The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-08-25

pany seems to be all in the family.
What's the low-down, if it's any of my
business?"
John told, briefly, what Marie had
told him, and the sheriff whistled.
"Rimmin' your father all ways from
the jack! If he amt crook!"
poor old Toni" John muttered.
"This1l hurt. If there has been any
thing he prided himself on, it was
picking men. This is the first time
know of that he's gone away wrong
Finding it Quill be like poison to him."
"It looks, son, like you were doin'
a whole lot to drain that poison out.
What's happened here since you had
your talk with this stenographer"
The boy related yesterdays happen
ings and his change of work, and the
sheriff grumbled in a rage.
Hes out to get you, Johnny!'' he
warned. "You do as McWethy says
and watch your STEP"
John laughed. ell, Nat, we're
just getting ready to spring the trap.
Have you heard anything from the
University"
"Ain't time yet, reckon. They say
it takes about week to get stomach
analysis and the mail, with that stom-
ach in it, was just about timed to hit
two-day blizzard they had below that
tied everything up"
do you think there's a chance he
might get scared and jump" John
asked.
The sheriff pondered a moment.
"Not much chance" he said. Hes
got too much at stake to jump before
he's sure trouble is on his heels
No he won't jump"
John itched to be at the bank rec
ords, to know what they might reveal,
but he could make no move in that
direction without exposing his entire
hand. SO he waited, performing his
duties about the barn, spending his
evenings in the recreation hall. Since
his encounter with Baxter they had
ceased their nudging, ceased gloating
at sight of a rich mans son taking
life as they took it. He was as much
one of them as the son OF the boss
ever could be. They respected him.
1t was Saturday night; another
week was down. He was buying some
necessary things when he met Nc
Wethy.
"Say, Gorbel 'phoned he'd bargained
for another team to be delivered to-
night or tomorrow" he said. you'd
gone when l come past the barn."
"All right; there are empty stalls.
They can stand 'em in."
"Watchin' your step?"
Every mover And John grinned
as the other twisted his head in grim
approval.
He went to sleep dreaming of Ellen
Richards, and woke with an empty
feeling. Hang on! he told him.
self. Hang on and keep going and
you'll be able to show her how much
of her trouble can be laid at old
Toms door!
He was out at four o'clock. wading
through new drifts towards the barn
to feed and water. This was Sun
day. He would have little to do
throughout the day; might even take
to the swamp on snowshoes for few
hours to be alone with his problem.
with his regrets and fears and hopes.
:. He felt particularly lonely as be
walked.
The barn was silent; no one was
about. He opened the door and
reached for the lantern that hung in
side and lighted it. The warm smell
of the stable was strong.
He swung his lantern and looked to
the left.
"Hullol" he muttered
A strange, black horse was stand
ing there. halter rope dangling. cycling
him with head up. Coal black. night
black. he was; handsome creature
though the eye looked defiant.
One of the new horses, delivered