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In a drooping branch,
was
the
and
flat
open
Some one
hiding ip the bushes just above
spring, lying close under cover
watching the cabin and the
beyond.
Yo’all bettah crawl back outa
that* brush.” The kid spoke with
an ominous kind of calm.
damp.’ cajeful lessen yoah hungry
foh lead.”
Continued next week
with
Come
EEV. JAMES IHJNLQP PASSES
Rev. J. Dunlop at one time the
very popular pastor of the Clinton
Baptist Church, died at his home In
Aylmer. About fifteen yours ago he
retired and went to live in Aylmer.
He is survived by his wife, three sons
and six daughters.
ENGAGEMENT
The’ engagement is announced ct
Lucy Theresa, daughter of hfr. and
Mrs. Conrad J, Eckert, to Mr. Chas.
P, SHls. postmaster, Seaforth, the'
marriage to take placd the latter,
part of June.
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SIXTH INSTALLMENT
Bob Reeves, the kid, was nicknamed
Tiger Eye by his friends down iu
the Brazos country because his
“gun-eye was yellow. When his
father, “Killer Reeves” died the
Kid left Texas to avoid continu
ing father’s feuds. Reaching Mon
tana he is forced to draw on Nat
Wheeler, an irate. In the ex
change of shots Wheeler drops
dead, the Kid learning later that
Bob Garner, who had also shot at
the
Wheeler.
Garner gets the Kid to join the
Roole outfit as a rim rider, The
Kid succors Wheeler’s widow and
is interrupted by Pete Gorham
and some other nesters. He shoots
Gorham through both ears for
coupling his name with Wheeler's
widow. Later he rescues a girl
Nellie and her dad from Gorham,
wounding Pete again. The girl
in spite cf her belief the Kid is
. an' imported Texas killer, warns
him the nesters will kill him. Tho
• Kid warns Garner the nesters are
> planning an attack on the Poole
t outfit. He meets Jesse Market,
a Texan, who is boss of the Poole
wagon crew.
That night the kid shoots Mar-
ke] through both hands when the
latter attempts to kill him for be
ing the son of Killer Reeves. The
rest of the gang approve of the
kid’s action. While near Nellie’s
home he hears the crack of a rifle
and finds her dad has been shot
from ambush and helps carry the
dead man into his house.
dead, the Kid learning later that
same time,really killed
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
The Kid would have to be mighty
certain it was Babe, though, before
lie would believe it. He’d want
stronger proof than that broken
match had been. It made him shi.cr
±0 think how close he had come to
shooting Babe just on the strength
of a broken match. Now he didn’t
believe it—'but he couldn’t put it
out of his mind either, and the vague
.distrust hurt like physical pain.
“Yuh don’t want to let old lady
Murray’s cryin’ worry yuh, Tiger
Eye,” said Babe abruptly, when
they were pulling- off their boots.
“Best not to waste sympathy on a
■nester. They don’t deserve no sym
pathy; man or woman, they’re all
tarred with the same’"stick. You’re
jgoin’ to be valuable to the Poole,
once you get over that sympathy of
yourn for pester women. You got
io cut that out cr yuh won’t never
git nowhere,”
The Kid did not answer that, and
presently Babe breath fell into the
slow rythmn of sleep.
The Kid’s mind jarred back from
-deep dreaming and he opened one
eye to see a yellow strak cf sun
light on th cabin wall, high in a far
corner behind the stove. By that he
Smew he had slept late. Usually they
were ready to ride out along the
Tim when the sun showed above the
mountains. Babe’s side of the bed
was empty, but there was no break
fast smell in the cabin and no crack
ling of fire in the stove. Gone to
look after the horses probably. Babe
must have slept late, himself. Must
Jiave been Babe shutting the door
■that woke him.
The Kid swung his feet to the
floor and reached for his clothes.
Babe would expect breakfast to be
ready when he came back. ,,
The Kid started a fire in the stove
jset a kettle of wafer over the blaze,
iand washed his face and neck and
ears in the tin basin on the bench.
He shoved another stick of wood in-
l-o- the stove, pickqd up the basin
pulled the door open, to fling the
water out upon the ground.
The basin jerked spitefully in his
Jiand, a round hole cut through its
supper side where the water spurted
.through. From a clump of bushes
over by the coral the bark of a rifle
tardily followed the bullet. The Kid
Jet go the basin and dropped* to his
Knees and fell .forward on his face
-and lay there with his arms stretch
ed out jn front of him.
The Kid’s fingers stretched slow
ly to their slender length, relaxed
a little, stretched again, moved this
way and that,- which they clasped so
-firmly the "knuckles turned white.
Babe’s foot, Babe, lying there on his
•face, within a few feet of the door,
shot down while the Kid lay dream
ing. It wasn’t the shutting of the
lioor—-it was the rifle shot that
woke the Kid. Babe- shot in front
■of bis door just as Nellie's old pappy
■had been shot. Even at that moment
while the Kid was taking a firmer
grip of that limp foot, lie wondered
if Babe was only getting back what
La gave old Murray.
The Kid squirmed backward, drag
ging Babe by his foot. Slow. Back
jan- inch or two, and wait a minute.
Babe groaned at the third pull, and
-the Kldls heart gave a flop and then
faced for joy. Babe was alive
Something to pull for, how. #
“I’m draggin’
doah, Babe,” he
that would not
-w6odpile.
Babe did not
■another groan, but lie pressed one
Htdiid hard on the ground and push*
<*d backward when the Kid pulled
again, so the Kid knew Babe heard
and understood all
hurried after that.
body all inside the door as soon as
posible and with a last wriggle his
tousled damp hair went in past the
door jamb. Like a cat he was on his
feet then and had Babe inside with
one great yank and slammed the
door shut.
Then he turned, picked Babe up
in his arms and laid him on the bed.
“Damn coyotes—got’ me when I
stepped outside," Babe gasped.
“That’s, what a killer always aims
to do,” the Kid observed dryly. “Al
ways aims to down a man at his
own doah.” 1
Whether Babe caught the -signifi
cance of that remark or not, he made
no answer to it,
The-kettle was boiling on the stove
and the kid brought basin and clean
dish towels and a bottle of carbolic
acid and set them on a box beside
the bunk. He pulled, otf Babe’s
shirt and studied the round, purp
lish hole on Babe’s right side just
under the curve of liis ribs.
Babe fainted, which left the kid
free and unhampered in his crude
surgery.
“I’ve taken out the bullet, Babe,"
he said calmly, when Bathe came back
to consciousness. “Wasn’t moah’n
two—three inches creep. Kain’t fig
ure it, lessen it come from ovah
across the field. Nevah did come
from the berry bushes, or it’s gone
awn through. Two men out theah,
I reckon.”
“Two, yuh say?”
“Two and likely moah."
“And me down!. They’ll git us,
Tiger Eye.”
“In a pig’s eye.'"
“Git my rifle and—help me on my
feet."
“Yo’all lay quiet. I taken charge
today, Babe.” The kid was loading
Babe’s rifle, and now he placed it
on the table.
He turned his rifle upon the clump
of bushes over by the corral.
Three shots carefully placed
brought a spiteful volley in reply.
“ Teah’s like the nestalis are aim
ing to take theah revenge foil ole
Pappy Murray,” he remarked, as a
steady stream of bullets came spat
ting viciously into the cabin. It
worried Babe, who was beginning to
talk feverish.
“Shoot to kill when yuh start in,”
Babe urged. “Ain’t goin’ to try bust
in’ knuckles now, I hope.”
“Kain’t see -ajiy knuckles, to bust,
•Bbrbe.” 1 ,iA
The kid’s face clouded as he push
ed his rifle barrel through the hole
between the two logs, but his yellow
right eye was as unblinking as a
tiger’s when it looked down along
the sights. He caught a glimpse of
a gray hat crown among the bushes
beyond the spring. He didn’t want
to kill. Hat crown, head, shoulders
below—The kid couldn’t see the man
lie swiftly visioned, but he aimed
where a> shoulder should be and pull
ed the trigger. There was a sudden
and violent agitation of the bushes
ancl a man went streaking it back
toward his more discreet compan
ions. ‘The kid’s fingers bent again
deliberatly and the man’s swinging
right arm jerked upward and went
limp at liis side. The kid made sure
of that before he withdrew the rifle
from the hole and crossed the room
to
right. The Kid
He wanted his
yet.
a
DEATH. OF JOHN PEEVES
John Deeves, a resident of Clinton
died on Sunday last in his 6Qth year
after a long illness. Mr, Deeves
was born in Goderich Township and
Lived there until after his marriage
when he moved to Clinton and fol
lowed his trade as stone mason. Be
sides his widow he is survived by
five sons and two daughters.
DIEP IN TUCKERSMITH
James Devereaux, a well known
farmer of Tuckersmith passed away
in Scott Memorial .Hospital, Seaforth,
recently, Two weeks ago Mr, Dev
ereaux started a bonfire in the or
chard at his farm and while pouring
coal oil on it the can exploded and
severely burned his hands and body.
He was removed to the hospital but
his condition was so serious that he
could not recover. He is survived
by one brother and one sister.
PRESENTATION
Mr, R. Keith Love B-A., B.D.,
honor graduate of Emmanuel Coi-»
lege, Toronto, took' charge of the ser
vices in Hillsgreen .and Kippen Unit
ed Churches on Sunday last. Mfr
Love won the Sanford Gold Medal at
Toronto University last term. After
the service Mr. James
read an address and on
sessions of Hillsgreen
he was presented with
B. McLean
behalf of the
and Kippen
a liyjnnary.
yo”iail inside
muttered in a
carry (beyond
the
tone
the
answer except with
on the map, I like
I’ve let yuh make out
nice little lad that
a m’skeeter, I ain’t
questions, but(I ain’t
You had the dead
yuh
one
got,
me
yuh
damned—” Babe trailed off into
meaningless mumble,
The kid sighed and gouged at the
dried mud and tried to think of
something else.
“Why, damnit, you come here
with the dead list in your pocket!”
Babe cried suddenly from the bunk,
liis sick brain seizing anew upon his
grievance, “I knowed you was ly
in’ when you said you found” that
map where the wind had tblowed it
into a bush. You was headin’
straight for the nesters with that
dead list, and you knowed what yon
had to do.
“You made a slip-up with me
when you said you was goin’ to
Wheeler's place because Nate Wheel
er come first
yuh, Kid, and
like you’re a
wouldn’t kill
never ask no
a damn’ fool.
list and that was all I needed to
know. A man ain’t expected to go
around sliootin’ off his mouth about
what he’s doin’. Nobody wants
to advertise yourself,
“But damn it, you’ve crippled
of the best shots the Poole has
and you've been runnin’ on
about beefin’ old Murray, and
claim yuh won’t kill a nester your
self for love nor money. . Looks
pretty damn’ scaley to me, Kid—
damned if it don’t. Looks like
they've got you workin’ for ’em.
Damn’ spy, for all I know.”
Once more the kid tried not to
listen. In one ear and out the
other—that was the only way to do
with fever talk. Plumb foolish,
Babe was shoah a sick man, all right
He took up Babe’s rifle and sent
a shot over to where the little blue
smoke clouds betrayed the position
of the nesters. It wasn’t much of
a target; whether he wanted bo hit
a man or not, it was unsatisfactory
shooting.
“I-Iow’s the water holdan’ out?”
That meant Babe wanted another
drink. The
per, hoping
how he had
the bucket
thought >cf
it loomed rather large now. Couldn’t
get to the spring while the daylight
held, and Babe’s thrjst was growing.
If the nesters stayed where they
were, they had him trapped.
About noon now. (Steven hours
and mere till dark.
“Think you can git out through
the roof?” Babe tried to prop him
self on one elbow and watch, but
the pain turned him dizzy and sick,
and he lay panting and cursing his
helplessness.
“-Shoah goin’ to try,” said the kid
grimly.
“They’ll shoot yuh like a rabbit!”
The -kid shook liis head and step
ped up on the foot of the bunk
full
and
:s of
a no th er.
“Git anybody?”
The kid did not answer at once,
“Taken the shoot outa one, Babe,”
he said at last.
“ ’J kill ’im?”
“Reckon not. .Shot his ahm down,
peahs like.”
“Shoot t’ kill, why don’t yuh?”
Babe’s voice was high and querulous.
When he turned a strained look' up
on the kid, his eyes were glassy and
had an anxious stare wholly unlike
Babe Garner. “Damn their arms (
and shoulders! You can kill if you'
want to—^anybody that can 1
and bust knuckles the way you bust
ed Jess Markel’s can put a
through a man’s heart, if he
to.”
“Reckon I could, Babe.”
“Well damn it, do it, then!
yuh draw a bead on a nester, git
’im right.
•back from a dead man. You got ’em
out there before yuh, Tiger Eye;
any jury in the world would make
it self-defence. Yuh don’t have to
worry a damned bit. Now’s your
chance—git ’em, kid! Damn it,
don’t yuh know there’s a bounty on
nesters?! You can collect five hun
dred apiece for ’em, and no ques
tions asked!”
“That the price on ole Pappy Mur
ray, Babe?”
“He’ll, it’s the price on. any damn
nester! Didn’t the Old Man tell
you so?”
“Nevah did tell m® that, Babe.
Mistali Bell taken my name and
wheah Um from and all,, and asked
right smaht questions. Nevah did.
tell me anything, ’cepting I was to
get my o’dalis from yo’all.”
“Damn right, you git your orders
from me!
to lay
nester
there!
valley,
ain't they? You and’me both! Git
’em, or they’ll git you. Git the
kid filled the tin dip-
Ba.be would not notice
to scrape the bottom of
to do so. He hadn’t
the water problem, but
where he could bring his
strength into action, prying
pushing at the dirt covered pole;
the roof.
’ Had the ridge beyond the little
flat been higher,
there would
last, 'with a
and dust on
ed through
the cabin stood on a little ridge -of
its own and only from the bluff op
posite could one look upon the
farther slope of the roof,
“Mebby, when they bust in to-night
you can drop down outside and make
a run for it—'but I can’t,
day
'dry!
the nesters over
have seen him when, at
final avalanche of clods
the bunk, his head pok-
into the sunlight. But
It’s all
with me, anyhow. God, I’m
Gimme a drink before yuh go,
whii’"! yuh> Tiger Eye?” Babe mutter-
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bullet! “Shoah will, Babe, I’ll get A
wants 1 bucket of water directly.”
i “You stay inside. They’ll fill
< yuh with lead, kid.”
“Nevah will see me, Babe. Gully
back cf the cabin goes to the spring
and beyond.”
He poured all the water into one
•bucket and set it on a box close to
the bunk where Babe could reach
the dipper if he had to.
He kindled a fire in the stove,
and let the smoke advertise a live
man’s presence. An old
so natural a one that so
knew it always worked.
Shots from the ..ridge
that challenge,
til the firing ceased, then took
bucket and crawled out through
roof, dropping noiselessly to
ground and sliding at once into
brushy little gully that separated
the cabin from the bluff behind it.
, He did not feel that he was talcing
any risk, but all his life he had been
drilled in caution, so he went sneak
ing along, keeping close under tho
bank a.nd stopping very few feet to
listen and peen ahead. He could
not see any one, and it was so quiet
that he ciculd hear a Ione mosquito
humming over Ills head,
felt a human presence hear
stood still and waited two
and his <iuick eyes caught
When
There ain’t no come-
answered
The kid waited un-
his
the
the
the
I order yuh right now
’em cold! Kill every damn*
you can draw a bead on, out
Save goin’ after ’em in the
Hell, they’re out to kill yuh,
Yet he
him, lie
minutes,
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