New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1908-09-06

loosely in looping bends to a point OF oDhtera-
ton.
But all these things OF elemental grace were
lost on kootenay & Co. They We're busy pot
ting the gophers. 1t was game OF chance Tor
the drinks A shot apiece. and the gopherleSs
marksman paid. \ bullet from kootenay 5
six-shooter had Just rolled to one side little
fawn colored head that for a second had peered
inquisitively from neck ruff OF tawny earth
when Tough Wilkins exclaimed:
links! thar'S outfit trailtn from the east
Give me a kind of jump Wien | tu.St looked;
It's Completed like a Mounted Phce team
He rolled his eyes in apprehension; but the
Others laughed. and kootenay. se1zing the
rung of his chair tipped him to the veranda
floor, CRYING. - Nou scrag neCked son OF a JACK
Dinel what YOU want to throw fright hike
that inter us fer? \ blackboard load OF p hce
trailin' inter Stand Off would sure put us
plumb on the hog, We'd 81 arrested
A : the three men watched giving up the
~ gopher play for raillery of the police, a
cloud of dust beat up from the trail behind the
approaching team. its center spit by the form
of galloplng horse g. -,
"Chinook's eatn' up the trail as II twas a
gen'ral of p'lice on that blackboard, an he
wanted a bite of him.
They saw the galloping horse overhaul the
more leisurely team. His chestnut coat glinted
matches of reflected gold as he Capered IN I'M
willing restraint while his rider conversed- As
horse and rig started again. kootenay called
through the open door. -
Matt Matt Whar the devils that dago?'
he growled to the unanswering interior
4 sinister, olive skinned face hung forward
through the door at that instant, and a pair OF
piercing black eyes, animal like IN their restless
query. searched the little group, as their
owner asked, What you want! Who lose
dis timer
/ !, thumb down Broad
way Chris is roundin up patrons ter the
Lone Pine, an you'd better fry a stack of
bacon cause it's most grub pile time.
That's Scotty Angus's outfit from Mound of
Bones" Cayuse declared. Wonder who's
the man with him"
The blackboard swung up Broadway to the
veranda and tall, athletic man in clerical
black slipped quietly from the vehicle.
Holy Smoke muttered Cayuse in an aap,,
palled whisper. IF 1t amt SKY pilot! An
us a-figgerin it was some man!
Wall" Kootenav drawled "thar's a heft
of beef about them shoulders that l reckon
might prove tough ropin If the owner was
riled, which IN that business they am lowed
ter be nohow. Guess he must be too plumb
law ter work.
The girl slipped from Chnook's back, and,
in a voice that held an imperious tone running
through its apparent softnesS. called, Matt,
Preacher Black IS going to make camp here
tonight Stir around and help get hum 10
Gated
Matteo was CorSican. His vitrioEc blood
effervesced at the touch of kootenays cauStlc
Chuckle, and. turning away IN Sullen anger he
entered the front ROOM flung INTO q char, and,
fitting its back to the wall, sat in an attitude
of inSoent inhoSpItahty.
When Preacher Black entered he stood Tor
a second looking about inqu1ringly, and then
said, I'D like to get room for tonight, and
supper
i'De house full. Dis amt stoppin' place fer
sIv pilots no time the Corsican snarled.
There is room Matt" clear voice con-
tradicted sharply from the door.
As the girl came forward, Matteo, squirn-
ing uncomfortably from the stab of pair OF
fearless brown eyes, growled, Yer well, Miss
Chris; YOU de boss here. I'm jus de cook
chr" Then he staggered to the veranda, and
Chris, calling halfbreed, directed him to take
the preachers baggage to a room.
TT was indeed David kinnaird that disap-
peared through doorway behind the breed
He had ceased to exist as Sergeant of Mounted
Police at Fort Nelson, and had deniSed as
David kinnard on the long cIrcuitOus trail of
deceitful covering. to reincarnate at Mound OF
Bones "a the Rev. David Black missionary to
the good people of Stand of This trans
formation act was known only to himself and
Major Dixon.