Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-07-29

There's new lot come up from
Yorkton lately. Maybe they shifted
these to the Pas when they sent some
of the Pas men on to Clayton" Wilton
reflected. He turned to Molly. ANY
way, we'll start bright and early" he
said. II suppose Wen have to have
those fellows company as far as Clay
ton. But wonder" He paused II
wonder whether Joe would forgive me
| for leaving him In the hands OF
strangers for while, II 1t were for
Kitty?" he unused.
The two policemen came In. looking
] surly and uncommunicative as ever.
After hurried meal, eaten almost In
silence, Molly said goodnight to Will
| ton and went into the caretaker's
room. AS the door closed behind her
| Wilton saw. the two men look after
her. The constable whispered SOME
| thing to the sergeant, and both
| chuckled.
Wilton's blood was boiling, but he
controlled himself This was for Kitty.
| and his debt to Joe,
The policemen prepared to lie down.
| Andersen was already snoring upon
the floor, The half-hreeds, however.
had not come In. and Wilton, going to
the stables, found them curled up
among the huskies.
"You fellows had better come into
the shack" he said, unless you want
to freeze"
papillon refused. "Them d--n dogs
will fight each other. he said, III wa
don't stay here"
"Just us you like" said Wilton.
1t was not unusual for rival teams
| of huslsies to attack each other, but
such antipathy generally developed
from the first, and the dogs seemed
contented enough. He went back to
the shack and lay down, turning over
In his mind what he was projecting.
hut he was utterly worn out. and fell
| asleep before he was aware Of 1t.
When he opened his eyes 1t was al.
ready dawn. The policemen were
dressed and, standing outside the
shack. conversiRg In low tones. An
dersen was peeling potatoes for break
fast. Wilton heard Molly moving With
/ In the room, and his doubts fell from
him. He had been upset by the surlis
ness OF the two men; he had had vague
suspicious not justified In fact. He
determined TO put his proposal to
them.
He walked over to the sergeant, who
was just re.entering the shack With
bis companion.
II suppose you fellows are thinking
OF starting at once, after breakfast"
he suggested.
The sergeant looked him up and
down. .Thats about the size OF It."
he growled SCOT any objectiong"
Wilton resolutely ignored the at
front
'T've got important business In Clay
ton, affecting Mr.. Bostock's interests
he said. ut Is very important that his
death should not be known there until
midday tomorrow"
The constable, who was leaning
against the door-post. chewing the end
OF O twig. started slightly. Peters
fixed Wilton with his crooked stars,
| Rather nervy thing to propose,
Mr. Carruthersr' he sneered.
Maybe. but It's a business Katter
affecting MFR. Bostock's wife," saia Will
ton, loathing himself for mnkiog the
request, but nerving himself 10 do so
by the thought OF Kitty. III the news
of his death reaches CIaytGa before
the time I've mentioned, soiae people
who are antagonistic to Mfr Bostock's
interests will jump at the chance to
turn II to account. II VIII mean q
heavy loss to Mrs. B0st ,ck. You've
come long way, and yoa could quite
reasonably wait tiil afternoon on &C.
count Of the dogs. That will bring you
In before noon tomorrow. And--if you
can see your way to II, you two won't
be the losers"
The sergeant eyed him more inso-
lcntly than ever. IS that's the pro-
gram, liz IN" he ansy cred "Well, keep
your mind easy. The news won't be
known In Clayton tonight. nor tom0r~
row neither. We tin't going TO Clay
ton"
you're not. ehs Then where the
devil are you geingy cried Wilton.
nettled almost beyond endurance at
the mans demean,r.
"were taking Joe Bostock's body
back 10 the Pat" retorted the SER
geant "That's what we come here
for"
"The Pasf This isn't 10 the Pas
Jurisdiction r
"It Amt, ehi Perhaps It's In yours.
them"
"see here" en- ed Wilton in exns+
peration, "Ciaytoa has Its own police
detachment. as you know perfectly
well. Your routs doesn't lie In this
direction. Joe Boitock's homes there.
He's going to be buried there. And his
body isn't going to be dragged hers
and there about the country by n
couple OF fool policemen. III make
things pretty warm for Won II Won try
any game like that
I'LL "keep your hands up, both o.
Ill you. Give me the revolver. L