The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1921-04-28

and strobe on down the trail.
He didn't move quite like a man
with innocent purposes. There was
something stealthy, something sinister
in his stride, and the way he kept
such a sharp lookout in all directions.
Yet he never glanced TO the trail for
deer tracks, as he would have done
had he been hunting. Without eyen
waiting TO mediate on the matter,
Dan started TO shadow him.
Before one hundred yards had been
traversed, he could better understand
the JOY the cougar takes In his hunt
ing. II was the same process-a eau
tious, silent advance In the trail OF
prey. He had to walk with the same
caution. he had to take advantage &
the thickets. He began to feel a curl
Gus excitement.
Cranston seemed to be moving more
carefully now examining the brush
along the trail. Now and then he
glanced up at the tree tops. And all
at once he stopped and knelt In the
dry s%brubbery.
At first all that Dan could see WAC
the glitter OF a knife blade. Grams
ton seemed TO be whiting a piece OF
dead pine into fine shavings. Now
he was gathering pine needles and
small twigs, making a little pile of
them. And then. just as Cranston
drew his match, Dan saw his purpose.
Cranston was at his old trade-set-
ting a forest fire.
For two very good reasons, Dan
didn't call TO him az beg G'ne two
reasons were that Crahston had a rife
and that Dan was unarmed. 1t might
be extremely likely that Cranston
would choose the most plausible and
effective means OF preventing an inter
ruption Of his crime, and by the same
token, prevent word of the crime eve
reaching the authorities. The rifle
contained five cartridges, and only n
was needed.
But the idea of backing out, unseen,
never even occurred to Dan. The fire
would have a tremendous Roadway be-
fore he could summon help. Although
IL was near the lookout station, every
condition, pointed to a disastrous fire.
heavy as TO choke the wind, but yet
tall enough to carry the flame into
the tree tops. The stiff breeze up the
ridge would certainly carry the flame
for miles through the parched Divide
before help could come. In the mean
time stock and lives and homes would
be endangered, besides the i%rreparable
loss of timber. There were many
things that Dan might do, but giving
up was not one of them.
After all, he did he, wisest thing Of
all. He simply came out in plain sight
and unconcerneciy walked down the
trail toward Cranston. At the same
instant. the latter struck his match.
/ AS Dan was no longer stalking,
Cranston Immediately heard his step.
He whirled, recognized Dan. and for
one long instant in which the world
a complete revolution, he stood per-
fectly motionless. The match flared In
his dark fingers, his eyes-full OF sim
gular OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES on Dams
face. No instant Of the latter's life
had ever beln fraught with greater
peril. He understood perfectly what
was going on in Cranston's mind. The
fire-fend was calmly deciding whether
TO shoot or whether TO bluff II out.
One required no more moral courage
than the other. II really didn't make
q great deal Of difference TO Cranston.
But he decided that the killing was
not worth the cartridge. The other
course was too easy. He did not even
dream that Dan had beer ~shadowing
him and had seer his intention. He
would have laughed at the idea that a
"tenderfoot" could thus walk behind
him, unheard. Without concern. he
scattered with his foot the little heap
of kindiing, and slipping his pipe into
his mouth. he touched the fiaring
match to>it. 1t was a wholly admir-
able little piece of acting, and would
have deceived any one who had not
seen his previous pr. arations. Then
he walked on down the trail toward
LDan.
Dan stopped and lighted his own
pipe. II was a curious little truce.
And then he leaned back against the
great gray trunk Of a fallen tree.
swell, Cransfon," he said civiliy.
The men had met on previous oc-
%casions. and always there had been
the same invisible war between them.
"How do you do, Failing" Cranston
replied. No perceptions could be so
blunt as TO miss the ~premeditated in
suit In the tone. He didn't speak In
his own tongue ut all. the short, gut
tural "Howdy" that Is the greeting
of the mountain men. He pronounced
all the words with an exaggerated pre-
cision. an unmistakable mockery of
Dams own tone. In his accent he
threw a tone of sickly sweetness. and
his inference was all too plain. He
was simply calling Failing a milksop
and a ~white-liver; just as plainly as
II he had used the words.
The eyes Of the two men met.
Cranston's lips were slightly curled in
an unmisfakable leer. Dams were