The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-06-12

The speakers companions were of the
same mind when no further hostile demon
STATIONS were made.
Revolver Guy bent once more over the
fallen tough and with considerable difficulty
drew the instrument of death from his
bleeding throat. 1t was a slender shaft,
with keen steel point.
mo Injen shot that" grunted one of the
men.
INV opinion exactly" said Revolver
Guy.
The next moment he was unwinling a
bit of paper from the shaft that had been
secured by a thread. He spread it out and
saw several lines scrawled in lead pencil.
This il what he read:
REVOLVER GUY-The avenger never sleeps,
but pursues his prey like hound on the track
of a deer Remember the 10th of May, Is.
Blood calls for blood, and the bullet il already
nodded for the heart of Preston Forge
No name was signed to the communica-
ton, but the gambler was none the less
startled at what he read. His face faded to
a deadly pallor, and his teeth were clinched
until they cracked.
With a low imprecation Re tore the note
into fragments, cast the pieces to the
ground and crunched them under his
heel.
Nv nat was 1t, Captain?
"A threat from our enemy.
We've got lots of EN-. Which one
mout this be from?" still questioned the
tough.
Il can't say; from the fellow who sent that
arrow to the life of Big Andy. I think,
however, that Mad Myrtle may be at the
bottom of this. She has a gang of Indians
to aid her. | long to meet the mad princess.
If she is playing into the hands of Primrose
Pete we ought to know it.
Il kin swar tibet she is, Cap'n," asserted
one of the toughs. Her red devils fit ter
git Primrose away from us t'other night, on
the level nigh Eagles Nest"
True enough" answered Revolver Guy.
"There can be no doubt of the mad girl S en-
nifty. | am nevertheless at loss to under
stand why she should lead the red Montana
devils against us"
She's got Sioux blood in her veins, L
reckin."
"Ah, you have met the girl, Nick?"
You bet. Warn't one o them critters
that got away by the skin o my teeth t'otber
night? Great guns, Capnl she's young
tigress, a alligator on wheels, dancin',
clawin' wildcat"
THAT will do, Wild Nick" interrupted
Revolver Guy. "We will listen to the rest
some other time. Just lend hand and tote
poor Andy to Rocket Bar. The boys'll be
mad enough when they learn that Big Andy
got his quietus from an Indian arrow.
1t may excite war with the Sioux once
more"
Il say faint no red tibet did this" cried
Wild Nick, with an oath for emphasis.
1T matters not" from Revolver Guy.
"Take the body back to the Bar. | will go
on in advance and prepare our friends for
the sad cortege."
Then Revolver Guy tightened his belt
and moved away.
He wished to be alone. His spirit was
deeply troubled over the note he had re-
ceived. 1t conveyed intelligence that Mem
esis was on his path anxious TO send
bullet to his heart.
by my souli who could have penetrated
the disguise of Revolver Guy here in Mon
tana? l left no.one ON that fatal night who
would be apt to follow me. That was ten
years ago, and a red mask of paint hid my
face. No, no; it cannot be that any one
lives who would follow me to avenge the
work of that night decade ago. And vet
the note mentioned the 10th of May. BY
my soul! l will find the writer of that note
and put quietus to his pretensions. | shall
soon bid farewell to Rocket Bar and to the
mountains of Montana"
A smile swept the face of the gambler,
in spite of the fact that his spirit was
troubled.
Yes, a few days, perhaps hours, more.
and I turn my back on Rocket Bar forever.
| shall wed the pretty Nettie and become a
great cattle king. That last stroke of mine
was master one. Hal Perhaps this note
refers to the last tragedy which occurred on
the same day of the month"
Acroio tha emilia c,vart +ba faca of
Montana gambler.
He gained Rocket Bar without molesta-
ton and repaired at once to Dan Snag's
tavern-a saloon and gambling den that
brought more money to its proprietor than
would a small silver mine.
Dan, I'm glad to see you; little
straight whisky"
This was Revolver Guys greeting as he
entered the front room of the log tavern.
Several men were playing cards at a
table near by, no others being in the room.
The foul tobacco smoke was SO thick one
could cut it with knife.
Quatting his liquor, Revolver Guy turned
his back to the dirty bar, thus facing the
four men at the gaming table.
Boys, we're about to have hot times
here in Rocket Bar"
The voice of Revolver Guy, keen and
penetrating, 5u0t llfOuSn TIE IOOm.
No one, however, seemed to notice the
remark, and Guy, the gambler, scowled:
THE reds are on the war-path, and
Rocket Bar is marked for destruction; now
put that in your pipe and smoke it"
This had the desired effect.
Soon the four card players were crowd
ing about the newcomer, plying him with
rapid questions. Others came IN from out
side, and crowd of the Bars worst citi-
zens was soon collected.
"Inunsl Who says Injins?" demanded
burly red-shirt, pushing his way into the
crowd.
II say it" uttered Revolver Guy, in a loud
voice.
Thar haint no reds near Rocket Bar"
My friend, you are mistaken" returned
the gambler, with his hand on the butt of
a six-shooter. "One of my friends was
shot dead, not an hour since, by an In
dian"
"Dumd eff | believe Their yarn"
Revolver Guys weapon came up, and
the cleaning muzzle peered in the face of
the giant who had been bold enough to
doubt the word of the Montana gambler
"Eh! that's yer game, be it? Wah?"
The giant reeled back and dropped his
hand to his belt.