Cleveland County herald., 1921-08-04
CHAPTER V-Continued.

Then came a puff of white smoke and report from one of the More land rifles, then shots from both sides = and the battle was on. Dale heard the nasty whine of bullet in full flight; he heard the coarse .'zzz" of a Aalf-Spent ricochet. He knew that he was in some danger now, and he was surprised to find that he was not frightened.
 When he halted again it was on his knees behind the big white sycamore that sheltered John Moreland.
 Back, are yer" frowned the noun taineer. And with the grimmest hu- nor, Il reckon ye had fine, large time in Cineinnaty. Tore friend liar ris was well, l hope. Git that money from him?'
 Cut that out" said Bill Dale. Tt doesn't get us anywhere"
 A bullet threw particles of sycamore bark to his face, interrupting. John Morelaud pointed to a green furrow in the side of tie tree.
 Ben Littleford hisself," said More land. He's ahind O that water oak aerost thar. Don't stick yore head outp
 The mountaineer turned his gaze over Dale's shoulder, and his counte- nance seemed to freeze. Dale looked around quickly and saw Babe Little ford, less than ten feet behind him !! She had crept up through the tall ard weeds In non6 she carried a white flag made of a mans handkerchief and willow switch. She hated and sat up.
 "Babe!' Dale cried out. What are you doing here?'
 Babe gave him pale smile. Eff pap'd shoot me, a-thinkin' l was Moreland, mebbe it'd stop the ever lastin' tghtin," she said.
 John Moreland stared, and Bill Dale stared. They were in a Presence, and they knew it. Babe went on
 I've come to save all O yore lives; but eff l do 1t. yell haf to make yore men quit a-fghtin right now-jest or der 'em to stop a-Shootin', and hold up this hcre-And 1 promise ye on a Littleford's word at paprl call ye better man 'an him cause ye done it"
 She tossed the white flag to him. The ain't no time to lose, John More land; hold up the flag! Ef ye don't, yell every one be killed, cause we're every one iD trap '!
 'I don't believe ye, Babel" snapped the Moreiand chief. "Yore people can hold up white rag jest as we'll as we can. '"
 Babe went paler. There was sud den burst of firing from the Moreland rifles, and she crept little nearer to John Moreland in order that he might hear plainly that which she had to tell him next.
 Pm a-goin' to tell ye O this dan ger," she said, and trust to you a-bein man enough to do what 1 axed ye to. Black Adam Ball. he's got new-fash- toned rifle and smokeless cartridges and steel bullets; and in few min utes he'll be hid in clum O sassafras back thar in yore meadow, whar ne means to set and pick off you More lands ole by one--and you md Bill Dale fust, count O the tins you two put CT him But pap .,ad noth1n to do with 1t, and rickollect that! Now I've saved all O yore lives, cause ye couldn't ha' heerd the sound O his rifle in all C this noise; and ye couldn't ha' seed the smoke O his gun, cause 1t don't make no smoke Hold up the white flag. John Moreland-hurry" ]"
 Babe theughtlessly arose to her feet, and one side of her brown head ap- peared before the sights of her fathers rifie--her father fired quickly, too quickly for perfect ain-the bullet burned it's way across her temple and