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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
I WANT JIM TO COME, TOO/ SHE MURMURED
an angry dog, yet he gripped hard, and shot the remaining cartridges aimlessly into the air.
" Peggy, dear!" he shouted, as he sprang to lift the mountaineer. "Get your father up to the house, and leave me to work this thing: out alone ! ' '
She did not speak; there was no time ; a distant crashing in the woods heralded the onrushing revenuers.
Hatfield staggered to the glowing coals and rapidly "kicked them around the floor, and, as the government men broke cover, and came, yelling, across the clearing, he saw the first flames lick along the walls. They found him, white and bleeding, but their offers of assistance he waved aside.
' ' Go find him, ' ' he muttered. ' ' He has escaped me, after the devil's own row. He took a course down the mountains,' ' he added, pointing with his uninjured arm up the valley.
A few minutes later he joined Peggy and the woodsman on the knob, in front of the sentinel shack, and the three watched the flames devour the still, each busy with his thoughts.
As the flames, the color of the sink
ing sun, died out, and the knob was bathed in soft twilight, Hatfield turned toward them. The old man's eyes seemed to be looking over the mountains to a far-away rift in their side. Almost a score of years ago he had come thru it, with Peggy in her mother's arms.
"Come, little yun," he muttered, taking her hand, "hit's time fer us to cross the Gap."
But Jim held her other hand, and so she stood between them.
Peggy looked at her father1 tenderly, then at the other equally so.
"Yes, pappy, but I want Jim ter come, too," she murmured.
"Well, dear one," said Jim, tenderly, "I have done my duty to the government in destroying that still, and am due back home, but I shall not go without you."
Down the steep mountain pass rode the revenue officers that night, happy in the thought that their mission was accomplished, but they rode alone.
Hatfield had decided to seek his fortunes in the mountains.