Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-01-14
Seeing him running away, tn,

A | ana nope anu purbueu nun. olidibn
T for the loading donkey at the dog
landing Bryce ran. Beside the donke
stood neat tier OF firewood; In tn
chopping block, where the donkey
fireman had driven 1t prior to aban
donlng his post TO view the confess
between Bryce and Jules Rondeau, was
doubIe-bltted axe. Bryce jerked II
loose, swung It, whirled on his pur-
suers. and rushed them. Like turkeys
scattering before the raid of a coyote
they fled in divers directions and from
safe distance turned to gaze ap-
prehensiyely upon this demon they
had been ordered to bring in.
Bryce lowered the axe, removed his
hat. and mopped his moist brow. From
the center Of the clearing men were
crawling or staggering to safety
with the exception of the Black
| Mlnorca, who lay moaning softly.
Colonel Pennington, seeing his fondest
hopes expire, lost his head completely.
Get of my property, you savage"
he shrilled.
Don't be a nut, Colonel" Bryce re-
turned soothingly. an get off-when
get good and ready, and not a second
sooner. In fact. l was trying to get
Off as rapidly as l could when you
sent your men to bring me back.
Prithee why, old thing? Didst crave
more conversation with me, or didst
want thy camp cleaned out?"
He started toward Pennington, who
backed hastily away. Shirley stood
her ground, bending upon Bryce, as he
approached her, cold and disapproy-
Ing glance. 'Tll get you yet" the
Colonel declared from the shelter of
an old stump behind which he had
aiken refuge.
Barking dogs never bite, Colonel.
And that reminds me: I've heard
nough from you. One more cheep
nut Of you, my friend. and I'll 60 up
o my logglng-camp, return here with
crew Of blnenoses and wild Irish and
un your wops, bohunks, and cholos
ut of the county. l don't fancy the
lass of labor you're importing into |
his county, anyhow"
The Colonel, evidently deciding that I
secretion was the better part of valor,
romptly subsidized, although Bryce
)uld see that he was mumbling threats
himself, though not in an audible
Dice.
The demon Cardigan halted beside Il
hirley and stood gazing down at her
@ was smiling at her whimsically.
he met his glance for a few seconds; |
en- her lids we're lowered and she bit I
II lip with vexation. Z
Shirley" he said. |
You are presumptuous," she qua =
red
You set me an example in presump-
m" he retOrted good humoredly.
I'D you not call me by my first name
minute ago?" The heir to Cardi- ne
ms redwoods bent over the girl. .n'
gu spoke to me-after your promise .h'
to, Shirley" he said gently. "You ne
Il always speak to me-" WI
She commenced to cry softly. 81 Ian
the you" she sobbed wa
For you l have the utmost respect ne
admiration" he replied. eve
NO. you haven't. If you had, you GUS
uldn't hurt my uncle-the only hu- "
n being in all this world who is can
If to me- the
Gosh! he murmured plaintively. tioI
n Jealous of that man. However 1t,
sorry hurt him. l give you my one
rd | came here to fight fairly" a h
lie merely tried to stop you from hin
ltlng." to
NO. he didn't, Shirley. He inter. avn
ed and fouled me. Still, despite me
t, If had known you were a spec hin
DR. | think l should have controlled per
self and refrained from pulling off hav
vengeance in your presence. 9th
IL never cease to regret that sub- con
led you to such distressing spec- suff
lie. l do hope, however, that Won owl
believe me when l tell you l am but
a bully, although when there Is n aga
{ worth while. never dodge it. to
this time l fought for the honor l W
ne Rouse or Cardigan" otiiC
II you want me to believe that, Won %
beg my uncle's pardon" ind
can't do that. He is my enemy a fl
l shall hate him forever; I shall T
him and his way of doing business INIT
4 ne reforms or 1 am exhausted" amt
You realize, Of course, what your mys
stence on that plan means, Mr.. Ron
iiganT day.
,all me Bryce" he pleaded. ava
n're going to call me that some dav doll
low, so why not start now?p ing
.ou are altogether lnsufferable Ron
Please so away and never pre. PROF
to address me again. You are bid
E impossible" ly q
shook his head 81 do not give earl
that readily, Shirley. didn't on
how dear-what your friendship III
NJ TO me, until you sent me away: ulr'
MT think there was any hope until I'M
warned me those dogs were hunt. eaiiy
me-and called mo pnr. +, "uu'- worn
out his hand. "'God gave us our uiscr
Ions" he quoted. but. thank God lie