The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1921-10-27

NJ m piuInb fool enough to civ
my fnd away 70 noinin'7 / been nor
all O. my life, ndsterl"
How am TO know" frowned Dali
That you've really got a findY-
Is'd believe yore own two eve.
wouldn't YER ~
Yes" Dale agreed, "rd believe m
own two eyes, Of course. What's you
name, and where are you fromY'
what do ] git outen lti | don
own the mountain It's in, but II shor,
can be bought 70 fifteen cents a acre
And nobody knc%s about il but les
me. q II lays closer TO the railroad ar
this here So-eian5 vein. too. Wbat
do ! go onten II, i..isferY,
The fiountaiDeer seemed more hon
est Than ever, but Dale was stlll O,
his guard. He asked again:
"What's your name. and where are
you fromf"
Tbs tine the answer came readily
NJ name IFS walr Turner. and I'm
from Turner's Laurel Madison county.
state O. Nawth Ca'hner. But NV find
II amt nowiiars clost 10 home. 'Talnt
no more'n about two hours O. walkin'
from right here, mister Ef you'd lest
up and 20 along WI me. I'd show Il to
ye."
Dale considered. There might be n
considerable vein OF this new coal.
Even II he was sent 10 the state nepI.
tentiary for term of years. Hayes
was entirely capable OF carrying on the
mining operations.
I'D like to take my mining man.
Hayes"
Mo- quickly objected Walt Tur.
ner. IL don't want nobody else 10
know whar it's at but jest you and
me. That away. We see. ef I'm treated
crooked III know edzactly who done IL
and III shore git yoUl But heerd
ter ~ you was pow'ful square, mis-
ter"
fan?"
Turner's eyes lighted. "Shorel"
Then lead the way" ordered Dale.
Walt Turner from Turner's Laurel.
Madison county. state OF North Caro-.
linn, crossed the little creek on stones
and went straight to the northeast
missing The Bali settlement by a good
mile, and hard on his heels followed
the Moreland Coal company's stalwart
general manager.
lhe way was exceedingly rough. |
The two men climbed rugged cliffs. |
threaded dense thickets of great laurel.
mountain laurel, sheep laurel. and |
hncSleberry bushes. They were one
hour In u stretch OF woods where the
nemlocks, poplars and hickorles stood
30 thlckly that the interlaclng branches
overhead shut out completely the light
)f the sun and half the light OF day.
rearing a panther, or a wildcat. Dale
sept his revolver loosened and ready in
Is holster. Walt Turner armed him
'eu with long staff-for snakes, he
aid; and then he proved II by killing
rattier that had eight rattles TO its
all.
But they Travelled rapidly. notwith.
tanding the fact that the going was
and two hours after the be-
inning Of the little journey Dale saw
efore him a small and almost circular.
evel-bottomed basin walled in by low
inns. A small creek ran through this
asin and made two easy ways of en-
rance. In the hollow they saw clumps
laurel and huckleberry bushes, and
ma grasses knee-high: toward the
enter stood a solitary big and gnarled
lack walnut tree.
They entered at the point at which
he creek ran in, and went TO the wal
ut tree. There Turner halted and .
iced Bill Dale with a peculiar CLINT
his eyes. Dale was looking at the .
lgged walls of stone, and at the '
lick green forest that rose above
lem; he was marveling. as only S
ue lover Of beauty can marvel, at e
e wonderful grandeur of 1t all. O
Walt Turner, OF Turner's Laurel.
'ened his slit OF mouth and spake. b
Here's the kitty"
Dale was brought out OF his en-
yment most rudely. From behind 1
jumps OF laurel and huckleberry
lshes, from the tall grasses, from i
erywhere--lt seemed from nowhere Il
there sprang dozens OF Balls and o
'rreys with rifles in their hands p
u Dale had walked, as gently as a "
iten, straight into trap. IL
His right hand moved toward the NJ
It OF his revolver, then dropped OF
his side. II was foolish, worse q'
an useless. 10 show fight; dozens W
rifles were staring at him with their gr
'wning, mnrderous eyes, and their dl
lets would riddle him II he showed W
ht He glanced toward Walt Tur- III
+, kinsmaD OF the Balls. In
Turner was laughing openly. pore OF
lie Kitty" ge
III ever ! have the chance" NUT
ed Bill Dale, I'm thrash you for
$ cute little joke OF yours" pr
You won't never have the chanst." an
ghed Walt Turner. at
The Balls and the Torreys began br
close In on all sides, and a solid an
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