The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-30

dppeStIduC0 VI tllc Ieul TOuSu stones
which were used chiefly for the purpose
Of swindling the new chums and green
horns who W ere making their first es-
says in l. d. B.
Lipinski saw that he had "done him
shot in the eye, I" as the camp vernac-
ular had it, and put up his revolver
with what grace he could. The Yankee
took his little triumph very quietly and
asked the young lady behind the bar to
oblige him with sheet of note paper
and an envelope. Then he wrapped up
the false stones, put them into the en-
velope, stuck it down and asked the in
spector to write his name across the
flap, which he did, with a peculiar
smile on his we'll shaped lips.
"Waal, now, that's bet, eh?" said
Salter as he put the packet in his
pocket. CHOW let's take another drink
on it and then go home. It's gettin
late, and I've got to pack. There's no
KNOWN how soon might have to
start.
The glasses were filled again, and the
Yankee clinked his against the inspect
or's with as much cordiality as though
they had been the best of friends in
stead of, as they were now. hunter and
quarry in a chase to the death.
The next day Seth Salter openly hired
Cape cart and team of four horses to
take him to Bloemfontein, which is
about so miles by road from Kimberley,
and when the bargain was struck he
privately informed the driver, an off
colored Cape boy who had made more
than one run of the kind, that if he
would start at midnight instead of mid
day and go via Freetown instead of
Boshoff he should have e1OO for that
part Of the journey alone, which was
not bad fare for drive of less than
an hour. The boy jumped at the offer
and within q couple of hours had ac-
cepted one of twice the amount, with
half cash down, from Inspector Lipin-
ski to pull up at certain spot about
400 yards from the Free State border
That afternoon Salter and Lipinski
met, as if by chance, in the private bar
of the Central, had a whisky and soda
together and talked over the journey
with apparently perfect friendliness and
freedom. The inspector affected to treat
the whole thing as joke, bit of spool
that he was far too wary bird to be
taken in by.
1t wasn't likely that such an old hand
as Salter would try to run anything but
the schlenters after giving himself
away as completely as he had done, at
least not that time-some other time
perhaps, and then he'd see. At the same
time, it might after all be clever and
daring game of bluff, and so it would
be as we'll to take precautions.
Altogether it was an interesting stu
alton, especially for the inspector. Ii he
caught Salter with nothing but the
schlenters on him, he would be the
laughing stock of the camp, and if he
let him go through with something like
e15, 900 packet of diamonds-which
he felt perfectly certain he had planted
somewhere-hi reputation would be
ruined and his dismissal certain. 1t was
a desperate game, and Inspector Lipinslli
was prepared to take desperate measures
to win.
"A 1lItlo UelOre uOOu SalUeT cuanSeC
his plans and said he would so the
next day, and a few minutes before mid
night he got into his cart just outside
Beaconstield. The boy whipped up his
team, and the cart ratified and jolted
away at a quick trot toward the border
The night was dark, but fine, and al
they spun along mile after mile withou
let or hindrance Salter began to thinl
that, after all, Lipinski had funked the
trap that he had laid for him and de
cided to risk letting the diamonds
through rather than make IL fool of him
self by the capture OF Il lot of WORTHLESS
sohlenterS.
The lights of Freetown were alread,
glimmering in the distance across tn,
weld. Ten minutes more would seq hin
safe across the border with the mos
valuable packet of diamonds that hat
ever been run ont of camp, and then
suddenly his strained ears caught TIN