The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1931-07-17
CHAPTER vII-Continued

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regular since you been away" She
allowed that to pass without comment.
~'Up in the hills he stumbles on Doctor
Valiant, drunk, but not so drunk he
don't recognize Yancey. Well, he tells
Yancey, drunk as he is, that he's right
in the camp where the Kid and his
gang is hiding out. One of them was
hurt bad in that last Santa Fe hold-up
at Cimarron. Like to died, only they
sent for doc, and he came and saved
him. They got close to thirty thou
sand that trick, and it kind Of went to
their heads. Valiant overheard them
planning to ride in here to Usage, like
today, and hold up the Citizens Ma
tional in broad daylight like the Kid
always does. They was already
started. Well, Yancey off on his
horse to warn the town, and knows
he's got to sdetour or he'll come on
the gang and they'll smell rat. Well,
say, he actually did meet 'em. Came
on 'em, accidental The Kid sees him
and grins that wolf grin of his and
sings out, 'Yancey, you still runnin'
that paper OF yourn down at OsageY
Yancey says, Yes Well, say he
says, how much is it? Yancey says
dollar a year. The Kid reaches down
and throws Yancey a shot sack with
ten silver dollars in it. Send me the
paper for ten years., he says. Where
tor Yancey asks him. Well, say, the
Kid laughs that wolf laugh of his
again and he says, I never thought of
that. I'll have to leave you know
later Well, Yancey, looking as meek
and mealy-mouthed as baby, he
rides his way, he's got little book of
poems in his hand and he's reading
as he rides or pretending to, but first
chance he sees he cuts across the
hills, puts his horse through the gullies
and into the draws and across the
scrub oaks like he was circus horse
or a centipede or something. He gets
into Usage, dead tired and his horse
in lather, ten minutes before the
Kid and his gang sweeps down Paw
huska avenue, their six-shooters bark
ing like a regiment was coming, and
makes rush for the bank. But the
town is expecting them. Say! Blood"
Sabra waited for no more. She
turned. And as she turned she saw
coming down the road in a cloud Of
dust a grotesque scarecrow, all shanks
and teeth and rolling eyes. Black
Isaiah.
':No'm, Miss Sabra, he amt hurt
not what yO' rightly call hurt No,
ma'am. Jes'a nip in de arm, and he
got it slung in black silk hand'chief
and looks right sma't handsome. They
wouldn't let him alone noways. Ev'y-
body in town they shakin' his hand
Gaze he shoot the shot dat kill de Kid.
An you know what he do then, Miss
Sabra? He kneel down an he cry like
q baby. Lee me tote dis we're
valise. All kin tote Miss Donna, too.
My, she sho' growed!"
The newspaper Office, the print shop,
her parlor, her kitchen, her bedroom,
were packed with men in boots, spurs,
sombreros; men in overalls; women
with children. Mrs. Wyatt was there
the Philomatheans as one woman
were there; Dixie Lee. actually; every
one Observation-Disclosures Hefner.
well, Mis- Cravat, guess you must
be pretty proud of him You
missed the shootin', Mis- Cravat, but
you're in time to help Yancey cele-
brate. =. Say, the Santa Fe alone
offered five thousand dollars for the
capture of the Kid, dead or alive.
Yancey gets it. all right. And the
AKaty done the same. And they's
government price on his head, and the
Citizens National is making up
prse. You'll be ridin' in your car
age, settin' in silks, from now"
Yancey was standing at his desk in
e Wigwam Office. He looked up as
Ne came in, and at the look In his
zee she forgave him his neglect of
r; forgave him the house full Of
pat Felice venable would term rim