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He took no chances here, for he alone packed a gun. With swift steps Sears moved, pulled Holley's gun, flung it aside into the sage. "Sears, it ain't a hold-up!" expostulated Bostil. The act seemed too bold, too wild even for Dick Sears. "Ain't it?" scoffed Sears, malignantly. "Bostil, I was after the King. But I reckon I'll git the hoss thet beat him!"
Holley to complete the survey of the lots." The survey of the city was commenced on the 16th of September, and completed about the 1st of October, 1796. Holley's notes state that on Monday, October 17th, he "finished surveying in New Connecticut; weather rainy," and on the following day he records: "We left Cuyahoga at 3 o'clock 17 minutes, for home.
An' I'm not wantin' you to call me a liar twice. ... Put your rider up on the King an' come on, right now. I'll " "Slone, shut up an' chase yourself," interrupted Holley "You go to h l!" returned Slone, coolly. There was a moment's silence, in which Slone took Holley's measure. The hawk-eyed old rider may have been square, but he was then thinking only of Bostil.
The lean, gray Holley bent a keen gaze upon Bostil. But Bostil did not notice that; he appeared preoccupied in thought. "Bostil, the dry winter an' spring here ain't any guarantee thet there wasn't a lot of snow up in the mountains." Holley's remark startled Bostil. "No it ain't sure," he replied.
"Wal, Hawk, what d'ye mean wakin' a man at this unholy hour?" growled Bostil. Holley's face appeared above the rude sill. It was pale and grave, with the hawk eyes like glass. "It ain't so awful early," he said. "Listen, boss." Bostil halted in the act of pulling on a boot. He looked at his man while he listened. The still air outside seemed filled with low boom, like thunder at a distance.
The others flash by.... Van's out of the race! ... An', Bostil an', gentlemen, there ain't anythin' more to this race but a red hoss!" Bostil's heart gave a great leap and then seemed to stand still. He was half cold, half hot. What a horrible, sickening disappointment. Bostil rolled out a cursing query. Holley's answer was short and sharp. The King was out! Bostil raved. He could not see.
"Wal now, I reckon I could handle the boat an' fetch Creech's hosses over," said Holley. Bostil raised an impatient hand, as if to wave aside Holley's assumption. Then one of the other two men spoke up. Lucy had seen him before, but did not know his name. "Sure there ain't any need to rustle the job. The river hain't showed any signs of risin' yet.
And Bostil could not keep his glance from wandering back to gloat over Wildfire's savage grace and striking size. Suddenly there came a halt in the conversation of the men, a curse in Holley's deep voice, a violent split in the group. Bostil wheeled to see Sears in a menacing position with two guns leveled low. "Don't holler!" he called. "An' don't move!"
He did not forget Holley's warning, but he disregarded it, thinking there would scarcely be a chance of meeting Bostil at midday. There were horses standing, bridles down, before Brackton's place, and riders lounging at the rail and step. Some of these men had been pleasant to Slone on earlier occasions. This day they seemed not to see him. Slone was tingling all over when he went into the store.
See especially material distributed by the American Iron and Steel Institute in connection with its celebration of the centennial of Steel: "Steel centennial , press information," prepared by Hill and Knowlton, Inc., and released by the Institute as of May 1, 1957. Holley's work is outside the scope of this paper. Belatedly, his biography is now being written. Steel Before the 1850's
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