American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-02-10

W OF them we're promptly lighted.
NOW, sir" said the old lawyer, Il
feel like talking. Let's see. you gave
your man Hayes orders to carry the
work right along as though nothing
had happened, didn't you? And the
sheriff is to go back the day after to-
morrow to arrest two or three Balls
and two or three Torreys, to see what
he can find out concerning the dyna-
hitting of the two buildings and the
trestle-today was not a good time to
make the arrests. Am | correct?"
Correct" nodded Dale.
Bradley regarded his cigar thought
fully.
Now" he said in a low tone, sud
denly lifting his gaze to the others
face, tell me about the thing that
brought you here. Don't omit even the
slightest detail. Nobody can oyerhear
you If you will hold your voice down.
These walls r very thick, you see.
Well, you may begin"
In carefully guarded tones, Bill
Dale gave a straightforward account
Of the whole unfortunate occurrence.
The major listened intently to every
word of 1t, so ~intently that he allowed
his cigar to go out. Often he stopped
his client and asked him to repeat GER
tain portions of the story in order
that he might be doubly sure of a
point.
AS Major Bradley rose to ask the
jailer TO come and let him out, Dale
muttered downheartedly:
'Tell me, major: what do you think
of my case? 1t looks rather bad,
doesn't it?"
mot bad enough to warrant your
feeling blue over it, my boyl" said
Bradley, showing his polished white
teeth In a smile that was meant to be
reassuring. 81 think wen get you out
Of 1t. Anyway, don't worry about it
Worry will kill a cat, they sayl You
didn't kill Adam Ball. John Moreland
had taught you how to shoot pretty
well and If you took even half as
careful an aim as you think you did,
you couldn't have missed Balls hat by
SO much.
81 have IN idea, Dale" he resumed,
that if we knew who fired that third
shot we'd know who did for Ball. 1t
might have been done in order to save
you. Ball was noted, / understand, as
an unfair and tricky fighter. He might
have been trying to trick you when
he rose and fell ~groaning. Perhaps he
| nnnonf fn d.a ~ f,fA the OAa, fhof
he might have a clean shot at you.
Eh2"
Dale shook his head goomily.
Hardly plausible, major. In that
event there was nothing against the
man whose bullet finished Ball, be-
cause he did it to save me; and he
would have owned to it and prevented
my arrest. A man who liked me well
enough to kill Ball to save my life
would like me we'll enough to confess
and ave me from suffering for it.
am sure Of that, major"
"Ah, my boy" smiled the older OF
the two, you don't yet know the noun.
tain heart. Jail is a terrible thing to
the liberty-loving mo~untaineer. But
love Of you, and love of f~air-dealing
will soon overcome the fear of jail
and you will be freed-if what
strongly suspect proves to be well
founded. I'll leave you now, Dale. III
see you in the morning, sir. Good
night"
When his optimistic attorney had
gone, Dale glanced once more at the
to him miserable line from Dante's
"Inferno," and began to remove his
outer clothing preparatory to going tC
bed. He did not feel anything like SC
confident concerning the outcome OF
his trial as Major Bradley evidently
felt. Then he became even more
detected, and he told himself that the
major had spoken so r~eassurlngly
merely TO help him keep up heart.
The night passed, and another bright
summer day dawned, and In the Car
tersville jail there was one prisoner
who had not slept at all. Each OF
those long and heavy black hours haC
been an age to this prisoner to whom
jail was so new.
AT noon q furious windstorm, &C
c%ompaDied by much vivid lightning
and binding rain, sprang out of the
west and began to sweep the country
side and out of the lowering wei gloon
there came n to deliver Bill Dale
He was q mountalneer, young and stall
and strong. and about him there
vas much of that certain English fine
ness that was 50 striking In his father
He entered the low, square building
of brick and stone and stopped In the
center of the corridor, where he stood
while water ran from his wet clothing
and gathered III little pools at his feet
ed TO his right and to his left
ae >a% him, and cried Out in sur
prise
"CalebP'
Caleb Moreland walked straight, his
head up and his shoulders back, 9
splendid picture of virile young man
hood, to the end of the corridor. He
gripped two of the doors hated bars
bars that had long been worn smooth
hv other human hands he nrQgSQd his