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CHAPTER III
Qollath of the Hille.
Dale awoke a little after daybreak,
rose and dressed himself, and went
out by way of the door beside the
huge stone-and-clay chimney.
The mountain air was bracing. Dale
threw out his chest and sturted eugerly
for a walk.
The road led past the cabin of
Orandpap Moreland. When Dale was
directly In front of the log house, he
saw the aged mountaineer standing on
, a rickety sawhorse beside the stone
step at the narrow porch; Orandpap
Moreland was helping a gray cat down
from the roof.
"Mornln* I I was Jest a-takln* that
thar cussflred old pest down offen the
roof. I've took him down every mornln'
as reg'lar as I make fires, fo* three
year or more. Ef It wasn't bad luck
to kill a cat, I' shoot him, mebbe."
After breakfasting with John Moreland,
BJ11 Dale borrowed fishing-tackle
from his host, and set out alone for
the little river.
There were many shoals and rapids,
and he went almost half a mile before
he found a place to his liking. It was
a beautiful spot. Above, the wpter
poured between two great boulders
with a gentle roar; below, It shallowed
out over round stones. Overhead
towered tall white sycamores.
Not until he had put a minnow >11
the hook and cast It out did he "see
that he was not nlone at the pool. On
the other side, less than sixty feet
away, Babe Ltttleford sat on u stone
the size of a sainII barrel; she held
a cane fishing-rod in her hands, and
her bare feet ware In the water to her
ankles. She was looking squarely toward
Dale, and there was something
akin to reproachful anger In her long
brown eyes.
"Good morning!" called Dale, lifting
his hat.
There wus no reply. There was not
even a change of countenance. Again
Dale called his friendly greeting, nnd
again there was no reply. It nlnued
Dale.
A few yards down the stream the
whits body of a sycamore lay from
one hank to the other; It had been
blown there by a recent storm. Dale
wound his Mnel went down and crossed
by means of the prostrate tree.
She didn't even look around when
he walked up to her and spoke again.
It struck him as being decidedly odd.
"I say," he told her, "you're as
chatty as a set of stencils. Tou
mustn't talk so much, y'know."
Her eyes smiled at the river, but
Dale couldn't see her eyes.
"Do you like violets, Miss Littleford?"
he asked next.
In the hlack, mica-starred soil at
his feet grew a carpet of the finest
lolets he had ever seen. Babe let the
tip of her cane rod fall Into the wnter
and looked around.
"It sounds funny to hear a man talk
o' sech little things as vl'iets," she. declared.
"Most o' men don't think o*
noliiin' but workin', liuntin', flglitln'
^ and eatln'. Tm a little mnd ut you!
1 went home yeste'day?and I think
1 run might' nigh the whole six mile?
and fixed up dinner to' you, 'cauae I
onderstood you was a-comln* to our
bouse?and you went to them lowdown
ilorelands!"
"I beg pardon," he aald contritely;
didn't know you were especially ex
There Was No Rsply. There Was N?1
Even a Change of Countenance.
porting me. 1 had business/' he added
"with John Morelnnd."
There came to his ears from some
where down the river the chorus ol
a rakish old hill song, and the volet
was thut of the lanky moonshiner, Bj
? Heck?
"Oh, when 1 die. don't-* bury me deep,
Put no tombstone at my head and feet
Put a bear's Jawbone In my right hand
On my way to the Prom-laed U-a-and
Oh I On my ..way to the Promised
Land!"
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on the More land side of the river th?
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"HI. thnr, BMi. old T>oy!" he yelled.
I "HI, thur, Babe! Either of ye'uns
ketched anything?" |
! Ben IJttleford's daughter held up a
fish proudly. Heck slapped his thigh
with his slouch hut.
"Good fo' you!" he exclaimed. "But (
they ain't a-bltln' Jest right. The
moon's wrong, and the signs is wrong,
fo' tlshin'."
At that Instant John Morelond up{ eared
at Ileck's side. He seemed very
serious about something.
"Bill Pale," he called, "come over
here."
Wondering, Dale put down his rod
and turned to obey. Two minutes later
he stood before John Morelnnd.
"I Jest wanted to tell ye," and the
mountaineer almost closed one alert
grey eye, "'at ye're purty shore to
git Into trouble over thnr."
"I'm an able-bodied man," Dale returned
smilingly.
"You shore are," frowned Morelnnd,
"but mebbe you ain't used to durncd
hard Hghtin'."
Not used to hard fighting! Pale's
smile broadened. Once he had whipped
a heavyweight pugilist; and he had
fought as a matter of principle, and
not for money or prestige.
Morelnnd suddenly Jerked one thumb
toward the other side of the stream.
Dale looked and saw, standing beside U
naoe lattterora, n quite formidable tJ
man. He liad the height and breadth, R
almost, of a Goliath. He was black' P
e.vejl and black-haired, and his thick, k
short heard was curled like the hair . v
between a hull's horns. In one hand |
he carried a repeating rifle as lightly *
as though It were a mere strnw. , ci
One of his. great arms suddenly e*
straightened toward Pale, and a voice d
as grufT as the growl of a hear said
hotly: h
"What was you a-doln' here a-taikin' w
to my gyttrl?" a
Babe l.lttleford looked angry. Dale rl
flushed, then went pale. . t
"I Jtave' a habit of talking wjth '
whom I please." he said evenly. b
"Spoke like a man," drawled the d
lanky Ileck In a very low tone. c
Goliath of the hills stared unbellev- o
ingl.v. Pale said in an undertone to o
John Moreland: "Is It that Hall fel- t<
low?" l?
"Yes," answered the hillman; "It's
Black Adam Ball." c
Ball dropped his rifle to the
violets, slowly clenched his huge and v
hairy hands, and thrust his hea.'ded n
Jaw out aggressively.
"I dare ye over here, ye pink cow- d
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"If you have any business with me, li
come over liere and transact It," Dale a
retorted. "I won't run."
"That's Moreland terrytory," Rail e
objected. "Rut I'll meet ye half way. v
and I dare ye to take me up, ye lace- .
trimmed pink mollycoddle!" S
Half-way would he the middle of the \
river, and no place for a Unlit, surely, n
Rut Dale was nettled. His temper,
the temper that he had never been t
able to keep wholly under control, was r
rising fast. He threw off his coat ami ii
! hat and rolled the sleeves of his soft k
J shirt to 'tis elbows. Then he waded j
| Into the pool. The slowly moving >
waier was up to his waist at the ball- r
way point, and the bottom was of
hard-nrC'.? d sand.
The Holiutb stared unbelievingly. ' f
He was not accustomed to having his >
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challenges thus accepted. Fie throw j r
off Ids hat and went to meet the lithe j 11
young stranger. N 1
Bill Dale squared himself and put '
up his guard. Adam Rail came on, ^
and he was scowling wickedly. |
Rail rushed, the clear water swirling ?'
In his wake, and let out with a power- "
ful right. It was a blow to crush an >
ordinary man's chest In; but, to Rail's 11
surprise. It failed to land. Dale evaded
It cleverly, and at the same time sent '
a swift left uppercut to the other's
oull-llke Juw. Adam Hall muttered two
wicked words and steadied himself;
he had caught a tartar. A moment,
and he led out again, and he missed
again; but he followed it with a blow I
that tuade a red mark on Bill Dale's
shoulder. (
"How's that, ye pink coward?" he
crowed.
"All right?how's this?"
And Dale sent on a mighty blow
that rebounded dully from the giant's
chest and elicited only a harsh laugh
of contempt. There was little to lie
gained by striking a man like Adam
Ball on the chest; Dale knew ^iow
that he must reach a more vulnerable 11
spot. i
Then he feinted with his left and
drove his right to Ball's mouth; bring- *
lug blood. Ball roared In his blind r
rage and dashed toward his antagonist, *
resolved to get a clinch. But Dal#
eluded the terrible arms, although in
so doing he received a blow on the 1
temple that made him dizzy for a fevseconds.
> While Ball was again engaged In
frying to gain the advantage of i
clinch. Granny I leek made her appear>
ance on the Mnreland bank. She
promptly launched her sympathies in
' a manner that pleased both her gaping
f son and the watchful and silent John
! Morcland.
' "Hit him in the stummlck, Mr. Hill!"
she cried over ami over. '^Ilt him
uhar he lives at!"
The combat grew hotter and hotter.
Both landed frequently now. The faces
j of both were bleeding, and each spat
red now and then. Their clothing had
I -been torn away to the belt, ahd their
t magnificent wet bodies glowed in the
3 morning sunlight. Dale had seriously
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teel. But still he fought on doggedly,
etermlnedly, desperately, minute aftr
minute.
Those on the two banks watched it
II with suppressed excitement. Babe
.Ittleford stood In the* edge of the
ater. with her hands 'clasped below
icr throat, her face was pale. John
lore land,* who had witnessed many
titer great tights, himself a fighting
inn, hud never before beheld such a
on test of strength and endurance as
his; Bill Dale had won .John Moretnd's
heart for all time to come.
Rut the blows of the fighters were
rowing weaker now. The sound of
heir labored breathing rose distinctly
ver the gentle roar of the sparkling
waters above. ^
Then the watchers saw Adam Ball
unge at his man, saw Dale stumble
tit of sheer weukness, saw Ball's
ilglity hlood-streaked arms close
bout the beautiful white body and
tig It close to his great and hairy
best. A moment, and Ball was bendtig
Dale slowly backward and downward
more by reason of weight than
f strength; another moment, and Ball
was about to sink the brown head unler
the surface!
Babe Dlttleford gave a smothered
ry. John Morelnnd stepped toward
lie water and shouted-hoarsely:
"Don't ye drowned him Adam! Kf
e do. ye'll answer to me!"
Dale had gathered himself for a last
ove. lie slipped downward suddenly,
uiiersing himself completely, and
i.ot one arm uround Ball's thigh;
..en. by a great effort, he rose with
!:e giant and overthrew him, and
tnjgerod free!
Ball's hairy face came to the surface
"St. Dale fought hack the pain of
" e water In his lungs, and the pain
1of sharp and Jugged silvers of steel
\ his hands, and struck madly, half
tally, at the Hateful face. He kept
! down, hut It wouldn't go under the
ater completely. . . .
\dain Hall began to drift as though i
t.'dutis Cjwu the strenm. Rill Dale I
ollowed, still tlghting weakly, choking
is he breathed. Hut soon he ceased
? strike. He snw, instead of the beast-,
"..e face, (lashes as of distant summer
uhtning, and red blotches against a
ick blackness. The Notches faded,
ud all hecume dafk to him; he
itched forward, gasping, and began
> drift down the stream with the
anqulshed BuLL,
Babe Littleford was standing in the
uter to her knees. When Dale sucumbed
to utter exhaustion, she startd
toward him, to save him from
rowning. She felt strangely drawn
>wurd the big, white, clean man who
ad whipped the Goliath she had alays
dreaded. But she had gone only
few yards toward the center of the
iver when John Moreland and Sam
leek reached the unconscious figures.
Heck drugged Ball to the Littleford
nnk and left him lying there, face
own ward, on the sand. Moreland half
arried, half dragged Bill Dale to the
thcr bank. Babe Littleford waded
ut. She paid absolutely no attention
o the worsted bully. She stood lnentiy
watching the iiuip fortn'of Dale.
"Is he dead, John Moreland?" she
ailed tremulously.
"No, Babe," Moreland answered, his
olee not unkind; "he ain't anyways
igh dead."
He and Sam Heck took up Dale's
ripping figure and bore it away. Babe
uiit-iuru ran to ntgner ground, hid
erself behind a clump of sassafras
ml watched them.
Granny Heck followed with Dale's
oat and hat. She chattered all the
ray across Hie meadow?
"Now what did I tell ye, John and
lain? What did I tell ye? ha, la!
Vnsn't It a master tight, like I said?
iow wasn't it?"
"Sometimes ye make nie a little
ired, granny-woman," Moreland renonstrated
gently. "The' ain't nothin*
11 forcliune-tellln'. You've Jest been
lere fo* so long 'at you know how to
edge the future by-the past. And
ou're a tol'able good guesser, too, I
eckofl."
Granny Heck tlared tip 'quickly:
Ain't nothin* in forchune-tellin'!
iow don't go and fool ycself, John
loreland. You listen to me about a
inlf minute, John. I seed more in the
up 'an I told Mr. Bill. I seed blood
nd death. I seed a big fight atwlxt
he Morelands and the Llttlefords!"
"That's easy to guess at," John
loreland replied. "You know, o'
ourse, 'at Black Adam will do all he
an to bring trouble to us on account
i* Bill Dnle a-slayln' with us. Ami
mi know It ain't never onpossihle to
intch up war atween us an<l the Idtlefords.
.Jyst run on ahead, Granny
leek, and tell my wife to hunt up
ome kind o' good liniment fo* Bftl's
iruises. Tell her she needn't to waste
line a-lookin' up any bandages. This
nan here is like me: he wouldn't A'ear
mndages, 'cause they look had."
When Dale came hack to a state of
onsclousness, he was lying under
overs In the carved black walnut bed.
teside hlin stood John Moreland, who
ield in one hand a bowl containing a
lot herb brew that his wife had pretared.
Granny lleck, her son By, and
Jrs. Moreland stood not far away.
"This here'll be good fo' ye, I think,"
iald Moreland, nodding toward the
.owl io his hand. He went over and
?nt an arm around Dale's shoulders
iml helped him to sit up.
Dnle drnnk the stuff with difficulty.
"Much obliged," he muttered thickly.
'!?let's see, did I whip?how did it
>nd? He didn't lick me, did he?that
ellow Ball?" I
"He shore didn't," smiled Moreland.
'Not by a big sight. He fell out fust.
Us own pap won't hardly- know him,
-till I"
News travels rapidly In the big hills.
The Morelands begnn to gather at the
ionic of their chief to see the man
*ho had whipped Black Adain Ball;
very Moreland able to walk came to
iee BUI Dale. For three hours he was
Ionized, but he didn't enjoy It; the
vater had left many pains In his
best, and his head ached dully, and
\ls hands still felt as though the hones
vere shattered In them.
Came a thunderahower that after10011,
and the mountain evening fell
vlth a chill. A fire was made In the
vide atone fireplace In the guest's
00m, and when supper was over the
'ainllj gathered there with Dale, who
efused to be kept In bed.
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To seal in |
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the log walls, I)ule said to John Moreland
:
"If your brother David could know,
don't you think he'd want you to get
the value out of the coal.?"
John Moreland bent forward to rest
his cliln In his hands. His sober grey
eyes stared thoughtfully toward the
fire.
"1 ain't never looked at it tliataway,"
he said.
"That's the right way to look at It,"
I llo/'l? l**wl Hnlft ? ?! * ? ? -- * *
.. Dill ,11111 SIUIIIKIM I
pell the property as It Is."
The mountaineer turned an inquiring
face toward his guest.
"How In thunder could I handle It
ef I didn't?"
"Why not let me develop it for
you?" Dnle said earnestly, eagerly. "I
won't charge you anything above expenses,
and I won't he extravagant."
"It'd take consld'able money lo start
things a-movin'. Have you got It?"
asked Moreland.
"No, hut I can get It. Almost anybody
would be willing to lend money
on so good a thing as this, y'know."
For a little while Moreland sat there
and looked squarely at Dale, who returned
his gaze without a sign of
flinching. The hillman was trying to
And a motive.
"How conies It 'at you, who ain't
Wnowed u? hut two duya," he detnander
can be so much int'rested
in us?"
The question deuiande?i : mightforward
answer. Dale realized thai
there was but one way In which he
could give a satisfactory explanation,
and that that was by telling the truth?
but not the whole truth, as he
surmised It, for then his efforts would
go for naught.
Moreluiul was speaking again, and
his eyes were brighter now.
"1 agree 'at David would want ua
to ueveiop liie coal, ef he v.ouiu know.
It's like a light a-breakin' to me. But
that coal Is sacred to us, Bill Dale,
and afore ye go any fu'ther I'll haf
to ax ye to tell me all about yeself.
A city man up here In the wilderness?
It don't look s'plcious, Bill, mebbe,
but?well, 1 hopes ye can pardon me
fo' axln' It I shore got to be keerful
about Brother David's coal. Addie
and the boys'U go out and leave jest
us two In here; and when ye're a-talkln'
to me It's the same as tarkln' to a
tombstone so fer as tellln' Is eonsarned.
Addie, honey; Luke, you and
Cale?"
Mrs. .Moreland and her sons arose
and left the room, closing the door behind
llietn. Kill Pale paced the floor,
arms folded, brows drawn. Finally he
halted before the Moreland chief.
"There's nothing I'm ashamed of, 1
guess." he said. "I don't like to tell It
simply because I don't like to tell It.
But?I'll do it."
lie sat down In his sheet-skln-llned
rocker, lay back and closed his eyes
as though to visualize the story, to
live it over.
"Maybe It's not very much In oiy
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favor, John M<<relatid," lie began,
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