Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-04-24
CHAPTER III

hung up the phone. "What are these
women made of, anyhow" he groaned.
cup all night, thoroughly Highland
one meets them in the morning and
they look as if nothing had happen
cd to them"
''The weaker sexn That's joke!"
agreed George heartily. wouldn't it
tear you?" He suddenly added, Lets
get out of town for bit?"
''Not bad idea, old chap. Pm fed
up on drinking and this socalled wild
life. I'd like to get away-at least
until my good digestion returns" He
hesitated. what say we take run
down to my stock farm in Kentucky?
Why couldn't we get off this morn
ing? It's a peach of day." His
eyes frightened.
Fright. Well take in the Ken
lucky Derby too. That's a great
idea"
Within a couple of hours they were
on the train and speeding southwark,
without waiting to notify any of their
friends.
Henry's spirits rose as New York
flew further and further behind him.
Julie? No, he didn't want to think
of her, not on this lovely Spring af-
ternoon, for Julie, unbeknown to her.
self, had disillusioned him.
At Cedar Tree Farm station, Hen
RVS general manager-a big herman
named Lefty" Glyn-met them. With
him were a couple of negroes to
handle the baggage.
Henry introduced George to Lefty,
with laconic: "Say, this boy knows
more about horses than anybody in
Kentucky"
"Your first visit in these parts,
sir?" said Lefty, grinning from ear
to ear. "Well, you've come at the
right time-the Spring sure is beau
tiful."
When their first meal in Cedar
Tree Farm was over and the two
friends sitting on the verandah en-
Joying a smoke, Lefty appeared for
word with the "boss." Among some
nearby mountaineers there was
trouble, it seemed. Diseased cattle
had been found on a neighboring farm
and the deputy inspector was on his
way there. The owners attitude was
threatening.
"The Animal Husbandry Organiza-
ton is mighty strict in these parts"
declared Henry's manager. They've
had to kill great deal of stock late
ly."
WED better go over and see what
we can do" suggested Henry, rather
intrigued by this affair. 81 feel sor-
ry for the poor devils"
The two men, driven by Lefty in his
car, shortly drew near the homestead
of the mountaineer in question who
was proving himself very belligerent.
The deputy-inspector had arrived and
was checking up on the cattle.
"You git out of here! l say, you
git out, or there'll be troubled" The
farmer and his family were gathered
together outside the house, the for
mer in frenzy of rage against the
deputy-inspector.
Cant we do anything?" Henry
asked Lefty.
"Nope. Except to convince those
poor creatures that the law must take
its course"
Al this moment, rs they dismount-
cd from the car, the mountaineer van
ished into his home and reappeared
with formidable looking Winchester
Looks ugly. We'd best keep out
of this" muttered George.
"Now you git out or I'll shoot ye,'
shouted the mountaineer, pointing his
rifle at the unfortunate inspector.
Suddenly there was clatter 0.
hoofs, and right into the middle o:
the affray rode a slender, breechet
and booted figure who quickly slic
from her horse, flung the reins rounC
the top of the fence, and with rapit
steps walked directly towards the en-
ragged proprietor, in direct line of hi
rifle!
For heavens sake, Martin, ar
you insane? Put down that gun a
cnce!" cried the girl. "Now tell m
the troubled Her voice, on an i'm
perious note, was beautifully modu