White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1928-05-25

rare wtch-hunting In Great cove and
every ones gone over the mountains
to see how the jobs DONE"
Stretching his arms to timber up his
powerful muscles, he examined two
long whips and tested them. Cromit
grinned at me and nodded toward his
employer. To the badly frightened
rogues, he softly advised:
"Lets see how fast you can make
your heels fly"
They were Off the moment he fin
ished, racing madly over their back
track. The drOver heard the scuffiing
of their fleeing feet and turned about
just as the two turned one side and
dived into bush growth. Bawling
wrathfully for them to halt, he started
on numbering run but soon gave 1t
up and came back to where we stood.
CrOmit was unable to conceal bis
glee.
"Why did you let them sarpents
run loose, Balsar?" demanded the
drover.
"Lor', Benl hey've been licked and
walloped almost every step of a good
ten mile"
"And who be you, you worthless
lout, to say when thieves have had
their comeuppance?" beloved the
drover, letting his rage run wild.
"Stand clear of them two men,"
snow, Ben, don't you do it," ad-
vised Cromit, bis reddish brows work.
ing up and down. "I'm telling you,
don't you do it. l amt no niger, or
thief shan't take 1t kindly, Ben.
III hate it most mortally."
With an animal howl the drover
drew back his long arm and lashed
at the tall awkward figure. With the
scream of panther making night
kill, Cromit's long body shot through
the air, his blue eyes burning with
murder, his wide mouth opened to its
fullest extent. AS he crashed against
the drover he half-laughed, half-sobbed !:
81 told you not to do it, Ben"
They went down in the dirt, most
bewildering swirl of legs and arms.
but they had kicked up the dust for
only part of minute before Cromit
was erect again, grinning and spit
ting blood. The drover remained on
his back and looked as If Braddock's
army, heavy guns and all, had
marched over him. His face was COW
cred with blood and there were
bloody fnger-prints on his dark
throat.
Believing the man was dead,
kneeled to examine him. Cromit kept
up his chattering laugh as he watched
me. Round Paw glided forward and
stared at the damaged visage and
wounded throat and gave loud "Yo-
hah !"-his way of expressing amaze
ment or approval. With fendish
inger-strength. Cromit had all but
torn the mans throat open.
Gle will make WARRIOR" gravely
said Round Paw as he resumed his
stolid bearing and stepped back to
show the spectacle had no further in
terest for him.
"Td have had his gullet open like
the split craw Of fowl in another
jiffy," whined Cromit. "But he'll be
owing me two days and one night of
work and want my pay asked
him not to do it, but he was ever q
masterful man."
The Widow Cox appeared from
somewhere, and with the border-wom-
ans quickness of perception she
wasted no time in asking questions,
but brought noggin of rum which
we poured down the injured throat.
Then followed q bucket of water over
the shaggy head. With a groan the
drover regained his senses. He glared
feebly at Cromit, who shook his head
and said:
It'll be farming to you, Ben.
told you not to do It,"
"You devil!" gasped the drover.
"Then all the more reason why
should be quittance with you. I'm of
to march with Braddock's army. Nv.
worked two days and night for yol
"A whole night Citing the bells bacl
three days work. You pay me ant
drive your own CATTLE"
Moaning and signing, and taking OF
like one badly broken, the drove1
crawed to his feet, fished q bag @
coins from the bosom of his shirt an,
counted out small sum into Cromit'
palm. Cromit turned to me and said
Nov I'm ready to show old Brad
docks army how to fight"
The Widow Cox spoke up an,
shrilly upbralded him:
"Shame on you, you numbering dolt
You've hurt most proper man."
Hell be properer now. Mothe
Cox"
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