Kincaid's Battery

the comparative merits of Victor's and Moreau's restaur'--hah! Greenleaf snatched up his light cane, sprang erect, and gazed close into the mi

ing," rema

"Do you happen to be Mr. Samuel Gibbs?--Don't sto

swore Gibbs, "

crubbed: "Why

"he's got to go back thro

"I may as well knock off, too

"you'll ride on; we

layfully remarked Kincaid. The bull-drivers loomed out of the

the handkerchief came forth, its owner smiling playfully and drying his fi

ible, Hilary going half-way with him but recovering and turning to the aid of his friend. Maxime tore loose from his opponent, beseeching the bull-drivers to attack, but beseeching in vain. Squawking and chattering like parrot and monkey, they spurred forward, whirled back, gathered lassos, cursed frantically as Sam fell, sped off into the fog, spurred back again

his knees unaware that the Italian, with yet another knife, was close behind him. At a bound Hilary arrested the lifted blade and hurled its wielder aside, who in the next bre

ng after him. It took Kincaid's strength to hold him, and Gibbs and his partner would have edged away, but--"Stand!" called Hilary,

utcher tarried. Hilary passed the revolver to

bbs was the first to see. "Stand back, you hell-hound!" cried

se (as bidden), and was about to le

e wheeled. "Come, all hands," he continued, and to Greenlea

trying to cut the lasso; the one he had back yonder flew into the pond." He reined in: "Here's where they--Why, Fred

d river, Kincaid and his friend held soft counsel. Evidently the drovers had turned their horses loose, knowing they would go to their stable. No despatch to stop Greenleaf could be sent b

would be an ornament to a field-battery I'm about to take command of. I'd like to talk with

ed in French--"do you want to make a hundred dollars--f

ed and took

y morning outbound train, and here a dozen or so passengers always poked their heads out of the windows. This morning they saw an oldish black man step off, doff his hat delightedly to two young men waiting

," cried the o

watched the train vanish into the forest. Then, as his ho

horse, came up almost abreast of

uncle

in' suit o' clo'es what L'

cut me to

, as to dat, I don't 's

again, but suddenly again was grave. "I on'y wish to Ga

time we meet

e same sawt o' clo'es