzled
me since the moment l got here this
evening" said Dale. "Why is 1t that
nobody seems to be grieving over
Caieb's being In jailf'
The big hillman's answer came al
aiost sharply: mo Moreland ever
gcieved over a sacrifyce. BILL"
Iss,e sat up straight. "A sacrifice!
What do you mean?"
l'hls time the big hiilman's answer
cs,ae slowly. II mean at Gale he's
a-takin' all O. the load of o yore
shoulders at he can. Gale he's a-takin'
yoIe place In jail ontel the trial comes
OF, which'N be at the October term
o. cote. He trusts you to come back
aud set him free on the day o the
trtal. O. course you'll do It; We hain't
never doubted that TO one little min
ute. Blli. But It wasn't all done TO
yore sake. You're the hope o the
Bloreiands. and you can do a heap
Imore here an Caleb can"
tie leaned toward Bill Dale and
went on In confidential tone:
"And I can tell ye this here. ef
you're found guilty o killin' Adam
HAIL. and sentenced To- even one year.
the Aiorelands and the Littleforis Is
s-Soin' to take ye from the officers and
tura We loose with q good, long start
on the law"
'Houidn't that be rather"
Dale broke on because he had seen
the tail figure of man appear In the
open gateway. 1t was BY Heck. and
h. spoke.
"tiel,o, John Moreland
"Heito yeself!" grOwled Moreland.
WHO was not at all pleased ut the in
terruption.
Heck advanced. carrying his rifle
by Its muzzle. He halted with one
foot on the stone step.
"l've got news TO ye, Blil." he said.
r,,cognixing Dale even in the dark
ness. ave been a-eavesdrnppln' up
u old Balls house. and had to choke
about ten dawgs to do 1t. Bill. old
hoy. them Balls has done swore by
everything on earth and In Heaven
aud In Torment at they'll kill you ef
the law don't. Igod, ye'd better watch
out, Bill."
John Moreland rose from his chair.
..sIueh obleeged to ye. BY. And good
night TO ye. Les 60 into the house.
Bl,r. /, didn't think them d---d pole
cats had that much narve-apd don't
hsriiy believe 1t yit.: 1t might ha' been
white ticker a-talkin. Their kind O.
Waite Ticker amt :i,awnest. like by
Hecii's Is. though his'n Is bad enough.
THEIR kInd'll make man resurrect
hls dead inemies out O. the graveyard
aud shoot 'em up d1l over again. 1t
a,at a-goin' to do great deal o harm.
lsiH. ef We don't light no lamp when
ye go to bed. A man CANT never tell
jea. what's a-goln, to happen"
".And the Ball-Torrey outfit" Dale
began. when the Moreland chief cut in:
"Ef the Ball-Torrey outfit pesters
yeu. they're every one purity burned
apt to die with what Is knowed genial
liz In this section as the rifie-buliet dis