The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-07-22

plated badge shaped like q shield and
bearing the words Marshal No. @"
came directly toward them from a
stonecutter's shop near by.
Look beer. Bishop" he said d!cta-
torially. wizard you git the right to
talk to that man,
Alan looked surprised. "Am break
Ing the law too?'
"You are eff you hain't got a permit
from the mayor in yore pocket"
well, | have no permit" replied
Alan with q good natured smile. Have
you got another ball and chain handy 2"
The officer frowned off his inclination
TO treat the matter as a jest. You ort
TO Eaye more sense than that" he said
crustily. Poles put out beer to work
his time out, an eff everybody in town
is allowed to laugh an joke with him
he'd crack about as many rocks as you
or me-"
You are a durn liar, jeff Dukes
said Pole angrily. you are a-makin'
that up TO humiliate me furder. You
know no law like hat never was en-
forced. Eff | ever git you out in Pea
Vine destrict, I'll knock a dent in that
egg shaped head o. yor'n an make
them eyes look two ways fer Sunday.
You know a gentleman like Alan Bish-
OPP wouldn't notice you under ordinary
circumstances, an so you trump up
that excus TO git his attention"
The two men glared at each other,
but Pole seemed to get the best of hat
sort of combat, for the officer only
growled.
You can insult a man when you
are under arrest" he said. 'beca'se you
know | am under bond to keep the
peace. But I'm not afeerd of you
They tell me you are afeerd o. sper-
its, though" retorted the prisoner.
They tell me a little niger boy that
was shot when a passle o. skunks went
to whip his daddy fer vagrancy stands
at the foot o yore bed ever night Oh.
l know what I'm talkin' about"
"Yes, you know a lots" said the man
sullenly as his eyes fell.
To avoid encouraging the ~disputants
further Alan walked suddenly away.
a hC ma Sh Al AOOh Willis hoN sc VI
the opportunity and followed him.
Il could make a case agin you" he
said. catching up. but | know you
didn't mean to violate the ordinance"
mo, of course | didn't" said Alan,
but | want to know if that fellow
could be released if | paid his fine"
You are not fool enough to do 1t, are
youT"
That's what / am"
"Have you got the money in yore
pocket?' The officer was laughing, as
If at a good joke.
81 have"
"Well'-the marshal laughed again
as he swung his short club round by a
string that fastened it to his wrist
well. you come with me, an I'll show
you Il man that wants $50 wuss than
any man | know of. | don't believe Bill
Barrett has slept a wink sence this
thing happened. He'll be tickled to
death to git off so easy. The town has
devilcd the life out of him. He don't
go by whar Poles at work. mean,
wliar he amt at work-fer Pole yells
ut 'im whenever he sees i'm"
That night when Alan reached home
he sent a servant owe to tell Mrs. Ba-
ker that Pole was all right and that
he'd be home soon. He had eaten his
supper and had gone upstairs TO go to
bed when he heard his name called out
side. Going to a window and looking
out, he recognized Pole Baker stand
ing at the gate in the clear moonlight.
Alan" he said softly. come down
heer u minute. | want to see you"
Alan went down and joined him. For
a mOment Pole stood leaning against
the fence. his eyes hidden by his broad
brimmed SLOUGH hat.
Did you want to see me. PoleT' Alan
asked.
Yes. ! did" the fellow swallowed.
He made a motion as II TO reach out
his hand. but refrained. Then he looked
straight into Alan's face.