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FULTON CO. TRIBUNE, WAUSEON, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 6
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Amir Amanullah Khan
(Prepared hy the National Geographlo So
ciety, Washington, D. C.)
Afghanistan, long almost a synonym
. Dor fanatical Isolation from the rest of
the world, Is at last apparently show
ing a desire to enter the family of
nations. The Moslem kingdom, which
even now continues Its old policy of
exclusiveness pending the outcome of
Its negotiations, recently sent a dele
gation of nobles to Washington to pe
tition the United States for the es
tablishment of diplomatic relations be
tween, the two countries.
Afghanistan's exclusiveness Is not
accidental. Situated between the
j southern-growing empire of Russia and
northern-spreading' British India, It
has been the typical buffer state; its
natural exclusiveness, due to religious
fanaticism, has been accentuated by,
the political rivalries of its great
neighbors.
Forbidden Lhasa itself Is no more
exclusive than brooding, suspicious
Kabul, the capital of this' isolate, un
friendly realm of fanatic tribes, , of
rocks, deserts. Irrigated valleys . and
towering unsurveyed ranges.
Mot single railway or telegraph
line has been permitted to cross this
hermit country or to run into it, lest
the pernicious ways of the world leak
in. And the six or seven million people
have been hardly on speaking terms
with any other nation.
Few Foreigners Permitted to Enter.
Night and day, from i stone watch
towers and hidden nooks along the an
cient caravan trails that lead in from
India, from Persia and Russia trails
used long ago by Alexander and Jen
' ghls Khan squads, of bearded, tur
baned Afghans, with imported field
glasses and long rifles, have kept
watch against- trespassers- from with
out. Only a few Europeans, mostly Brit
ish but occasionally also an Ameri
can and now and then a few Russians
or Germans, have been permitted to
enter tills country and to sojourn for
a while in its curious capital. But even
on such rare occasions as when a for
eign engineer, or a doctor whose serv
ices are badly needed, is admitted by
the grace of the amir, the visitor is
subject to a surveillance that amounts
almost to imprisonment. "Splendid
isolation" is a sort of Afghan tradition,
conviction that the coming of the
foreigner will mean the end of the
amir and of his unique, absolute rule.
As it is, no other monarch now
wields such undisputed authority or Is
in closer touch with tlfe every-day life
of his subjects. He. personally runs
his country's religion and its foreign
affairs, and he even supervises much
of its commerce. He also owns and
censors the only newspaper printed in
all Afghanistan. Incidentally, he keeps '
58 automobiles, and he never walks.
Even from one nearby palace to an
other he goes by motor over short
pieces of road built especially for his
pleasure.
Thoughthe amir took no active part
In the World war, he emerged from it
with singular profits. His old and
unce rival neighbors, Great Britain and
1 Russia, drawn together as allies in. the
conflict, left him a free hand. In 1919
Great Britain officially recognized tiie
political independence of this much
buffeted buffer state, to whose rulers
she had so long paid a fat annuity.
Keeps in Touch With the World.
Afghanistan, with an area of 245,000
square miles, is, next to Tibet, the
largest country in the world that is
practically clesed to the citizens of
Mother nations. But political life at
wary, alert Mohammedan Kabul is in
sharp contrast to the meditative seclu
sion and classic aloofness of the Bud
dhist lamas at Lhasa. Through agents
in India and elsewhere Amir Amanul
lah Kban is in close touch with the
world's current events; and, as the
INGENIOUS PHOTOGRAPHY.
Experiments with "positive photog
raphy" have produced some very in
teresting results. The plates may be
separately wrapped In black paper at
night, or in a dark room, and all the
remaining work can be done In the
light. A plate Is taken from its wrap
per In the light and placed in the slide
holder, and an exposure, a long one.
Is made. After exposure the plate Is
taken out In the light again, and
placed In the developing bath, and the
For Bookcase.
Put a few drops of oil of lavender
In the bookcase If you intend clos
ing the house for . some time, and
the books will not be musty when you
return.
Get Rid of AnU.
Mix Insect powder with mignr nnd
place on small dishes wherever there
are ants. If they get on table er in
cupboards put norne on floor around
the casing and you will soon be en
tirely free fr" -
last remaining independent ruler of a
Moslem country, now that the power
of the Turkish caliph at Constanti
nople is broken, he wields a far-reaching
influence throughout the Moham
medanNvorld. And it is probably that
because his land happens to lie just
as it does on the map of the world, he
will be for a long time to come an
active force in the political destinies
of middle Asiaf
The amir's word, his veriest whim,
is law to his millions of subjects. He
is, in truth, the last of the despots, a
sort of modern oriental patriarch on
a grand scale. His judgments are, of
course, bused, primarily on the Koran,
or on the common law of the land.
There is no statute book, no penal
code and no court.
The amir reserves to himself the
right of passing death sentences. The
cruel Afghan forms of punishment,
such as shooting a prisoner from the
canno'n's muzzle, sabering off his head,
stoning him to death,' burying him
alive, cutting oft his hands and feet
or putting out his eyes, are seldem em
ployed nowadays; yet often the crimi
nal himself will choose a quick, though
violent, exodus to paradise rather than
suffer long imprisonment in a filthy
iron cage, perhaps to die eventually
of starvation. x
The way of the transgressor in Af
ghanistan continues to be uncommonly
hard, howeter. Time and again, in
the recorded history of this land, de
posed amirs, troublesome relatives and
political enemies have been deliber
ately blinded, there being a tradition
here that no man with any physical
affliction may hold a public office of
honor or profit.
Its Mountains and Tribes. s
Politically, Afghanistan is divide
Into four provinces: Afghan Turke
stan, Kabul, ' Kandahar and Herat.
Topographically its most conspicuous
features are the high peaks in the
northeast; where it touches the great
Hindu Kush, the Tirach Mir attains a
height of over 23,000 feet.
Through these mountains of north.
east Afghanistan wind some of the
most picturesque and historic trails of
the whole world. For centuries the
trade between Turkestan and India
has flowed over these high passes,
and ,the story goes that often these
annual caravans number as many as
120,000 loaded animals, including cam
els, mules and horses,
Afghanistan is a Babel of races and
tongues; more than half its population
are not Afghans at til. The majority
group embraces the Iranian-Aryan
Tadjiks, who inhabit the settlements
and large towns ; the Mongolian Haza
rahs. who roam the mountainous cen-
tral regions of the country, and the
Turkomans and TJzbegs of northern
Afghanistan. The real Afghans, or
"Pahtos" (Patlians), as they call them
selves, live in the high ranges stretch
ing from the Solimans past Ghazni and
Kandahar to the west, toward Herat.
The tribes are divided into minor
clans, called "khel," and they live al
most entirely off their herds of cattle,
camels and sheep. i
Persian culture has molded the so
cial life in Afghanistan through cen
turies; notwithstanding the rieligicus
hatred . between the Sunnls and the
Shias, Persian customs have been more
or less adopted in the upper ranks
of all middle Asiatic Moslem society,
From the Persians the Afghans got the
idea of marrying more than one wife
but, like the Persians, too. they have
found to their dismay that polygamy
is nowadays a most expensive custom
Amir Habibulinn Khan (who was
assassinated in 1919) had a harem of
100 women, and among these, strange
ly enough, were a few Europeans. The
present amir, Amanullah Khan, has
but one wife.
picture i developed, and may be fixed
In the light. The result is a positive.
Fine pictures are thus obtained.
Sea May Yet Yield Treasure.
Gold shipments which have gone
down are occupying the attention of
scores of marine experts today. Numer
ous devices have been patented and
many lives have been lest In attempts
to salvage sunken treasure. Among
hundred of others a rich reward
awaits the man who can salvngn the
treasure lost with-the Lusitania.
First English in Newfoundland.
In 1853 an Kng;:sh colonizing e;'d!
tion was led to Newfoundland by tliiit
chivalrous naviga'or. Sir Humphrey
Gilbert, who lielonged to that Ki-oup of
enterprising and patriotic men whose
names shine forth in the history of
thereign of Queen Elizabeth. Ke was
a balf-brother or the gaUfln? but III
futed Sir Wither itul.'.igu.
A Different Art.
The fact tluit a woman can roas
her neighbors is no evidence of he
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CHAPTER XVII.
Bill Dale Laughs.
Bill Dale sat thinking of what he
had done there in the Big Pine coun
try. From the stone-and-clay chim
neys of the cabins of the Littlefords on
the other side of the river the howling
wind snatched sprays of blue wood-
smoke. The Morelands had gone to
farms lying around Cartersvllle in the
lowland, on each of which a fair-sized
first payment had been made, the bor
rowed capital was to remain borrowed
for another year. The Morelands were
already losing their outlandishness
and growing into universal respect.
David Moreland!s dream was at last
being realized.
Then Dale frowned heavily. If only
he could do as much for Babe's peo
ple ! But he couldn't The men of the
Littlefords still worked the coal mine.
They received almost twice the custom
ary wages, but even that wouldn't buy
them farms and educate their children.
tinder his eyes lay two unanswered
letters from his parents. He found
little pleasure in answering their let
ters, for he was still somewhat bitter
toward them toward his father be
cause of his father's ill treatment of
David Moreland and David Moreland's
people; toward his mother because -she
had let him go hungry for mother-love
as a baby, as a child, as a boy, and as
a man; toward them both because he
had been reared a do-nothing.
The door opened suddenly, and By
Heck came stamping in with a gust of
cold air at his back. He carried in
one hand the mail satchel ; in the other
was his ever-present rifle. After throw
ing the satchel to the floor at Dale's
feet, he turned to the glowing wood
stove.
'I'm dang nigh friz. Bill," he chat
tered. "My gosh, I couldn't be no coid-
er'n what I em ef I'd ha' clim' the
nawth pole neck-ed. Say, Bill, why'n't
ye burn coal 'stid o' wood? Igod, It's
hotter."
"Coal is worth money. Wood isn't."
Dale ran through the mail hastily.
He threw aside a letter from the Alex
ander Crayfleld Coal corporation, which
took the. entire output of the mine at
an extraordinary figure, and picked up
a letter which bore, the postmark of his
home city.
It was from Babe Littleford. Since
he paid so little attention to the letters
of his parents, they had requested her
to write to him they wanted him to
come home for Christmas dinner.
Wouldn't he come?
He arose and paced the office floor
for two or three minutes', then he sat
down at his desk and dashed off a let
ter that contained only two sentences.
By Heck sat beside the stove and
watched his god with thoughtful eyes.
He understood, he believed. How any
woman on earth could turn down a
man like Bill Dale was utterly beyond
him. By Heck was a great deal like a
good-natured dog. . . .
If Bill would only laugh, it would be
good for him. It had been so long since
he had heard Bill laugh. By Heck de
cided that he would make Bill Dale
laugh.
"Old boy?"
"Well?"
"Do ye want me to tell ye a funny
tale?" drawled Heck. Hj barely heard
the answer:
"I guess I don't mind, By." '
Heck's sympathy made him gulp.
But he swallowed the lump that came
up in his throat and began bravely :
"One time the' was a feller named
Smith. Odd name, Bill, ain't it? 'Hoss-
fly' Smith, they called him, 'cause it
was said 'at he could easy shoot a
hossfly often' a boss's ear and never
break hide on the animile. He was a
hellion, too. One time Hossfly, he was
a-tryin' to git app'inted the chairman
o' some sort o' politics doin's, and on
that same day he was a-drinkln' sort
o' tol'able heavy.- They agreed to
make him the temp'rary chairman, but
Hossfly, he didn't want that So he
hops right up in the middle, o' the meet
in', and he hollers out and says :
'"Feller citizens, he says, T want
to be the permanent chairman 1 I ain't
a-goin' to act in the cap-acity of a
durned temp'rary chairman; I abso
d n-lutely ain't !'
"His old ineiny, Eb Wright, he yells
back and says smart-like: 'Set down
thar, Hossfly,' says Eb 'you're drunk,
and you don't know the difference a
tween temp'rary and permanent!'
"Well, they knowed Eb had It a
comin' to him right then, and they lis
tened fo' it Hossfly, he addresses the
whole meetin', and this here is what
Hossfly says: i
" 'Feller citizens," says he, 'Eb
Wright thar 'lows I don't know the dif
ference atween temp'rary and perma
nent. I'll prove to you that I do know
the difference. Eb Wright says I'm
drunk. I am. That's temp'rary. Eh
Wright is a poke-nosed idjit. That's
permanent !' "
Heck finished with a lazy laugh:
"Haw, haw, haw! Hee-haw, hee-haw!"
"That story," Dale said wearily,
"has been told on dozens of politicians.
It has become a part of the history of
this state."
"Well, my gosh !" moaned By Heck.
He thought deeply for a moment, de
cided that Bill Dale wouldn't laugh at
the story of Tom Jones' pig which
had drank all of a gallon-pall of but
termilk and then gone to sleep in the
self-same pail and went on:
"Here's one, by Jake, 'at ain't been
told on dozens o' politics men. And
every word of it is the solemn, dyin'
death-bed truth, too.
"One time I was out in the moun
tains a-huntin', a-goin along slow and
a-lookln' fo' a squirrel, when all of a
suddent I hears a skeery noise right
ahead o' me in the laurels Z-z-z-z-z!
Z-z-z-z-z! Jest like that. I stops. I
stops de-e-ad still. I looks keen. Thar
was a den o' rattlers, and the very
least one was as big around as my left
hind laigl Then I hears a turrible
growl right ahind o' me. I looks keen.
Thar stands a big old she-bear with
her teeth a-sbowin', and two cross
eyed cubs'! Then I hears a whine at
ray left. I looks keen. Thar stands a
she-panther as big as a hoss, with her
eyes Jest; a-blazin! Then I hears a
spittlu' sound out to my right. I looks
keen. Thar was seven full-grown wild
cats, and all of 'em had been bit by a
maddawg! Some fix to be in? Yeuh;
ome fix I
"Well, I thinks to myself. Ef
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shoots the rattlers, I thinks to myself,
the bear and the panther and the wild
cats'll git me. And ef I shoots the
bear, the panther and the wildcats
and the rattlers'll git me. And ef I
shoots the panther, the wildcats and
the rattlers and the bear'll git me.
And ef I shoots the wildcats, the rat
tlers and the bear and the pnnther'Il
git me. And ef I don't shoot none of
'em, they'll all git me ! Some ongodly
fix wasn't it, Bill? Now, how do ye
reckon I got out of it?"
Bill Dale only, smiled. "I can't im
agine, By,D he Said. - ,
"I cain't imagine, reither," grinned
Heck. "But anyhow, I'm alive today.
Well, now that ye're in a good humor
one time more, I'll tell ye some news.
I hated to ruffle ye up like a yaller
goose a-flyin' back'ards whilst ye was
so cussed, danged blue. Bill, old boy,
it ain't but five days ontel Christmas.
A lot o' them Nawth Ca'liner Turners
from Turner's Laurel is a-visitin' their
kinf oiks, i the Balls, and they'll every
dadslatted one of 'em git drunk on
white lightnin' licker fo' Christmas,
and they'll shore think o' Black
Adam.. The Morelands ain't with ye
no more. Bill, rickollect; only the Lit
tlefords is here now."
Bill Dale rose and stood there star
ing at By Heck with eyes so bright
that they sparkled.
"If they came down on us lookingf or
trouble, I'd be a sort of clan chief,
wouldn't I?" he asked. Without wait
ing for an answer: "I wouldn't mind
that, y'know. I've got a letter here,
By, that I want you to put aboard the
next southbound train that passes the
Halfway switch. You've got about an
hour; can you make it?"
"Ef the world was made in six days,
by God, it shorely looks like By Heck
could make six miles In a hour, don't
it?"
The tall hiilman left the Moreland
Coal company's office with the letter In
one hand, his rifle in the otlier, and
tears of joy in his eyes.
For Bill Dale had laughed, actually
laughed.
By Heck put the letter on the train.
The train carried it to Bill Dale's home
city, and the postman carried it to the
stately mansion of Old Coal King John
"You Scared Me, Jimmy!" Laughed
Miss Elizabeth, a Trifle Nervously.
K. Dale, and black Isham, the servant,
carried it to Miss Elizabeth Littleford.
Miss Elizabeth Littleford was sitting
alone on an iron settee among bushes
of lilac and cape jessamine ; the weath
er had made another of its remarkably
sudden changes, and the day was sun
ny and pleasant. She was about to
tear open the envelope when the tall,
straight figure of Jimmy Fayne ap
peared before her. He had on riding
clothes, and there was a rawhide quirt
in his hand.
"You scared me, Jimmy!" laughed
Miss Elizabili, a trifle nervously. "I
didn't know you were anywhere
around !"
"Beg pardon," Jimmy smiled. "May
I sit down In-side you?"
"Yes." t
He sat down beside her and besan
thoughtfully t" flick the toe of one of
his shining bunts with the tip of his
quirt. She knew what he had come to
say, before he said it:
"Once more.' looking pleadingly into
her eyes "won't you marry me and
make me happy forever afterward?"
She turned i he letter over In her lap
In order that Vayne might not see, ac
cidentally or otherwise, the address.
"Jimmy," si e finally said, "I'd like
to have a lit.le more time to think
about it Things like this oughtn't to
be decided In a hurry."
"You've already had months! Or
were they years or ages? Why do
you keep putting me off like this, Eliz
abeth?"
"As I told ti. Jimmy, I don't "
He interrupted almost sharply: "I
know you don't love me. But you'll
learn to after you've seen how much
I shall adore you."
He made a move as though to take
her into his arms, and she shrank
from him ; In- had done that same
thing, and site had done that same
thing, dozens of times before. . -
With unseeing eyes Elizabeth watched
Mrs. Dale stop from her motor at the
porte-cochere and go Into the house.
Jimmy Fayne, too, saw Mrs." Dale,
but he was v. holly unaffected by the
sight of her; Airs. Dale, somehow, did
not object to his seeing the girl quite
as much as she had once objected.
"Jimmy," ai.er a long silence had
passed between them, "1 I'm afraid I
ain't the rlghi woman for you. . . .
If you knew, for sure, that I once took
a rifle gun aiii killed a man with it
would you would you still want me?"
Fayne laugl d as though at a good
joke.
"You kill a man? Why, I couldn't
believe it. But if you had killed a man,
or a dozen men, it it could hardly
make any tliiTerence to me. If you did
do It, you tlid it beeause there was
1 nothing else to do; I'm sure of that.
We won't mention it nsrnin. if vou're
willing. I neither criticize n.ir attempt
to understand your hill codes. Marry
me, won't you, Elizabeth?"
"If I did," asked Ben Llttleford's
daughter, "would you help my people
back in the hills?"
. "Educate 'emV Yes! Every blessed
one of 'eiu."
"Freely?"
"Yes !"
Once more Elizabeth Littleford tried
to decide. Fayue's eyes grew more and
more hopeful as he watched her lips.
He lecTttne impatient
"Tell me," lie begged.
The girl took up the letter she had
Just received from Bill Dale.
"As soon as 1 read this," she mur
mured, "I I tell you, Jimmy. If you
don't mind, please look the other way
for a uiinuie."
She tore off one end of the envelope,
drew out the single sheet and unfolded
it. Her eyes narrowed; Jier face
flushed, and then became just a little
pale. Her underlip quivered as she
folded the sheet and put it back into
the envelope.
"I can't marry you, Jimmy," she told
him.
Without another word she arose and
left him. She hastened to the house,
hastened upstairs, and went to her
room.
Half an hour later Mrs. Dale found
her lying face downward on her bed,
and beside her lay a crumpled sheet
of paper. 'Mrs. Dale picked up the
sheet, straightened it out and read
this, in the bold haudwriting of her
son :
"Believe me, I am very appreciative
of your invitation. But I am having
Christmas with jour mother, here in
my own country."
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Last Fight
It was early iu the morning, and
Bill Dale had just sent for Ben Little
ford. The hiilman hurried to the of
fice, for he believed he knew what
was in the air. He had already gone
to work at the mine, and his -thicK
beard, his face and his hands wero
black with the dust of coal.
"Sit down, Ben," said the general
manager. "We're going to hold a
council of war."
Littleford took a chair and crossed
his legs.
"Is it the Ball outfit?" he drawled.
"Yes," answered the younger man,
and forthwith he told the other of the
news that By Heck had brought him
a few days before; he had not given
the matter really serious considera
tion until that morning. "Now," he
finished, "I want to know whether you
think there's any danger?"
Littleford tugged at his blackened
beard and frowned.
"Bin, ne saia. sooeriy, "qo you
rickollect what John 1 Moreland told
you oiteet about them Balls? He told
ye 'at you wasn't safe, and 'at he
wasn't safe, ontel they was dead and
buried, didn't he? I believe he did.
By Heck says the's a whole big passel
o them Nawth (ja liner Turners: he's
shore them and the Balls'll outnum
ber us more'n two to one. Yes, the's
danger. Bill, and 'specially to you.
They think it was you killed Adam,
and they don't think the law handed
'em a square deal at the trial."
"Then listeu to this plan," said
Dale.
"Ill keep By Heck up the river
watching for them. He will i have
three sticks of Uynaniite tied together
and capped and fitted with a fuse. If
he sees them coming this way in any
thing like a force, he will fire off the
dynamite as a signal to us. Our men
will gather here in the upstairs of this
building, and bar the doors "
"Oh, Bill," moaned the old fighter,
"you shorely don't think we'd ever let
'em git to the doors!"
"I hope they don't, certainly,"
smiled Dale. "Where are your rifles,
Bill?"
"At the mine," said Littleford. "Ye
see. Bin, we've been a-lookln' fo'
tronble."
Dale went on: "At By Heck's sig
nal, I'll get on my horse and ride to
the lowlands for the' Morelands. I can
get them a lot quicker than I can get
competent help from the law. What
do you think of it?"
"It's a good plan, 1 reckon.
growled Ben Littleford, "only I don't
cotton very easy to tne uiee o us
a-runnln' from the mine, to this here
buildin'. I never did like to run from
any man wo'th a durn, BilL"
"But that wouldn't be cowardly,"
Dale protested. "It would be purely
a strategic move, and it would save
lives for us. For, when the Balls and
their kinsmen come, you'll have to de
liver nie into their hands or you'll
have to fight like the very devil, that's
sure; and, according to By Heck's fig
ures, they outnumber you more than
two to one."
"All right" Littleford replied, with
a shrug of his huge shoulders. "What
ever you say, that same we'll do."
So By Heck was sent for, and short
ly afterward he sneaked Into the lau
rels and went off toward the settle
ment of the Balls. In the crook of his
arm he carried his rifle, and inside his
shirt he carried three pieces of dyna
mite all ready for the match and he
chose every step with great care for
fear of jarring the explosive too much.
He had not been gone an hour when
Bill Dale heard a dull, smothered roar
from somewhere to the northward.
Dale sprang up from his desk, ran to
his ready and waiting horse, mounted
and rode like a streak toward the
lowland:
Dale arrived at John Moreland's big
white farmhouse a littli before the
middle of the day, and halloed lustily
at the gate. John Moreland and his
two sons hurried out in response to
the call. Dale waved aside all greet
ings and Inquiries after his health,
and told that which he had come to
tell. The elder Moreland turned quick
ly to his two stalwart sons
"Guns and bosses, boys! It'll be
our last fight, and le's be at it and
make It a good fight."
Less than five minutes later the
three erstwhile mountaineers rode out
at the barnyard gate with full belts of
cartridges around their waists and
with repeating rifles across the pom
mels of their saddles, and Joined
Dale. The four hastened to the homes
of the other Morelands; and not long
afterward the old clan, in full
strength, rode toward the big, dim
blue hills with Bill Dale acting as its i
leader. It was to be the clan's last
fight, and a fight for a good cause,
and every man of it was eager for
the fray. ...
Bill Dale bore himself proudly, and
he rode like a man born to the sad
dle. He found a queer joy a joy
that brightened' his steel-grey eyes
and flushed his sunburned cheeks, a
joy that he didn't even attempt to
understand in the thought:
"For this one day I am a clan chief;
I am leading iny own people against
a foe, in my own country "
And so overwhelmingly did the idea
take hold of him that he wished, even
then, for the repeater that awaited
him at his office back in the heart of
the mountains. Once his conscience
asked him a question and he an
swered it with another question. Was
he doing that which was right? Might
not the Littlefords all be killed by
those drunken cutthroats while he
was waiting for the arrival of a com
pany of militia from a city miles dis
tant?
Anyway, the militia would fight His
clan woufd do no more than that He
satisfied his conscience quickly.
When they had reached the lower
end of the cleared valley, there came
to them the sounds of slow firing, the
firing of snipers. Each man kicked
his horse's flanks and rode faster.
When they came in sight of the be
sieged building, they saw puffs of powder-smoke
rising lazily from the upper
windows and from the mountain side
above and to the right Again they
kicked the flanks of their horses and
rode faster.
At John Moreland's old cabin they
dismounted hastily and turned their
horses into the drab meadow. With
Dale still leading, they hurried on foot
to the river's nearest bank and went
rapidly, under cover of the thlckly
standlng sycamores, to a point within
seventy yards of the office and sup
plies building. Then they made a dash
across the open space, and Ben Lit
tleford, with one "arm bound up in a
red-stained blue bandana, opened the
door for them.
"Who else is hurt?" panted Dale.
"Little Tom," answered Littleford,
"and Saul. ' Little Tom, he got a bul
let onder the shoulder. Saul, he got
one in might uign the same place.
They've riddled the whole t'other
side o' the house to splinters. They're
a-callin' fo' you."
They'll get all they want of me,"
Dale growled.
He turned and ran up the rough
stairway, and Ben Littletord and the
Morelands followed close upon his
heels. At the front and side windows,
behind anything they had been able
to find that would stop a bullet, knelt
Littlefords with rifles in their hands,
patiently watching for a human target
to appear on the mountainside above.
Saul and Little Tom lay In a corner,
where they were fairly safe from
chance bullets. Hayes had bound up
their wounds as well as he could with
the materia at hand. They were
both white and helpless and suffering,
but still full of the old Littleford
fighting spirit.
Dale seized his Winchester and
belt of cartridges from the hands of
the man who had brought them to
him, and turned to the others. A bul
let crashed through the wall and
struck the floor at his foot; he paid
no attention to it
Listen to me. , boys." Dale was
buckling his cartridge-belt with rapid.
steady fingers. "From where they are
hiding, the Balls and Turners can
hardly see the lower story of this
building. We'll go downstairs, open
the front door, and run to the edge
of the laurels at the foot of the moun
tain. Then we'll rurn to the right
make a wide detour, and get above
the Ball outfit; we'll be fighting down
hill instead of uphill. Get me? Are
vou all re:ulv?" '
To a man, they were ready.
They reached the thick under
growth without being seen by the en
emy. While the Balls and Turners
fired more or less aimlessly at the
building, drank white whisky and
called drunkenly for the surrender to
them of Bill Dale, 'Bill Dale and his
men were making their way steadily
in a wide half-circle up the side of
David Moreland's mountain.
Half an hour after they had left the
office building, Dale had stationed his
men, deployed as a line of skirmishers,
behind sheltering trees some two hun
dred feet above the Balls and their
kinsmen.
John Moreland, lien Littleford and
Bill Dale were not far apart. "It's a
shame to do It," "said Dale. "I swear,
we can't shoot men in the back like
this!"
John Moreland, twisted his mouth
into a queer smile of contempt and
so did Ben Littleford. They knew,
far better than their leader, the ways
of that people without a principle. The
Bails and Turners wouldn't hesitate
to shoot, them in the back!
"Well," John Moreland replied, and
it was almost a sneer, "ye might go
down thar and give 'em some candy,
and kiss 'em,- and ax 'em won't they
please surrender!"
Dale leaned around his tree, a great
gnarled chestnut, and called boldly:
"You've got a chance to surrender
now and you'd certainly better take
It quick!" '
One of those below yelled surprlsed
ly: "WhoYe you?" Then they all
whipped to the other side of their
sheltering timber.
The answer came at once : Tm Bill
Dale, and I'm peeved! You're at the
mercy of the finest hill clan that ever
looked along rifle barrels; willv you
surrender, or fight it out?"
"You said it we'll fight it out!"
cried a burly cousin of Black Adam
Ball, deceased.
"You're on!" growled Bill pale,
slipping his rifle out beside the tree.
"Give 'em h I, boys!"
He was unused to this sort of thing,
and he was incautious. He showed a
little too much of himself there was
a sudden keen report from below, and
a bullet hole appeared in the rim of
his hat ! John Moreland fired tie next
shot, and he broke the right arm of
the man who had just fired at Bill
Dale. This opened the battle in earn,
est.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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