Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-06-11
fcHAPTER yI1I-(continued.)

(CHAPTER -(Continued.)
you'll find them BOTH, said Glen
lister, "for Mcnamara rode into town
behind me-"
The old prospector proceeded to the
Golden Gate Hotel and inquired fol
Judge Stillmans room A boy at
tempted to take his name, but he
seized him by the scruff of the neck
and sat him in his seat, proceeding I'M
announced to the suite to which he
had been directed Hearing voices, he
knocked, and then, without awaiting a
summons, walked in.
The room was fitted like an Office,
with desk table, typewriter, and law
books. Two men were talking earn
estly-one gray-haired, smooth-shaven,
and clerical the other tall, pictures
que, and masterful. With his first
glance the miner knew that before him
were the two ne had come to see, and
that in reality he had to deal with but
one, the big man who shot at him the
level glances.
1--WE are engaged" said the Judge,
VERY busily engaged, sir. Will you
call again in half an hour?"
Dextry looked him over carefully
form head to foot, then turned his
back on him and regarded the other.
Neither he nor Mcnamara spoke, but
their eyes were busy and each in
stinctively knew that here was foe.
What do you want?" Mcnamara in
uuired, finally.
81 just dropped in to get acquainted.
MY name is Dextry-Joe Dextry-from
everywhere west Of the Missouri-an'
your name is Mcnamara, amt it?
This here, reckon, is your little
French poodle h?" indicating Still
man.
What do you smean?" said McNam-
are, while the judge murmured indlg-
nantly.
Gust what say. However, that
amt what want to talk about. don't
take no stock in such truck as judges
an lawyers an orders of court. They
amt intended to be took serious. They
are all right for children an Eastern
ers an non compos mentis people, I
s'pose, but I've always been my own
Judge, jury, an hangman, an aim to
continue workin' my legislatif, ex-
ecutif, van judicial duties on to the end
Of the string. You look out! My
pardner is young an seems to like the
idee of lettin' somebody else run his
business, so I'm goin' to give him rein
and let him amuse himself for awhile
with your dinky Little writs an re-
ceiverships. But don't go too far-you
can rob the Swedes, case Swedes
ain entitled to have money, an some
other crook would get 1t II you didn't.
but don't play me en- Glenister fer
Scandinavians. It's a mistake. We're
white men, an I'm apt to come
romancin' up here with one of these
an bust you so you won't hold togeth-
er durin' the ceremonies"
With his last words he made the
slightest shifting movement, only q
lifting shrug of the shoulder, yet in
his palm lay six-shooter. He had
slipped it from his trousers band with
the g, Sc Of lo1s practice and absolute
surety. Judge Spillman gasped and
backed against the desk, but McNam-
ara idly swung his leg as he sat side
wise On the table. His only sign Of
interest was a quicAening Of the eyes.
a fact of which DexSy made mental
note.
Eyes,, said the miner, disregarding
the alarm Of the lawyer, you can
wear this court in your vest-pocket
like a. Waterbury, if you want to, but
II you don't let me alone, I'll uncoil its
main,spring. That's all"
, He replaced his weapon and, turn
ing, walked out the door.