The Cairo bulletin., 1906-07-29

| was able TO recall the dates ana tht
name Of the steamer, but the name o.
the chief conspirator-tha pseudo
partner of Fong's--had escaped mt
completely,
MY brain refused to conjure NJ
that name. and soon, in my daily rou
tine, forgot the whole transaction.
1t was fully six months after thu
highbinder murder Of Fong, that botl
! Thomas and found ourselves at /
mining camp called Carbuoy. Durins
our leisure hours, left after duly in
speeding the famous mine, we wan
dered about the camp.
eve walked after dinner and
smoked up all the cigars old Tommy
post Office. In glass sort Of case at
fair, used for displaying letters I'm
called for, where their owners coult
point them out and claim them when
ever they happened to come along
We're several envelopes. leaned above
! them listlessly. gazing, through th'
smoke Of my tobacco.
| zone Of the letters was covered with
Chinese characters, and had the owners
name in English done in a weird ant
wonderful chirography. | spelled Il
out.
! Wan Hop Lee,
Suddenly light broke in upon me
Tommy, Tommy | cried. look
| here. Do you see that letter--that
name Wan Hop Lee? That's the name
of the fellow who was partner once
with old All Fong--the name I've been
| trying to think OF ever since that
morning Of the murder And I've al
ways thought he was at the bottom OF
that bloody deed!'
'Whew' said Tommy. III Wan
Hop Lee is here. there is something
| rotten afoot, I'll bet mint
I'VE got out at once to talk and
think il over. The town offered no re-
treat we cared to occupy; and we
therefore took to the hills beyond.
Stopping abruptly Tommy whirled
half around, and drew long. deep
breath through his nostrils.
q (sniff) smell (sniff) "a fac.
tory, said he
Il asked him what he intended to
do.
Track it, he answered.
Rounding a hillside we found our
selves almost falling against rocky
dump, where the diggings from min.
ing tunnel, trifle above, had been
heaped by the miners.
Whispering, Tommy turned to me:
Wait he said, and disappeared,
"In half an hour Thomas came back
with the square jawed sheriff and six
of the toughestlooking hair-trigger
experts have ever had the honor to
meet.
Moving cautiously ahead we glided
nolselessly into the mouth Of the tun,
mel. The vapors that we're vomited by
the whole belching corridor were near
ly sitting,
burst upon our view, Half dozen
coolies, naked to the waist and glisten.
ing with perspiration, hurried about
with fuel or to stir the seething black
messes that boiled and dubbed over
four roasting fires
One huge Chinaman stood little
apart, watching his companions, with
leering and direful eyes. Ferocity
was fairly embossed on his brutally
horrible visage Mentally | marked
him for a dangerous beast, adept in
murder. With sullen roar the
mountain men dashed precipitately
forward.
Alarmed at the wholly unexpected
suddenness of this attack, the coolies
jumped to the rear. grasping iron polk
ers and tools and shading their blind
ed eyes to peer in the gloom that en-
quilted us,
Backward most Of them fell, yell
ing in wild dsmay. and most would
have fled at once, but the giant China
man hurled them forward with a mon
strous swing of his powerful arm.
Reaching forward to one of the rash
est of the posse, he wrenched the mans
revolver from his hand and nearly
batted his head from his shoulders
with his terrible fist. Over went the
man and on came the fiend, with muir
der and malice tyitching and lining
every inch of his hdeous countenance.
"Once he fired me weapon no held
The bullet plowed aiong the under side
of the arm of one OF us, making a
deep and burning fieshwound, enrag
ing TO feel. The one who got it in
stantly discharged a brain-spattering
chunk Of metal, squarely al the de-
mon, striking him straight between
the eyes and laying him low for ever"
The ex-reporter suddenly ceaaed. as
n his tale were done.
"Well. ut-the other Chinese" /
said. what became Of them?"
They ran too far and blindly into
the tunnel when their chief went
down" said he. An abandoned shaft.
dark and deep was at the end. They
we're never buried elsewhere"
He reached a little forward for a
match, and l. sitting on step OF the
porch below. could hardly help OBJ
serving long. purple scar. that began
near his wrist and ran up toward his