Bisbee daily review., 1907-07-06
SCOTY PUTS UP
 AWFUL BLUFF

LOS ANGELES. July 5.-This Is the queer tale of a Walter Scotti trail. Jack C. Horan, an actor, who became acquainted with "Scotty'' on , the West Coast circuit, is the unfor- tunate hero of the farce comedy which for him was very nearly a trag- edy.
 It was in Portland, while Horan was playing at the Lyric that he first met the Death Valley Faker," about a year ago, and for some reason Scot ty" became very friendly with the young man, although there was no chance of getting any money from him to boost his bonanza.
 Later they met again in Fresno, and then it was that 'Seotty'' said to Horan: You'd better cut this show business out and come down to Death valley with me. I'll stake you to gun and a mule."
 That was the beginning. Visions of gold nuggets lying around loose in the sands of Death Valley fascinated the actor boy and he jcyfully took the new cut that would lead him upon a stage where there were not set piecGn.
 T certainly thought my fortune was made, said Horan yesterday when seen in Los Angeles dead broke" and seeking an engagement.
 The two -cut out the show busi- ness and travelled to Barstow by way of Hanford, where they fooled around" for time. When they reached Barstow, they went to scot tvs" headquarters. a little shack back of a saloon, and there "Scotty" said to Horan:
 Don't have anything to do with the people here, but cut 'em out"
 At Barstow the two fortune seek CTS waited for two weeks for a des- ert blackboard, witch 'SSsotty" or dered from South Bend, Ind. but at the end of that time they gave up the blackboard and started for Death valley with three mules.
 For three days they travelled over the desert and all of the time "Scotty'' told tales of the wonderful wealth of his hidden mine, and of the diTeful perils which beset him every time he tried to visit it, saying that it was as much as a mans life was worth to go there owing to the men who were trying to waylay him.
 At last we came to some noun tains,' said Horan telling the story of the trail. and camped in can yon. That evening "Scotty" came to me and told me in a mysterious manner that there was a bonfire on the mountain and that was a signal that some of those fellows were laying to shoot him. He asked me if I had seen the bonfire but I could not see it.
 The next day they continued their journey until they reached a camp called Hidden Springs" where ''Scotty" told his companion he had his camp The spring is on the side of the mountain, and the couple camp ed in the canyon. The next morning the three mules had disappeared.
 Somebody has run them off said "Scotty," and he started out to hunt them up. but refused to permit Horan to accompany him. Late the same day he returned with the mules, which he said he had found unhob- bled at Lone Willow. They at once started for Bennetts Wells, and had gone about fifteen miLGs and it had become dark, when suddenly "Scotty'' said:
 Did you hear that shot?"
 No; I didn't replied Horan.
 Well, we'd better turn around and not go farther" said the champion faker. There are two men over on that little butte laying for me"
 Not being used to the ways of the desert" says Horan in telling the story, 'I took stock in what he said, and we started back for Barstow. "Scotty" told me that his packer from Chicago would bethere and for me to tell him that we had brought back a couple of sacks of rich ore. Though really, we did not have any, and 1t was a bluff"
 When they finally reached Barstow, Horan says they found "Scotty's' packer waiting for him.
 "The packer of Scotty is A. M. John son. president of the National Life h. surance Company of Chicago, with of fees at No. 159 La Sale street in that city" states Horan. and he had been