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They got some axle grease to spread on the pancakes, and fought with each other to get the pancakes, and they kept Pa baking pancakes all day and nearly all night, and then the squaws began to feel better, and Pa had to bake pancakes for them, and when the flour gave out the chief sent to the agency for more, and for a week pa did nothing but make pancakes, but finally the whole tribe got sick, and Pa had to prescribe raw beef for them, and they began to get better, and then they wanted Pa to go on a coyote hunt, and kill a kiota, which is a wolf, by jumping off his horse and taking the wolf by the neck and choking it to death.
After this no word was spoken for miles. As we drew near the bridge leading into the town of Kiota I remarked half-a-dozen men standing about. Generally the place was deserted, so the fact astonished me a little. But I said nothing. We had scarcely passed over half the length of the bridge, however, when I saw that there were quite twenty men lounging around the Kiota end of it.
"I guess so," was my answer as I lazily opened the third or fourth number of the "Kiota Weekly Tribune." Glancing over the sheet my eye caught the following paragraph: "HIGHWAY ROBBERY WITH VIOLENCE. "Information has just reached us of an outrage perpetrated on the person of one of our most respected fellow-citizens.
Though married now, and apparently "settled down," the Sheriff was a sort of hero in Kiota. I had listened to many tales about him, showing desperate determination veined with a sense of humour, and I often regretted that I had reached the place too late to see him in action. I had little or nothing to do in the office.
Was I to give my life for a stupid practical joke? "Yes!" a voice within me answered sharply. "It would be well if a man could always choose the cause for which he risks his life, but it may happen that he ought to throw it away for a reason that seems inadequate." "What ought I to do?" I questioned. "Go on to Osawotamie, arrest Williams, and bring him into Kiota," replied my other self.
"No, Zeke, I'll play this hand alone," replied Williams, and two minutes later he and I were seated in the buggy, driving towards Kiota. We had gone more than a mile before he spoke again. He began very quietly, as if confiding his thoughts to me: "I don't want to make no mistake about this business it ain't worth while.
"Yesterday afternoon, as Ex-Judge Shannon was riding from his law-office in Kiota towards his home on Sumach Bluff, he was stopped about four miles from this town by a man who drew a revolver on him, telling him at the same time to pull up. The Judge, being completely unarmed and unprepared, obeyed, and was told to get down from the buckboard, which he did.
Presently he asked in his ordinary voice: "What age man might this Johnson be?" "About forty or forty-five, I should think." "And right off Sam Johnson swore you in and sent you to bring me into Kiota an' him Sheriff?" "Yes," I replied impatiently, "that's so." "Great God!" he exclaimed, bringing his clenched right hand heavily down on the bar.
"Yes," I retorted, "Sheriff Samuel Johnson swore me in this morning as his deputy, and charged me to bring you into Kiota." In a tone of utter astonishment he repeated my words, "Sheriff Samuel Johnson!" "Yes," I replied, "Samuel Johnson, Sheriff of Elwood County." "See here," he asked suddenly, fixing me with a look of angry suspicion, "what sort of a man is he? What does he figger like?"
Then, an elderly man whom I did not know, a farmer, by his dress, drew a copy of the "Kiota Tribune" from his pocket, and, stretching it towards Johnson, asked with a very marked Yankee twang: "Sheriff, hev yeou read this 'Tribune'?" Wheeling half round towards his questioner, the Sheriff replied: "Yes, sir, I hev."
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