Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1922-07-21

Il never saw them before, sir" said
the old man. II guess they amt from Il
these parts, from the looks and the
ways Of en-
There's a 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 10 Molly. "Any- |
way. wen start bright and early he ;
said. ~ suppose We'll have 10 have I
those fellows company MS far rs Clay Y
ton. But | wonder" He paused. Il 8
wonder whether Joe would forgive me ]
for leaving him in the hands Of
strangers for a while, If II were for
Kittyg" he unused.
The two policemen came In, looking
surly and uncommuniCative MS ever,
After a hurried meal, eaten almost in
silence, Molly said goodnight to VIII
ton and went into the caretakers
room. As the door closed behind her
Wilton saw the two men look after
her. The constable whispered some
thlng 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 WI
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 huSktes.
"You fellows had better come into
the shack" he said, 'unIess you want
to freeze"
panillon refused. "Thcm d-n dogs
will fight each other" he said, "lf we
don't stay here"
Just as you like" said Wilton.
n was not unusual for rival teams
! Of huskies to attack each other out
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 proJecuh9'
hut he was utterly worn out, ana lei
| asleep before he was aware or IT,
| When he opened his eyes 1t was al
A ready dawn, The policemen were
4 dressed and standing outside the
shack conversing In low tones. An
n dersen was peeling potatoes for break
n fast. Wilton heard Molly moving with
= in the room, and his doubts fell from
him. He had been upset by the sur'l'
ness of the two men; he had had vague
s1spicions not justified In fact. ht
determined to put his proposal u
them.
he He walked over to the sergeant, wht
- was Just re-enterlng the snack VIII
his companion.
i'd 81 suppose you fellows are thinking
he Of starting at once, after breakfast
&c he suggested.
The sergeant looked him up ant
he down. THAT'S about the size OF It,
he growled. Got any objectionT
ow Wilton resolutely ignored the nj
be- front.
'Tye got important business In Clay
me ton, affecting Mr.. Bostock's interests,
the he said. at is very Important that hi
les death should not be known there unit
to midday tomorrow"
The constable, who was Ieanin
IN. against the door-post, chewing the en-
ed. Of n twig, started slightly. Peter
us fixed Wilton with his crooked stare.
an "Rather a nervy thing to propos'
ing Mr.. Carruthers = he sneered.
"Maybe. but It's a business matte
ser affecting Mr.. BostOck's wife said WI
Who ton, loathlng himself for making IN
his request. but nerving himself to do
he by the thought Of Kitty. "1f the ne"
Of his death reaches Clayton befol
aid the time I've mentioned, some Poop
who are antagonistic to Mr.. Bostock
interests will jump at the chance
turn it to account. 1t will mean
he heavy loss TO Mrs. Bostock. You
sive come n long way, and you could qul
reasonably wait till afternoon on q
not count Of the dogs. That will bring "
for in before moor tomorrow. And-if y
can see your way to 1t, you W "oi
Mol be the losers"
had The sergeant eyed him more ms
side leDtly than ever. $50 that's the pI
gram. is ltf" he answered. "WeIi, ke
ding your mind easy. The news won't
pa. known in Clayton tonight, nor tom
hem, row neither. We amt going to CIi
been ton"
ser. you're not, eh7 Then where !
devil are you going" cried wilt
nettled almost beyond endurance
the mans demeanor.
toes. "We're taking Joe BostockS DC
back to the Pas retorted the
.ssed geant. 'That's what we come h
was for"
han. "The Pas? This Isn't in the
sir" jurisdiction -
arm. at amt, Ell? Perhaps It's in yo'
the them"
q "See here" cried Wilton In eN
Put neration, clayton has its own po
,fIton detachment, as you know perfe'
well. Your route doesn't lie In
line direction. Joe Bostock's homes III
with. He's going to be buried there. And
body isn't going 10 be dragged
lo,k +ba country hN