The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-06-21

The doctor could not know how rap
idly the managers household had been
going to pieces in the last four and
twenty hours. He had anticipated a
hard time with Faith, and he was specu-
lating what other pull he could bring
to bear upon her. Suspecting much, but
knowing nothing of her relations with
Darcie, he dared not mention that name
to her; but he mentioned her name
quite frankly to Darcie, that afternoon
when he paid visit to his dodgers in the
cellar, and was struck by its obvious
and painful effect.
HE hasn't made it, I'm afraid" the
doctor concluded, reverting in thought
to the heart solo" that he had charged
upon Darcie. mo; he hasn't made it.
and it's taking every chip he's got to
pay. The poor boys busted, I do be-
heve; and now what becomes of nv
little plan!"
Nevertheless he preached his plan,
for the case of Faith, it seemed to him,
was desperate.
Boys" said he, in his cheeriest voice
I'VE are going to have a regular mon
key and parrot time of it here till the
troops get in. The militias all very
well, and we shall be powerful glad to
see them, but how do we know if they
can stand up to these Molly Maguires?
And I'm not sure the idiots won't blow
up the bridges, or blow up anything
else. There is all Montana to the back
Of 'em, and Butte is run by the Miners
union.
"And Darcie, do you know, they have
found that missing letter of yours? The
gentle Abby helped herself to it, out
OF your clothes, guess; that's the kind
OF house it is at present. She has shared
the contents of it pretty generally
among her friends-used it against You
every way she can, to Justify their
treatment of you, doubtless. They
didn't know exactly what they had
against you before, but now they know.
You must have hit them pretty hard in
that letter. / found this out about ten
minutes ago, and it struck me as very
nasty complication. I'm in hurry to
get you gone. They have marched on
Wardner to deal with the Bunker Hill
and Sullivan as they dealt with the
Frisco; but if some one should happen
to ask: Where is that British spy?' or
Where is big Mike, the bloody scab?'
they could spare so men or so easy. on
special duty, in a case like this; and if
they should come up here by daylight,
your exit up the gulch wouldn't be so
private as one could wish.
Now, | propose you start not later
than tonight. will have my horse up
there in the corral by the mouth of your
winze, and when you hear my usual
on the coalhod out
side the kitchen door take that for n
signal the coast is clear. Pack up a
little grub, and Remember the trail is
bad one at night, and don't press the
pony; where he hesitates, you had bet
ter get down and crawl. Mike knows
how amusing it is on the old trail. 60
ing round Sunset peak. You want to
strike for Beaver canyon by the way
of Carbon, and come out at Charley
Mead's place, the old placer camp on the
river. And there, if you can get boat.
you had better leave the road, and take
to the river. You will avoid Kingston.
which may be in the hands of the
and I don't think you could |
make 1T by the road, anyhow, below the |
big jam, such road as it is, with a horse
and wounded man and girl"
"A gurl!" echoed Mike, in blunt |
amazement; then, catching the doctors |
eye, he held his peace, and went off to
the far end of the cellar, where he
busted himself noisily hauling boxes
around and taking stock of provisions,