The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 45, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 16, 1922 Page: 2 of 8
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The Girl, a Horse
and a Dog
Copyright by Charles Scribner'i S«>n
"I'LL GET YOU!"
ftynonalfl. - Under hl« irran«1
father's will, Wanfor.l HrougMion
•o. iety Idler. AihIm hla wlinre of the
es'ate. valued at something like
|440 01*), Ilea in a "safe rer<*ail< ry,
latitude and longitude <1. s. rli ed,
and that is all It may he identi-
fy.! tv the presence nearby of u
brown-haired, blue-eyed k"1, a pie-
bald horae. and a dog with a M'llt
face, half Mark and half white.
Stanford at first rej- irda the >>< •
queat aa a Joke, but aft- : «*< n1d• r
ation aeta out to And bin lefai >
On In way to J> nver Stanford
hears from a fellow 'ravehr,
Charles Hullerton. a mining •• ^i-
neer, a story having to do with a
flooded mine. He has a "hun<h"
thfei mint Is the "safe rep ►sltory"
of the will. Hullerton refuses him
information. On the station plat-
form at Atropla, just aa the train
pulla out. Stanford sees what ap-
pear to be the Identical horse and
dog described in his grandfather's
will. Impressed, he l« a\« s ti • train
at the next stop, Angel* Unable
to secure a conveyance. Broughton
seizes a track-Inspection car and
escapes, leaving the Impression on
the town marshal, Beasley. th.it he
is demented. Pursued, he aban-
dons the car, which Is wrecked,
and escapes on foot. In the dark-
ness he la overtaken by the girl,
the horse and the dog After he
explains his presence, she Invites
him to her home, at the Old Cinna-
bar mine. UrOughton's hosts are
Hiram Twombly, caretaker of the
mine, and hla daughter Jeanle.
Stanford does not reveal his Iden-
tity. Hiram and Stanford go put-
tering about the mine. Stanford
gets Interested In the work ami
falls In love with Jeanle, who saves
hla life. Bullerton shows up at the
mine. He offers Sfv.000 for the Cin-
nabar. Stanford says "No." Hul-
lerton makes threats. Somebody
throws a monkey-wrench into the
pumping machinery. Jeanle disap-
pears. So does the deed of the
Cinnabar. Stanford does up Hul-
lerton In a go-as-you-please scrap
Bullerton says he and Jeanle went
away to get married and she dis-
| stiuitl up to tliem, us conHil«>ntly its If
j ii wi'ro nil in the day'* work.
"I K*'* yiiu now Daddy," I snlil, "and
! If there's a fluht corning to iik. your
inlml |x mine. We'll «lve them the liest
I thought the two old-fashioned guns
and Jennie's pistol promised u poor
bailee for un effective defense, but
Daddy Hiram proceeded to show me
that we had at least one other re
source. In the mine stores left behind
by the former operating company were
two boxes of sixty-percent dynamite,
with fuse and caps, and Daddy pointed
out flint there were good possibilities
wrapped tip in the greasy brown paper
cartridges if the enemy should come
close enough to let us use them.
"I believe you had this all doped out
in advance, Daddy," 1 said, when he
had a neat little row of the cartridges
laid out on the floor. "Hut surely you
didn't expec t to hold out alone if those
sharks sent a crowd of 'jumpers' in to
run you off?"
"Me and Jeanle," be said simply.
"We'd 'a' done our level best; and the
angels couldn't do no more than that.
llere, unless tlie old man was sadly
mistaken In his daughter, was another
and wholly unsuspecter side of the blue-
eyed maiden displayed for me. 1 tried
to imagine Lisette helping her father,
or me, or any lone man, to defend a be-
leaguered mine against an armed at-
tack. It was so funny that 1 shouted.
"Do you mean to say that Jennie w ould
shut herself up in here and load the
guns for you against a mob of mine
He looked up with a prideful sparkle
in his mild blue eyes.
"You don't half know that little girl
o' mine, yet, Stannie, son," he said
earnestly. And then: "She s the only
boy 1 ever had, you see; and she hain't
had any mother since she can r*-11.*•::<-
we saw the army coming. It was a
straggling gang of perhaps a dozen
men; we couldn't count them accurate-
ly because the road on the bench
wound in and out among the trees.
They eame tip within easy ritle shot
and pitched their camp, if you could
call if that, In a little glade. At that
distance we could see that they were
armed, but, of course, we couldn't tell
what kind of guns they had. After
they had taken possession of the small
open splice, two of them set to work
to buiJd a cooking fire.
At the halt in the glade one of the
party Hullerton, we guessed it was—
broke a branch from a pine, stripped
the twigs from it, and made it n Hag-
staff tor his white handkerchief. 1 ti-
ller this flag of truce be ami two of his
men came on, leaving their guns be-
hind. There was a climb of about
thirty feet, maybe, coming up from
the bench to the ledge upon which the
mine buildings stood, so we got a fair-
ly pood Jook at the peace party before
it came within talking distance. Hul-
lerton still had a slight touch of the
wry-neck, and the devil-may-care
Jauntlness which had been his chief
characteristic as a guest of the Twom-
blys had been wiped from his face and
manner like a picture from a black-
As the three of them topped the rise
in the ore road 1 reached behind me
and got one of the Winchesters.
"That's near enough!" 1 called out.
"Do your talking from there, if you've
anything to say."
The delegation halted and Bullerton
took a paper from his pocket.
"I'm serving legal notice upon you,
Broughton," he said, waving the paper
at me, "and 1 have two witnesses here,
as the law requires. I represent the
Cinnabar Mining company of Cripple
Creek. Y'U are trespassing on our
until you get back to yo**r army. If
you or any of your men are In sight of
Cinnabar property ten minutes after
you reach your camp, we open fire.
Since the truce was thus definitely
ended, we retired into our fortress and
put up the bars. As we were closing
lhe doors and making everything snug
1 asked Daddy what kind of human
timber Hullerton was likely to have
in his army, and If there were any
chance that his boast about having
deputy sheriffs In the crowd was to be
taken at Its face value.
"There's not bin' to the deputy brag.
Ike Heaslcy Is the chjef deputy for
this end o' the county, and he'd be
here himself if tliut was a posse com-
inytaters down yonder. As for what he
luis got, there's no tellln'. Most likely
he's picked up a fistful o' toughs and
out-o'-works down in Angels. There's
always plenty o' drift o' that kind
hanglii' 'round a tnlnin' camp."
"Fighters?" I queried.
"Ob, yes; I reckon so—If figlitin'
comes easier than workin'."
With the doors shut and barred I
climbed up on our breastwork to bring
my eyes on a level with one of the high
window holes. The ten-minute ultima-
tum interval had come to an end, but
the raiders were making no move to
vacate the premises. On the contrary,
tween us and the boiler shed It *'M
built as a lean-to against that side of
the shaft-house—and in that direction
we were necessarily blind. The fourth
side, as 1 have said, faced an abrupt
cliff of the mountain, a rocky wall
rising to maybe twice the height of
the buildings and almost overhang-
ing them. At Its summit this cliff
tapered off Into a steep upward slope,
bare of timber; hence we were com-
paratively secure from attack in that
As to provisioning we were not so
hadly off. Daddy Hiram, well used lu
his Jong experience as a prospector to
figuring upon the longevity of "grub-
stakes," estimated that, what with the
canned stuff, part of a sack of flour,
and another of cornmeal, we could live
for a week, though the cooking was
going to be rather Inconvenient. For
a fire we should have to resort to the
forge In the blacksmith shop, and the
shop was nothing but an open-cracked
shed, as I have described it, entirely
indefensible If the raiders should con-
clude to rush It.
wire into the gun-barrel and was lro-
paling one of the dynamite cartridges
on its projecting end.
"LIT skyrocket," he chuckled; then,
with quaint humor: "You s:*md by
with a match, Stannie, and let's see
what all's goin' to happen. When I
say the word, you stick your match to
lieuvens! maybe I didn't enjoy a de-
lightful little spasm as 1 got a flash-
light mental picture of that old man
fumbling around with a lighted tart-
ridge at the uiuzzie of his gun. trying
to poke cartridge and gun-barrel
through a hole iu the door that couldn't
possibly have been over two and a
half inches in diameter—and In the
dark, at that! What if lie shouldn't he
able to find the hole In time? Or if he
should succeed in finding it nml the
ritle bullet should Jam on the wire?
< >r any one of a dozen "lfs"that might
fail tt) rid us of the deadly thing be-
fore it should go otT and blow us to
Hut there was no time to haggle
about it, and the whang of another
In the fulness of time the period of high-powered bullet on the Iron roof
suspense came to an end, and we were ! over our heads speeded things up.
her. Maybe I hadn't ort to taught her property and I am making a formal
to ride hawsses and shoot, and them demand for possession."
things; but it seemed like I had to." | that's the new wrinkle, Is it?" I
I was hoping you might
I passed through the cabin to the
out-kitchen and while I was kindling
n lire in the stove 1 saw Daddy with
an armful of hay and a peck measure
of oats, tolling the little horse down
the path back to the cabin to disap-
pear with it in the direction of the
gulch where the abandoned "Little
Jeanle" claim lay. 1 had the coffee
made and the bacon fried by the time
he got back, and after we had eaten
he blossomed out In an entirely new
role—that of commander In chief.
"This is movin' day, Stannie," lie
announced briefly. "If you'll dig up
all the chuck if ml canned stuff you
can find and tote It over to the shaft-
house, I'IJ fetch the blankets and e
cook In' tins."
I obeyed blindly, and entlreJy with-
out prejudice to a lively curiosity as
to what this new move might mean.
While 1 was emptying the kitchen and
pantry the old man unearthed another
rifle from the closet under the loft lad-
der, and with it a box of ammunition;
and I observed that this second gun,
like the one he had carried on our
pilgrimage of the night, looked as If
It had been freshly oiled and rubbed
up every day since it had left the fac-
"You'lJ have a lot of talking to do
presently," I warned him. "You seem
to forget that you haven't yet told me
what's biting you."
"Maybe there ain't nothin' bit in' me;
maybe I'm just gettln' sort o' old and |
skeery. Hut it's this away, Stannie,
son: Kver since your gran'paw gave
me this here watchin' job, and since I
heard teli how them Cripple Creek
short-card artists socked it to him on
this Cinnabar deal, I been lookln' for
trouble. I hain't been easy about them
Cripple Creek holdups nary a day
since your gran'paw told me to stay
here and hold the fort for him."
"You thought perhaps the original
owners might try to grab the property
Daddy looked up at me from under
his bushy eyebrows.
"'Pears to me like you've got a
mighty short memory, seme way, Stan
nle. Have you done forgot that bunch
o' huskies we saw < ampin' out In Ante-
lope gulch as we come along by there
at daybreak this tnornin'? I didn't like :
the looks o' that camp mticli at the
time; and 1 liked it a whole lot less
after we got here and found Charley
Hullerton sunntn' himself on the door-
step. Made ine sort o' perk up my
"Hut, see here, Daddy." I thrust in, [
"If he's got my deed, or has destroyed 1
it, w hy—"
"Why, he has as good a right to the
Cinnabar as the next one that comes
along, Is what you're goln' to say. 1
ain't dlsputln' you for a minute. But
afore lie can have It, he's got to till e
it, hain't he> And we've got two migh-
ty good liT pieces of artillery that says
lie's goln' to have ne joyful old time
£-takin' It; that is, ii you're of the
same mind that 1 am."
By Jove I I w anted to put my arms
around the old Spartan and hug him!
As I ve said, there were ten or a dozen
it.en in that bunch we'd seen in the
gulch, and he was calmly proposing to
You haven't made her one lota le^s
womanly—or lovable," I hastened to
say. Then 1 blurted out the thing that
had been weighing on me ever since
we had found Hullerton loafing on the
door-step: "Do you suppose they could
—Is there any way they could have
been married yesterday, Daddy?"
"Uh huh; I reckon there was. They
might 'a' gone on down to AAgels.
There's a justice o' the peace down
It still lacked a full hour of noon
when we got our preparations made
and were ready to stand a siege. Then
we waited, and waited some more; and
after a while 1 began to grin. W hat
If we had stampeded ourselves need-
lessly? After all, the men we had seen
in the deep gulch might really have
been tramps, and not a Hullerton army.
Would the mining engineer, unprinci-
pled as he doubtless was, go to the
length of trying to dispossess us by
force? The more 1 thought of it, the
more unlikely It seemed.
"1 guess maybe we were scared of
a shadow, after all, Daddy," I said.
"Bullerton has had time enough to
bring up his army, if he has one."
"I ain't count In' much on his backln'
down," was the drawling rejoinder.
"Ye see, 1 know Charley Hullerton of
old; keen know In' him ever since he
Urst busted Into the ininln' game.
That was over In the Sngauche. lie's
| un all-'round cuss, but he's a stayer. Be-
sides, you roughed hliu up sort o' hurt-
Daddy and I Were Eating When We
Saw the Army Coming.
ful this mornln', and he's got that to
make him spltey. We'll be hearin'
from him a> soon as he gets things
yanked 'round Into shape to suit hitn."
Still, as tlino passed and nothing
happened, It looked less and less llke-
Iv that we were going to have to fight
for our holding ground. I don't know
to this good day what made Hullerton
so slow In bringing up his army, but
it was high noon, and Daddy and I
were eating a cold luncheon, with the
shaft-house door-sill for a seat, when
spring something a little more original.
How are you going to prove owner-
"The burden of proof isn't on us;
It's on you 1" he ripped out. "You
haven't a shadow of claim to this
mine. I've got your so-called deed
light here"—and he shook that at us.
"It's a forgery; a clumsy, childish
forgery that wouldn't impose upon a
blind man ! We can send you to the
rock pile on the strength of it if we
Since lie had stolen the deed out of
my pocket, I thought, of course, that
he was just bluffing about Its being a
forgery, lie must have known per-
fectly well that It wasn't. But Daddy
was whispering In my ear as he sat
behind me. Something like this:
"Ctosh-all-Friday, Stannie, lie's got you
goln'! lie's made a copy o' the deed
and throw ed the 'rlglnal away—burnt
it up, 'r somethln'l"
"You have it all your own way, Hul-
lerton—or you think you have," I told
him; and if I didn't get all of the self-
confidence Into the words that I tried
to, 1 am persuaded that he didn't know
the difference. "I might even concede
that you have everything but the mine
Itself. If you want that, you may
come and take it; but you'll permit me
to say that when you break Into this
shaft-house there will be fewer people
alive on Cinnabar mountain than there
are at the present moment. I shall
quite possibly be one of the dead ones,
but before I go out I shall do my best
to make you another."
"All right," lie snapped back;
"you're speaking for yourself, and
that's your privilege. Hut how about
you, Twombly? This Is no quarrel of
yours. Suppose you go over yonder to
your cabin and stay out of the tight.
Nobody wants to hurt you."
That put it pretty squMly up to
me, too, so 1 turned to the oid man at
"It's good advice, Daddy," I said;
"and this isn't your quarrel. You'd
better duck while you can."
Daddy Hiram made no reply at all
to me; didn't pay any attention to me.
Instead, be stood up on the door-sill
and shook his fist at Hullerton.
"I been lookln' for you and your
kind of a crowd for a year back,
Charley Hullerton, and drawin' pay
for doln* It!" he shrilled. "Stannie,
here, says if you want this mine you
can come nml take It, and, by gum-
mies, I say them same Identical
"All right," sit Id Hullerton again.
"But It's only fair to say that we out-
number you six to one, and we've got
the law, and a few deputy sheriffs, on
our side. You two haven't as much
' show as a cat in bell without claws,
I and when the circus is over, you'll
both go to jalt, if there's enough left
t f you to stand the trip." Then, ns he
was turning to go he flipped the deed
into the air so that It fell at our feet.
"You may have that," he sneered.
"We'd like nothing better than to have
yon produce it In court."
It didn't seem just fitting to let him
have the last word, so I pitched a
small ultimatum of my own after him
as he herded his two scoundrelly look
Ing "witnesses" Into the downward
"One thing more, Bullerton." I called
out. "Your flag of truce holds only
Good - Gosh - to - Friday!
their cooking fire was now burning
briskly and they were apparently mak-
ing leisurely preparations to eat. It
fairly made me schoolboy furious to
see those fellows calmly getting their
noon meal ready and Ignoring my
"Hand me up one of those dynamite
cartridges!" I barked at Daddy Hi-
ram ; and when he complied, I lighted
a match and stuck It to the split end
of the fuse. There was a fizz, a cloud
of acrid smoke to make me turn my
face away and cough, and then a
frenzied yell from the old man.
"Throw It — good-gosh-to-Frlday —
I contrived to get it out through the
window opening in some way, and lost
my balance on the earth bags doing It,
tumbling awkwardly Into Daddy's
arms as I fell. Coincident with the
tumble, the stout old shaft-house
rocked to the crash of an explosion
that was stiJl echoing from the cliffs
of the mountain above when the sour
fumes of the dynamite rose to float in
at the window holes.
"(i-good gizzards!' stuttered Daddy
Hiram, "did you reckon I cut them
fuses long enough so 't you could hold
'em In your hands and watch 'em
"What do I know about fuses?" I
asked, grinning at him. Then I mount-
ed the breastwork again and looked
out, prepared to see the entire land-
scape blown into shreds.
Aside from a few sheets of' corru-
gated Iron torn from the roof of the
adjacent ore shed, the landscape ap-
peared to be fairly intact and still
with us. Hut down on the bench be-
low, the Jately kindled cooking fire
was burning in solitary confinement.
The raiders, to a man, had disap-
"They've skipped," 1 reported to
Daddy, ns I climbed down from the
earth sacks, "and that shows us the
quality of the humanity stuff we have
to deal with. Hullerton will never get
that bunch to rush us in the open."
"That's something gained, anyway,"
said the old man; "and ever' HT bit
helps. Hut If they ain't goln' to take
It standin' up, we got to look out for
Injin doln's; the snake In-the grass
kind. Charley Hullerton ain't goin' to
quit none so easy."
Nevertheless, for an hour or more,
it looked as if the jumpers had quit.
In due time the cooking fire In the lit-
tle glade burned out, and no one
(nine to rekindle It. Around and about
the solemn silence of the mountain
wilderness ringed us In, and it was
hard to realize that the siege had not
I eon abandoned—though we knew well
enough It hadn't.
We put In the time ns best we could
tinkering up our defenses and trying
to provide for all the contingencies.
For one thing, Daddy found a big
auger and used it to bore loopholes at
various places through the wall, by
ileans of which we could command the
approaches to the shaft-house on two
of the three exposed sides. Eastward-
ly, the blacksmith shop Intervened be-
glven audible proof that Hullerton had j
finally made his "dispositions," as au
army man would say. The announce-
ment came In the form of a ritle bullet
ripping through the roof of the shaft-
house ns if the stout Iron roofing had
been so much paper.
"The fun's a-beginnin'," said Daddy;
and the words were hardly out of his
mouth before another bullet came, this
time from the opposite direction, and
it, also, tore through the roof.
"Uot us surrounded," Daddy grim-
aced, when a third shot came from still
another point of the compass; and
within the next fifteen minutes Huller-
ton's demonstration was made com-
plete. The shots, fired one at a time,
and at Intervals of a minute or so,
came from nil three of the exposed
sides of tin1 building, and the time
elapsing between the ripping crashes
on the roof and the crack of the guns
told us that the marksmen were all
well beyond the range of our Win-
chesters, even if we could have seen
them—which we couldn't.
Hullerton had evidently given his
men orders to aim at the roof, for It
was only a stray bullet now and then
that came through the walls. After a
time the purpose of the bombardment
became obvious. Hullerton seemed to
have absorbed the Idea that he could
break our nerve—wear us out. After
the first fusillade the shots came at
Intervals of maybe five minutes; just
often enough to keep us on the strain;
and I don't mind admitting that the
object was handsomely gained. I can't
speak for Daddy Hiram or the dog.
but at the end of the first hour I was
little better than a bunch of raw
As all days must, this wearisome
first day came to an end at last, and
with the coming of dusk the bombard-
ment stopped—with our roof looking
like a sieve.
Hut after darkness had settled down
we were made to feel in another way
how acutely helpless we were. We
could see nothing, hear nothing.
Though we knew we were surrounded,
the silence and solitude were unbroken,
and the strain was greater than that
of a pitched battle. If we were to get
any sleep at all, a night watch could
be maintained by only one of us at a
time; and with our utmost vigilance
a surprise attack would be the easiest
thing in the world for Hullerton to pull
There are no night noises In the high
altitudes, unless the wind happens to
be blowing; no frogs or tree-toads, no
insects; and the silence was fairly
Not wishing to strike a match to de-
termine the exact end of my watch
period, I stuck it out, meaning to give
Daddy good measure. So I think it
must have been somewhere around ten
o'clock when the collie woke with a
start, jumped up, took the kinks out of
his back with a little whining yawn,
and trotted to the door—the one open-
ing toward the cabin across the dump
head. Screwing an eye to one of Dad-
dy's auger-bored loopholes, 1 tried to
fathom the outer darkness, which was
only a degree or so less Egyptian than
that of the shaft-bouse Interiov.
Though I could see nothing suspi-
cious It was very evident that the dog
could hear something. He had his nose
to the crack under the door and was
growling. I quieted him and listened
Something was going on, either inside
of the cabin or back of It; In the dead
silence I could distinguish a low mur-
mur of voices and, a moment later, a
sound like that which would he made
by the cautious opening of one of the
sliding windows. While I still had my
"Do your do," Daddy muttered; and
1 struck a match, sheltered the tiny
Maine in my hollowed hands until it
got going good, and then, with a silent
prayer that Daddy might not miss the
hole, stuck the blaze to the frayed end
of the powder string.
Coming all three together as It
seemed to me, there were spittings like
those of an angry cat, a puff of chok-
ing powder smoke, and the crack of
the ritle. For just about three seconds
nothing further happened; but at the
fourth second or thereabouts—oh, boy!
The cabin was stoutly and solidly
built of logs, as I may have mentioned,
but in the flash of the rending explo-
sion we had a glimpse of doors and
windows caving Inward and a section
of the split shingle roof leaping toward
the spacious firmament on high.
"Now, durn ye," was Daddy Hiram's
morose comment, made with an eye t<>
a peep-hole, "now, durn ye, maybe
you'll let folks sleep peaceable for a
(if course, in the darkness, made
thicker by the cloud of dust the explo-
sion had kicked up, we couldn't tell
what had become of the cabin gar-
rison, or whether or no we'd killed all
or any of It. Hut the Immediate re-
sult was perfectly soul satisfying.
There were no more roof bombard-
ments, and after we had remained on
watch together for perhaps half an
hour, Daddy sent me to the blankets
for my forty winks; did this, and after-
ward played a low-down trick on me.
l or, what with the previous night's
broken rest, and the more or less ex-
iting and strenuous day, I slept like
a tired baby, and when I awoke the
sun was shining in at the two high
' window holes at something more than
an acute angle, and Daddy Hiram was
i making coffee and frying bacon and
baking pan-bread over a' chip fire
built on a piece of boiler iron we had
turned down for hearth purposes the
The old angel took my reproach-
ful abuse for his unselfishness quite
good-naturedly, as he did most things,
and made* his report of the night's
doings. I'p to midnight there had
been nothing stirring; but after that
there had been noises on the black-
In the Flash of the Explosion We Had
a Glimpse of Doors and Windows
eye to the peep-hole a jet of flame
spurted from the dark bulk of the cub- |
In. and simultaneously a bullet tore smith shop side, and Indications that
through the shaft-house roof. The the jumpers were at work on some-
raiders had captured our outworks.
The report and the bullet clatter
aroused Daddy Hiram, and when I
turned he was at my elbow.
"Done crope up on us. have they,
son?" he said in his usual unruffled
manner. Then: "Maybe this Is lust a
sort o' false notion over here. S'pose
you try and get a squint at things over
on the blacksmith-shop side, Stannie."
I stumbled across to the other door,
taking the collie with me. I could see
nothing in that direction; less than
nothing, since the lean-to shop build-
ing cut off what little light the stars
gave. But the black darkness didn t
hamper Harney's ears or his nose, and |
his eagerness to get back to tin real
battle front was a good proof that ]
there was as yet nothing stirring on
our side of things.
Oroplng my way back to Daddy 1
fouud that he had one of the Winches- j
ters and seined to be trying to tit a i
ramrod to the barrel. When I finally i
made out what be was doing I found
that be bud thrust a piece of heavy |
thing In the boiler shed. Since this
lay beyond our field of vision, we
couldn't see what was going on, nor
could we apply the dynamite remedy.
Shortly after we had finished break-
fast the work noises began again, but
with the blanketing blacksmith shop in
the way we couldn't see a thing and
could only make wild guesses at what
the raiders were up to. Along about
the middle of the forenoon they fired
up one or more of the boilers; a whiff
of wind < oming along the side of the
mountain blew the smoke over so that
some of It drifted Into the shaft-house
through the high windows. Still we
were completely lost in the guessing
"If you are in «igHt ten min-
ute* after you reach your camp,
we open fire!"
(TU UK CON TIN U hi
A helmet Is the original knigb* a p.
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Garnett, A. J. The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 45, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 16, 1922, newspaper, March 16, 1922; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc107554/m1/2/: accessed November 20, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.