Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-01-14

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"Wots the good of ycur tadiin out tia
hog cash about hatRtim?"
Hunti,rr I'll tell yer the huntin you-uns
hev been att You've been huntin' George
Lee and his boys since an hour before sun up.
You've been followin' a blind trail up to the
Ridge, until the snow got up and hunted you
right here You've been whoopin' and yellin'
and circus ridin' on the roads like ez yer wos
Comanches, and frightening all the women
folk within miles-that's yer huntin'! You've
been climbin' down paws old slide at last and
maxim tracks for here to save the skins of
them condemned government horses of the
kempany! And that's your huntin'!"
To Hales surprise burst of laughter from
the party followed this speech. He tried to
join in, but this ridiculous summary of the
result of his enthusiastic sense of duty left
him-the only earnest believer-mortified and
embarrassed. Nor was he the less concernea
once OF twice upon him curiously.
Zenobia laughed too, and, lazily turnil
the chair around, dropped into it. "And
this time George Lees loungin' back in h.
chyar and smoRin' his cigar someWhar in s.
ramento," ,he added, stretching her feet
to the fire. and suitin- the action 70 the We.
with an imaginary cigar between the long
fingers of a thin and not over clean hand
1--WE cave, Zeenie!" said Rawlins, when
their hilarity had subsded to more subdued
and scarcely less fattering admiration of the
unconcerned goddess before them. "That's
about the size of it. Ye kin rake down the
pile. l forgot you're an old friend of
Georges"
"He's a white mani" said the girl decid-
edly.
"Ye used to know hims" continued Raw
lins.
"Once Paw amt in that line now," she
said simply.
There was such a sublime Inconsistencies
of any moral degradation involved in this
allusion that even Hale accepted it without
a shock. She rose presently, and, gong to
the little sideboard, brought out a number of
glasses; these she handed to each of the party,
and then, producing a demijohn Of whisky,
slung it dexterously and gracefully over her
arm, so that it rested on her elbow like a
cradle, and, going to each one in succession.
filled their glasses. IL obliged each one to
rise to accept the libation, and as Hale did so
in his turn he met the dark eyes Of the girl
full on his own. There was a pleased curl
osity in her glance that made this married
man of 35 color as awkwardly as boy.
The tender of refres hments being under
stood as tacit recognition of their claims to
larger hospitality, all further restraint was
removed. Zenobia resumed her seat, and
placing her elbow on the arm of her chair,
and her small round chm Ii her hand, looked
thoughtfuliy in the fire. when / say George
Lees white man, it amt because know
him. It's his general salt Wots he ever
done that's UpdelhlnG2d or mean. NOtLin'.
You cant show the poor man he's ever took d
picayune from. When he's helped himself
to pile it's been outer them banks or them
express companies, that think it mighty .lle
folks o their last cent, and nobody talks o
hunUin them And does he keep their money!
No. he passes It round among the boys that
help him, and they put it in circulation. He
don't keep it for himself; he amt got fine
houses in Frisco; he don't keep fast horses
for show. Like ez not the critter he did that
job with-ef it was him-none of you boys
would have rid! And he takes all the risks
himself, you ken bet your life that every
man with him was safe and away afore he
turned his back on you uns."
He certainly drops little of his money at
draw poker, Zeenie," said Clinch, laughing.
"He lost S., 600 to Sheriff Kelly last week"
"Well, don't hear of the sheriff huntin'
him to give it back, nor do / reckon Kelly
handed it over to the express it was taken
from. l heard you won suthin' from him q
spell ago l reckon you've been huntin' him
to find out whar you should return it" The
laugh was clearly against Cinch. He was
about TO make some rallying rejoinder when
the young girl suddenly interrupted him.
don't you take higher gameg Thar's that Jim
Harkns; 60 Tor nm, and Ill JON you"
"Harkins" exclaimed Clinch and Hale,
simultaneously,
"Yes, Jim Harkins; do you know him."
she said, glancing from the one to the other.
"One of my friends do" said Clinch, laugh
ing; "but don't let that stop you"
"And you-over there" continued Zenobia,
bending her head and eyes toward Hale.
"The fact isl believe he was my banker"
said Hale, with a smile Il don't know him
personally"
"Then you'd better hunt him before he does
you"
"What's he done. Zeenie2" asked Rawlins,
keenly enjoying the discontinue of the Others
"What." She stopped, threw her long black
braids over her shoulder. clasped her knee