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Wile McCager proives ye my hand on hit"

"I seed Jie, es I rid

over hyar," volunteered the e

"Go slo, Saer

"Hixon's plumb full of them Hollmans, an' they're likely ter be full of

licker--hit's Saturday Hit's apt ter be shore death fer ye ter try ter

ride through Main Street--ef ye gits thet fur Ye dassent do hit"

"I dast do anything!" asserted the boy, with a flash of sudden anger

"Soht, mebby I

be Unc' Wile, keep the boys hyar tell ye hears from me--an' keep 'em

sober" He turned and made his way to the fence where his e, and entered the Holl froe, rose and mounted the

horse that stood hitched behind a near-by screen of rhododendron bushes

and young cedars Sometimes, he rode just one bend of the road in

Samson's rear Sometimes, he took short cuts, and watched his eneilant eye Finally, he reached

a wayside store where a local telephone gave coe," he informed, "Samson South's done left the party et ther

it him?"

"Is he comin' by hisself?" inquired the storekeeper

"Yes"

"Well, jest let him come on We can tend ter him hyar, ef necessary"

So, Ji bulletins, from