The daily Alaskan., 1908-11-06
THE MAN FROM
 DEADWOOD.

[Copyrtght, 1908, by American Press Asso-
 Giation.l
 It happened in Arizona when that region was catch-all for bad people from the Missouri river to the Pacific ocean. A man entered the Alhambra hotel, cast furtlve glances about him and registered his name, sIas Dungle- ford, Deadwood, Colo. He was shown to room No. 3G. on the floor above there were but two stories in all- where he deposited his baggage, con tained in a red bandanna, and went down to supper.
 While eating hand was clapped on his shoulder. Putting his hand to his hip, he turned, white as sheet and looked up into q mans face.
 "Pardlng, stranger. l thort you was Mark Brown"
 NIT. Dungleford turned to his supper, concealIng as best he could Q sigh of relief. When through he went to the bar, lit a cigar aud smoked with an assumed careless air. Nevertheless from under the rim of his sombrero his restless eye kept sharp watch on every one present. His cigar finished, be yawned, took a candle from the bar and went up to his room, moving so long as be remained in sight of others with a deliberate step, which he in- creased when fin the hall above. En- terlng hIs room, he turned the key in the lock. put his pistols under his pil- low, undressed and went to bed.
 There was a confusion of noises in the room below. Men were evidently gathered there, though what they were doing or saying he could not tell. He got out of bed and put his ear to the floor to listen. Thoro were periods when they talked and periods when they were silent Tired of attempting to discover what they were doing, he returned to his bed and fell asleep.
 He was awakened by the knock of heavy knuckle on the door Starting up. he seized his pistols and jumped out of bed
 Whats wantedT' he said, assuming a grun tone.
 You; open the door!'
 Not on your life|
 "Then we'll do 1t ourselves"
 There was the sound of boot heel against the door, which flew open, and the kerosene lamp in the hall revealed within a stalwart figure standing with a revolver in each hand. Several men in various costumes from that of Mex ican to cowboy faced him.
 You DungIeford" asked one of them.
 "I am. Let the man who denies It stand back and get ready to swallow a lead pill"
 "Of Deadwood?"
 "Yes, of Deadwood. You saw 1t on the register, didn't you? What d'y' want to come up here in the middle of the night Tor to wake man up to learn what y already knowT
 You're the man we want whatever your name is.'
 stand back The first man that steps inside the door is a dead un~
 Be was pale as e ghost and both hands trembled. They were eight to one and all armed. But he was ike stag at bay. They recoiled.
 You've come to hang me. know 1t. But before you git the rope around my neck some of you'll bite the dust. Stand back, say!'
 Stranger, what the"-- one of the party was beginning, but the hunted man broke In.
 Ford tried to Kill me because held a full house against his three aces, and scooped $500 on the hand. shot first; that's all. The Texas man got in my way when l was drunk. As for the woman, found her stealth on me with a carvIn' knife when she thought was asleep. killed all three of lem fair I lit out cause their friends was gettIn' together to do me. But I'm broke, and Tim Bunker owes me a thousand I wanted to git, so I came back under another name to git It."
 "Oh, you're Colorado Pete, air ""
 Certain. Elf y thort was Dungle- ford what d'y' come up here in the middle O the night to git me out for?"
 How long ago did y kill them duffers?"
 "A year last month"
 The gang looked from one to another lnQuiringIy. No one seemed even to have heard of the murders. Finally one of them turned to the man who had confessed that he was Colorado Pete.
 Reckon yer lookin' fer painters. stranger, where there's only coyotes. None of us was here when y done the killin'. by s'pose this towns made up of people as has got homes to set around in and never move on?"
 And v hain't come to hang me"
 "That wasn't the intention fust off"
 "Then what're y doIn' here?'
 eve was hayin' small game be- low" said red bearded man. "Jim Peters, he and me was in for three hundred dollar pot. Jim held q