Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-17
sharp fer our horses while they are

sharp fer our horses while they are
| about"
"Yes," returned 1, in the same tone
"they look to me like Sacramento gam.
blers, who have murdered somebody,
and had to make tracks for their lives. y
1.-THE Cassius of the pair is bad
enough" said Brent; "but that oily little
wretch sickens me-"
The Objectionable stranger came to
our camp fire.
''Hello, men" said he, with famll-
lar air, sits fine night" and meeting
with no response. he continued, shut |
reckon you don't allow nothin else but
fine nights in this section"
bad company makes all nights bad, "
says Jake chamberlain, gruffly enough.
SAY; and good company betters the
ornerIest sort er weather. The more the
merrier, eh?"
"Supposin its more perarer wolves or
more rattlesnakes or more horsethiev-
ing, scalping Utes!" says Jake, unpro-
plated.
"Oh," said the newcomer little IN
easily, 81 don't mean sech. mean jolly
dogs, like me and my pardner. We al
lowed yo'd choose company in camp.
We'd like to stick our pegs in alongside
Of your'n ef no gent hain't nothin TO say
agin it,"
"It's free country" Jake said, "and
looks poorly rooney round here. You
ken camp whar you blame please
off or on"
"Well," says the fellow, laying hold
Of this very slight encouragement,
''since you're agreeable, We'll fry our
pork over your fire and hev smoke to
better acquaintance"
"He amt squimmidge," said Jake to
US, as the fellow walked off to call his
comrade. "He's bound to ring himself
into this here party, owhoever says
stickleback. He's one er them Alger-
ines what don't know dark hint till 1t
begins to make motions and kicks 'em
out. Well, two more men, with two
regiments allowance OF shootin irons
won't do no harm in this Ingin coun-
try"
"Well, boys!" said the unpleasant fat
ling, approaching again. Here is my
pardner, Sam Smith, from Sacrament
ter; what he don't know about horse
amt worth KNOWN. My name Is jim
Robinson. | ken sing song, tell story
or fling card with any man, in town or
out er town." =
Next morning the two strangers were
free and accepted members of the party.
They travelled on with us without queS-
ton. Smith the gaunt affected rough
Of Dol lpN
comedy. His head was packed with
scurvy jokes and stories. He had a foul
leer on his face whenever he was think
ing his own thoughts. But either, If
suddenly startled, showed the unmiStak-
able look that announces worse crime
than mere knavery.
They tangled their names so that we
perceived each was an alias hastily as
sumed. Smith compared siXshooters
with me. | detected on his the name
Murker, half erased. Once, too. Brent
heard Murker, alias Smith, call his part
ner Larrap.
"Larrap is appropriate" said l, when
Brent told me this; Just the name for
him, as that unlucky mule branded "A.
& A could testify"
II have no prejud!ces against the
family Larrap. But when Larrap's mate
spoke the name, he looked at me as if
he had been committing murder, and
had by an irresistible impulse pro-
claimed the fact. Look at him now!
How he starts and half turns whenever
one OF our horses makes clatter. He
dares not quite look back. lie knows
there is something after him"
The dread Of vengeance, you
think"
l tire OF these unwholesome charac-
tiers l am describing. But | did not put
them into the story. They took their
places themselves. find that brutality
interferes in most dramas and most
lives.