the news was fetched him."

"Where you located at, Mr. Carrington?" asked Yancy. But
Carrington was not given a chance to reply. Uncle Sammy saved
him the trouble.

"Back in Kentucky. He tells me he's been follerin' the water.
What's the name of that place where Andy Jackson fit the
British?"

"New Orleans," prompted Carrington good naturedly.

"That's hit--he takes rafts down the river to New Orleans, then
he comes back on ships to Baltimore, or else he hoofs it no'th
overland." Uncle Sammy had acquired a general knowledge of the
stranger's habits and pursuits in an incredibly brief space of
time. "He wants to visit the Forks," he added.

"I'm shortly goin' that way myself, Mr. Carrington, and I'll be
pleased of your company--but first I got to get through with Bob
Yancy," said Balaam, and again he produced the warrant. "If
agreeable to you, Bob, I'll ask Uncle Sammy, as a third party
friendly to both, to read this here warrant," he said.

"Who's been a-warrantin' Bob Yancy?" cried Uncle Sammy, with
shrill interest.

"Dave Blount has."

"I knowed hit--I knowed he'd try to get even!" And Uncle Sammy