American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-02-03

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coal at any price, and the sooner Vol
get yourself out OF this country this
better and safer it will be for YOU
no be plain, I'm pretty apt to thrash
you the very next time l see you. Now
move on I"
Golf wen off laughing wickedly.
"Oh, all right, Dale; go ahead and
build the little road for me |" he said.
Late that night every sleeper in the
valley of the Doe was awakened by a
great rumbling explosion, which was
followed almost Immediately by an
other great, rumbling explosion. Be
fore the r~everberations had died
away, Bill Dale had dressed himself
a was standing on the vine-hung
front porch, and he was only a few
seconds ahead of John Moreland.
hen there came the tearing sound
Of a heavy explosion miles to the east
ward.
DO We know what 1t is2' inquired
the mountaineer.
They've stolen our dynamite from
the tobacco-barn, and blown up the Of
ice and supplies building and the COM
missary building; also they've blown
up the big trestle neal the siding"
Dale answered.
"'At's my guess, too" said More
land.
Within the mex half hour Dale and
Hayes, Major Bradley, and the men
folk of the Morelands and the Little
fords had gathered around the wreck
OF the two big, unfinished frame build
ings. Dale blamed himself much for
having left dynamite unguarded in tbs
tobacco-barn-but nobody else blamed
him for it.
ITS time to let the law In" he said
when he had viewed the jumbled mass
Of broken planks and timbers by the
light of lanterns. He turned to stall
wart Luke Moreland.
"You get on my horse and ride to
Gainesville for the sheriff. Tell him
he can get the best posse In the world
right here, If he needs one. It's the
proper thing, isn't 1t, major?"
Eyes," said Major Bradley, tits the
proper thing. You've got a real griev-
ance now. But I fancy Goff had moth
ing to do with this; he is shrewd
enough to know that a thing like this
would cook his goose. Goff has been
playing a bluff game all along, you
know. Some Balls or some Torreys,
perhaps a mixture of both, have lone
this without Goff's knowing anything
about 1T. I'd have Sheriff Flowers ar
rest several Of the Balls and several
of the Torreys, and try to scare them
into turning states evidence 10 save
themselves"
The major finished In a low tone,
because of the probability for caves
choppers, and in this he was wise.
Wen do that" Dale decided.
He faced Hayes, his right5hand man,
and began to give orders like a vet
eran general manager. The men were
to take their rifles with them ITO work
In the morning, but they were to fire
no shot unless it was In defense Of
life or property. In the morning every
available wagon in the valley was to
be sent to the little sawmill that was
NA OpCldIlOn LCA InlAEb tOWhIu UIkC 1OM~
land for more building material.
BY Heck Joined them then. He
guessed just what had happened,
plucked at DaIe's sleeve and whis-
pered:
"SpOsen / takes a sneak or two to-
ward them lowdOwn, wa1nut-eyed,
~kBock-kneed, dadbIamed Balls and
mo~roxo apd And. o,,A xubak a .oo1 End
out; hey, BiIl?"
The answer came readily: '+Sure,
you be detective. But be careful that
you don't lose anything for as, "
know, if you don't gain anything"
By Heck and his rifle disappeared
In. the darkness of the mountain night.
A little after work-time that day,
Bill Dale started alone on the way of
the narrow-gauge railroad for the sid.
ing. He wished to see for himself Just
what the damage had been to the
trestle, and he hoped to meet Gof, or
a Ball, or a Torrey, and learn some
thing that would be to his advantage.
Before he had covered two miles, he
had seen two of the enemy skuIking
III OuSb lhC WOOuoI anu ne lCNOBniLCu
them for TOrreys from Jerusalem
Cove and Hatton's He'll; be knew II
by their very swarthy skin, their high
cheekbones and their coarse black
hair, the ~outcroppings of the Cherokee
Indian blood in them. They looked
cunning and wicked. Dale loosened
in its holster the big revolver that
Major Bradley had persuaded him to
carry for his own protection. John
Moreland had taught him how to use
firearms.
AT a, point near where the little
stream that flowed past the Halfway
switch emptied into Doc river, where
!. Doe river turned almost squarely to
the Left, Dale halted abruptly. He had
seen a man dart behind a scgubby oak
some thirty yards ahead of him; quite :
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