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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
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tick to whittle, and settled himself on soap box to continued waiting. Then
ppeared once more the storekeeper,
nd with him the sheriff. "Where'd ye get all thet counterfeit
joney?" shrilled the county officer, atching Jim roughly by the collar.
"That money's all right !" Jim delared stoutly. "I got it off'n the folks p ter Bije Stork's place." The sheriff wagged his head wisely. You keep 'im here, Hicky,'' he ordered,
parted in one of the wagons, bidding Si follow him with another to an appointed rendezvous.
Bije lashed his horse, and tore, bounding and pitching, over the rough roads, till he came to Hiram Garrett's cabin. A fast and furious conference followed, some packages changed hands, and Bije rushed at the mystified Emmy, without warning, caught her up in his bearlike arms, and bundled her into his wagon. The girl screamed, and fought her
yip while I'm in the shack, Emmy ! If
ye do, I'll "
"He'll do nothing — to you, Emmy !" The interruption came with the startling force of a thunderclap, and the man and the girl gasped and stared. Benton Cabot stepped into view from behind a corner of the old shack and confronted Bije Stork.
"It's lucky that I came up here this morning to look over my place," said the young man quietly. "I made some
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It had been Bije Stork's inhuman custom to chain Jim by his wrists and flog him with a mule-whip.
and I'll go get ready. We'll start in bout half an hour."
Jim had no chance to give warning, nen if he had been so disposed, but he warning went forth by that mysterious unseen current that rivals the wireless telegraph, and before the sheriff's oosse had left the county seat, Bije 5tork knew that his shack was their lestination.
Great confusion and turmoil ensued at he Stork establishment. Poor Crishy •eceived her nine hundred and eighty•eventh beating from her husband, on general principles, and as a token of the stress of the moment. Then Bije de
captor, but her grandfather roared at her from the doorway to be silent, and Bije cuffed and threatened her into terror-stricken submission.
Then over the rocky roads the wagon whirled again, the girl clinging to the seat and sobbing hysterically, and the man beating the now frantic horse.
With a swirl of dust and a creaking and groaning of axles and springs, they stopped at the ruined shack of Benton Cabot's ancestral estate, and Bije leaped to the ground.
"The last stop," announced the man, "an' then we'll hit out fer the next county. Don't ye move nor make a
discoveries in my shack, and I am here now to settle with you, Stork."
With a bellow of fury, Bije rushed at him, and they came together with a thudding shock. Fists fell upon hard muscle and flesh, and Emmy stood up in the wagon, wringing her hands and screaming. It was not the first man-toman battle that she had seen, but it was the first she had seen waged for her and for her safety.
Hardened by weeks of constant labor, Cabot was well matched with his opponent, and they sparred and wrestled for their lives, nerves and muscles keyed to the highest pitch of human striving.