Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1921-07-21
CHATTER v-cootInusd.


Then came q pun Of white smoke
and q report from one Of the More
land rifles, then shots from both sides
- and the battle was on. Dale heard
the nasty whine OF q bullet In full
fight; he heard the coarse "zzE" OF q
half-Spent ricOehet. He knew that he
was In some danger now, and he was
surprised to find that he was not
frightened
When he halted again 1t was on his
knees behind the big white sycamore
that sheltered John MOreland.
Back. are yer" frowned the noun
taineer. And with the grimmest hui
NOR II reckon ye had fine, large
time In Cincinnaty. Yore friend Har-
ris was well. hope. Git that money
from himr
''Cut that Out" said Bill Dale. ut
doesn't get us anywhere"
A bullet threw particles Of sycamore
bark to his face, interrupting. John
Moreland pointed to a green furrow in
the side Of the tree.
'Ben Llttleford hIsself," said More
land. Hes ahind o. that water oak
acrost thar. Don't stick yore head
out |"
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 l
She had crept up through the tall
grasses and weeds. In one hand she
carried a white flag made Of mans
handkerchief and willow switch. She
halted and sat up.
'Babe !" Dale cried out. ''What are
you doing hereT
Babe gave him pale smile. "Ef
pap'd shoot me. a-thinkin' ! was a
Moreland, mebbe it'd stop the ever
iastin' fightin'," she said.
John MoreIand stared. and Bin Dale
stared. They were in q Presence. and
they knew 1t. Babe went on:
i've come TO save all.o' yore lives;
but ct l do It. yen haf to make yore
men quit a-tlghtin' right NOVELIST or
der 'em to stop a-shootin', and hold
mp this here-and 1 promise ye on a
Littleford's word at papIl call ye
better man AN him cause We done
it,"
She tossed the white nag to him.
''The' amt no time to lose. John More
land; hold up the fagl HI ye don't,
yen every one be killed, cause ye're
every one In trap T.
Il don't believe ye. BaDei'' snapped
the Moreland chief. '.YOre people can
hold up q white rag Jest Is well as
We eanF
Babe went paler. There was q sud-
den burst Of firing from the Moreland
rifles. and she crept a little nearer TO
John Moreland In order that he might
hear plainly that which she had to tell
him next.
'I'm a-gOln' to tell ya o. this dam
GER abe said, ''and trust 70 you a-bein'
man enough to do what axed ye to.
Black Adam Bali. he's got q new-fash-
toned ride and smokeless cartridges
and steel bullets; ana in a few min
utes he'll be hid in a clum o. sassafras
back thar Ia yore meadow, whar he
means to set and pick on you More
lands one BY one-and you and BIN
Dale fnst, count o. the beatin's you
two put On himi But pap had nothin'
% DO with It. and Fickollect that Now
I've saved al o. yore lives, cause ye
couldn't be- heerd the sound O his rife
II al o this noise; and ye couldn't |
IA seed the smoke O his gun. cause |
Il don't make no srloke. Hold up the |
white lag. John Moreland- hurryl"
Babe thouehtlessIy arose to her feet,
and one side OF her brown head ap-
peared before the sights OF her father's
rifle her father hred quickly, too
quickly fcr 9 perfect aim-tho bullet
burned rs way acloss her temple and