St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-01-14

| Cousin 1ercy-had correspondent with
! whoever was representing the robber
| syndicate, and by this means the plot
ters had learned that they would now
have to reckon with an heir. How
| Fullerton came to be employed BY
| them almost at the instant Of his re-
| turn from South America we did not
| know but we could easily understand
| that with the new complication which
| had risen by reason Of Grandfather
Jasper's DEATH 1t was highly neces-
| sary for some emissary of the syndi-
cate to get on the ground quickly, pre-
| pared to forestall by purchase, guile,
| or, In the last resort by force, any at
tempt Of the Dudley heirs to pry into
| things they were not to be permitted
| to know.
The pushing Of the fight for possess
sion to the final and property-destroy-
| Ing extremity was another matter that
| Beasley was able to explain.
Eye see, it was a case O. fish r cut
bait, and do it quick" the marshal ex-
planned. IF he could run you folks
out, pront0, and get possession afore
| anybody come along to ask a lot o.
pinted questions, he stood about one
| chance in a dozen to lie out Of it
some way. If you-all got killed in the
scrimmage he'd scatter his men in the
woods and try to make me b'lieve that
you'd got done up trying to run him
off"
"Would you have believed him?" I
| asked. glinnng across the table at
nea>ley.
1T q a-hteu Il question Of yee-ricity,
as the court says; with maybe you
| and Eli TWomhly too dead to testify"
AT this, Daddy. who had been eat
ing like man half-starved, put in
his word.
Il reckon you can't get at them
galoots higher up, Stannie, but If you
don't shove Charley Fullerton just
about as far as the law IL allow, I'm
goin to call We a gutter"
At that moment Jeanne had just
brought in another heaping plate Of
| the luscious corn cakes, and I was
looking at her when replied.
We'll see about the showing bit
! later Daddy. The first thing to do
Is to put the old Cinnabar In shape to
| shell us out some money I'm broke,
you know"
When l made this admission, Beas-
ley, the last man in the world from
whom help could come, should have
said. looked me squarely in the eyes.
"Stannie Broughton-if that's your
name-you amt so dad-blamed crazy
as you look and act" he remarked.
Moneys what talks. Are you aifnin'
to swing onto this thing with your own
hands for keeps, mean not to sell
it out to the first set O. mimi sharps
that comes along?"
'Sure !-you said 1t; I'm going to
keep it and work it-after I get out
of the jail where you're going to
land me for pinching that inspection
car and getting it smashed. Why
else did start out blindfolded to hunt
for girl, a horse and dog?"
He let the latter half of my reply
go without comment; charging it up
to some last lingering remains of the
craziness, perhaps.
"Well, let's see about where you'd
crack your whip first" he Invited.
"That part Of it is easy I laughed.
"What I don't know about the prac-
teal end of the mining job would load
a wagon. I'll pitch out and hunt me
up real, for-sure miner, Of course"
"Notiin' so awfully crazy about
that" he granted. Then: whats the
matter with Hi TWombly, here, for
your boss miner?'
mot a thing in the wide world
except that he can't be because he Is
going to be my partner in the deal"
"Now you're ta1kin' a whole heap
like a white man." said the desperado-
ish one. DOG goned if I don't b'lieve