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


John Moreland turned up the light
little ana cracked n worn but time
ly joke; then he looked toward one
OF the men whom he had fought
Throughout many years. and muttered
Into his thick brown beard:
saul, friend, viii We do us the IA.
'or O. akin the blessIn'. ef ye please =
Shore John, o. course
Saul Littleford the very nliterate,
laced his big fingers together across
his pla.e, bent his head, and told the
good Almighty that they were all
very much obliged TO Him for the hne
supper they had before them, for Ad-
die Moreland who had cooked il. for
peace, and for Bfl Dale.
II was almost midnight when the
visitors left. They had been sitting
outside. on the honeysuckle-scented
front porch and IN tie cabin yard. At
last Bill Dale and John Moreland
were left together on tht orch.
There's a thing that mas puzzled
me since the moment ! got here this
evening said Dale. "why is q that
nobody seems 10 be grieying over
Caleb's being in jallY
The big hillman's answer came al
most sharply: "No Moreland ever
grieved over sacrifyce, BILL"
Dale sat up straight. "A sacrifice
What do you meanl'
This time the big hIllman's answer
came slowly. 81 mean at Gale he's
a-takin' all o. the load OF o. yore
shoulders at he can. Gale he's a-takin'
yore place In Jail ontel the trial comes
on, which'll be a; the October term
q cote. He trusts you to come back |
and set him free on the day O. the |
trial. o. course you'll do Il +; we haln't |
never doubted that TO one little min. |
ute, Bill. But II wasn't all done 70 |
yore sake. You're the hone O. the |
Morelands, end you can do a heap |
more here an Caleb can"
He leaned toward Bin Dale and
went on In a confidential tone:
And l can tell ye this here. ef
you're found guilty O. KILN Adam
Ball, and sentenced fo' even one year,
the MorelaDds and the Llttlefords is
a-goin' TO take ye from the officers and
turn ye loose with a good, long start
on the law"
Wouldn't that be rather"
Dale broke on because he had seen
the tall figure OF a man appear In the
open gateway. II was BY Heck, and
he spoke.
Hello. John Morelandi"
Hello yeselfi" growled Moreland.
who was not at all pleased at the In
terruptlon.
Heck advanced. carrying his rife
by Its muzzle. He halted with one
foot on the stone step.
I've got news TO ye, Bill" he said,
recognizing Dale even In the dark.
ness "lve been a-eay yesdrappin' up
n old Balls house, ant had to choke
about ten dawgs 10 do II. Bill. old
boy, them Balls has done swore b.
on earth and IN Heaven
md In Torment at they'll kill you ef
he law don't. Igod. ye'd better watch
,ut, Bnl.p
John Moreland rose from his chair.
Much obleegei 20 ye, by. And good.
light TO ye. Les go into the house,
III. I didn't think them d--d pole
ats had that much narve-and don't
ardly believe II ylt, II might hn' been
White licker a-talkin. Their kind O.
'hite llcker amt hawnest, like by
ieck's Is, though his'n is bad enough. \
heir kind'n make a man resurrect H
Is dead inemies out o. the graveyard Il
nd shoot 'em up all over again. 1t Y
Int a-goin' TO do great deal o. harm, h
VII. ef ye don't light no lamp when
e so TO bed, A man cnin't never tell
ST what's n-goln' TO happen"
"And the Ball-Torrey outfit" Dale
tgan, when the Moreland chief cut in M
"Ef the Ball-Torrey OUTFIT posters h
ou, they're every one purity burned NJ
pt to die with what is knowed genial y
In this section as the rine.bul dis a.,
lse."