The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-11-01


Now" continued h old man, don't
turn your lamps on me like that. Meb-
by i did look through the bottoms of
n few glasses before shacEin' out of
Anhcon6y, but it wasn't enough 10 az
fect my Judgement. Dynamite, thar on
the Off side, is the original inventor
OF the bed-post buck, an he lsin be
plum ~scandlous when he takes a no.
ton. AS fer Terror, the nigh Iloss.
many a time he's kip&ed himself inter
a bow knot an laid out three pulnchers
in the u~ntanelin'. So eff ye--"
Gryce was interrupted by one Of tho
cattlemen grouped in front OF the ho-
tel. waiting for tho Chinese coos TO
sound the dinner gong. The under
foreman was well Known and. in spite
of his many i]narmitlcs, universally
lied: By way of greeting, the cattle
man pleasantly drew n revolver and
cut tho air with n bullet not half a
dozen feet from the old mans ear.
With n tipping hiss the missile
famed away into the void directly
over The rear of the mountain wagon.
so closc to pile OF cases roVcd to t.c
wagon box that Gryce gave ven to Z
terrified yell.
"Howdy. Uncle Ab?" called the cat
tieuan. THE sing of n bullet has q
mighty queer effect on ye, seems like"
You, Zen" shouted Gryce. "you
stop that. II tho pint of that gun mad
been an incl lower the hull passed. of
us would have been wiped of the
map" The old man drew a sleeve
across his forehead. Glory. man..
I'm t%reishtin' 500 o. high explosive.
along With caps an Guse. ter the Wan.
Eagle"
The laughing crowd was Instantly
sobered.
IF the bronl:s are all YOU say, Uncle
Abb said Jimmie. they're altogether
too risky for a load lie thlt."
I'm less aloared o. the team than
I am OF some playful fool like Ben.
thar. Mind what | say about the crit
tors, Jimmie" and Gryce reached tho
front of the tavern just rs the gong
sounded. "Fowdy. boys?" he asked,
taking in his friends with a comprc-
hen5ivc looE. Flows things at Sandy
Bar. CHIP"
Couldn't Ee worse" answered Cliff,
sloomily. "Jac,5 Stursis aot his ticket
across the divide last night
Buy it himself?"
Not much! A gambler from Frisco
handed it out: a 10, and POOR old Jack
never hleW WnII. struck hIill.'
Grycc swore softly. Took care o.
the gambler. didn't yc?" he asked. sig
n%incantly.
INTENDED to. much as could be" an
swercd CIiff, but while we were talk
ing care of the marshal so he couldn't
interfere and making our plans the
gambler got away"
Die he hayc hclp?"
ITS the general yarIiCt That l,o ,1iI
it himself; pulled up Il board in the
floor and dug down &c n drift that led
out on the creek bank"
That's plagued rough" mrttered
Gryce. You'll set i'm, though, won't
ye?"
~ we can. Several parties are out
combing the hills and I'm expecting
some fellows this way before long.
M~urgatroyd has offered / 1000 TO the
man who brings Darrell IN"
Darrell! I've heard o him, but he's
somethin' of n stranger on this part o.
the range. Come in to the bar, Cliff.
an Wen crook elbows 10 YOUR success
in haEsin' Darrcl. Can't cat, anyhow.
till put an edge or my appetite. Any
the rest o o care ter j'ins u.s."
The invitation was eagerly accepted.
During The meal that followed Cliff
aired the whole matter connac5ed with
the killing OF SturEis in detail.
His recital was puuctuated with
angry comments on the part of the lis
tencrs. StuTsis Was known to be q
gambler and n hard citizen. but the
manner OF his taking OF. together with
the escape of Darrell. Appealed s,rcn~-
ly to the latent sympaLhics Of the
rough Il ready rontiarsmen
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