Evening star., 1898-07-16

husky chap" said major. who'll you get?"
! Bulldog Carney's the man, sir" re-
/ piled Corporal Mall.
| Get him., commanded the officer.
| 'Lanky' Ball found Carney after much
| tribulous search; found MIN at Nanny
| Nolan's, found him amidst the glamor of
| many tin lamps, the smoke from which
mingled with the odoriferous steam of fry
| ing pork, and filed the big tent with
| soft, summer-iike haze
| Looked at from some angles, Carney was
| Just the man to go after the slayer of
| whisky Sanderson. He was a big, pow-
| erful man. as big as the one they were
| after. He could handle Pearl" that was
| his big Colts with a dexterity that COM
| manded universal respect Long since he
| had filed away the sights and when II was
necessary to place several bullets in a
| limited time, he famed his gan-turned
it into miniature Gatling. Apart from
! this proficiency, and certain irrtability of
| temper, he was high roller.
| Sometimes the police were hot on his
| trail as leader of big whisky OUTFIT, and
| sometimes he was on their side fighting
! shoulder to shoulder to put down some
| tough gang. He didn't approve of tough
! ness as a pastime.
BE gentlemen" he used to say. Gen
| tlemen can't work and gentlemen must
| have money, but don't be tough for the
fun of the thing-there is no fun in it,
| When "Lanky" Ball explained to him
! what he was wanted for, and that there
was reward Of $500, half Of which he
|
did the job, he replied: Cert, I'll go, for
| I'm getting stale here. The games ahead
| of me- here and need a stake to start in
| again.
| that they would be sure to have an early
| start on the trail next morning. Over their
| pipes, between grub pile and blanket
time" they drifted on to the subject Of
| the dead man and Anvil Santley.
''Pll bet you an even fifty" said Carney,
that Santley didn't do this job
| I've good cause to have down on him
| myself, for I've got his signature across
the bridge of my nose, where his big
sprawlin' English fist caught me unawares
| one night. But he'll show my trademark
right enough every time he parts his hair"
| he added, by way of vindicating his out
ragged honor, for 1 carved his lofty brow
for him, and IL his skull hadn't been SO
| damnably thick perhaps we wouldn't be
chasin' him now. All the same, he's not
! the sort to lay man out for the fun of
the thing; he never had any dealn' with
Whisky Sanderson. for he wasn't In the
know. He was all right for sport, but the
boys hadn't any use for him when they
were runnin' the stuff in
Til just go you fifty, Carney" said the
corporal. The old man doesn't make
| many mistakes, and If we can get to the
| second crossin' of the river before SantIey,
! wen bring back the man that laid Sander
! son OUT
It's bet, then" said Carney, and there
| was queer smile about thu regular lips
| set SO firmly in the square Jaw.
| Then they Clipped In with their two
| blankets and slept under one cover back
| to back, with their feet toward the small
| Smoldering campfire; slept soundly, as lust
| men should-"Bulldog Carney" gambler,
| whisky smuggler and special BILE, and
'Lanky" Ball, plain corporal In the N w,
| NJ. p.
Hes ahead Of u.s." said Carney, as they
galloped side by side the next day. Il
/ picked up some tracks back there and here
| they are again. He doesn't seem to be in
| any hurry, Aough, for according to the
| tracks, his cayuse has been taking 1t pretty
| easy"
That afternoon, when they struck the
| crossing, they couldn't find anybody who
| had taken Santley across the river.
| He must be on this side somewhere
and watch the crossing I'll try and look
| him up on this side. He'll be about some
| of the gambling dives, likely
He looked him up. He found him. In
| the queens name he was made prisoner
| Santley laughed when the corporal told
| him he was wanted for murder.
It's some blawsted debt. I fancy" he
| said: and the murder racket is only
blind; but IN go all the came. I'm half
| sorry left the beastly hole. anyway, it's
| so beastly slow down this way"
| When they came back to the crossing
Carney was gone-gone, cayusa and ALL
| over the river; he had given the ferryman
| 800 to take him across, so the ferryman
/ told the corporal.
Hes a queer fish," said the boatman
| '1 didn't want to cross till the morning:
but he got me down there by the boat, and
| gave me my choice between $40 and plug
| Of lead from that gun he spun around on
| his foretnger."
The corporal was dumfounded .sJt,s