The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1908-12-18

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for him in the living room.
Ned" she said. Newell has written
Frank letter saying that he will shoot
him on sight unless he consents to
more regular way Of meeting. l got
the letter, opened 1t and haven't said
anything to Frank about it. For heav-
ems sake try and get rid Of Newell
without letting Frank know. In his
condition he isn't able to think about
1t. much less stand up and fight"
1T wouldn't be fight. 1t would be
MURDER" said Pike.
Cant you do something's"
Pike took some tobacco from his
pocket, rolled cigarette, lighted it,
gave few thoughtful puffs and said:
How long has Newell been up herc?"
HE came yesterday"
ever been in these parts before?"
"Not that know Of"
A few more deliberate puffs.
"Just you don't worry. Mrs. Dol
beare, and don't say anything to any
body. I'll see what can be DONE"
With that he went out. mounted his
horse and rode away. Later, after
making inquiries as to where Newell
might be found he rode up to an adobe
house where he saw his man sitting on
the porch.
mfr Neweil?" he asked.
"Yes?" said the other, with a slight
start and placing his hand where he
could more easily grasp his revolver.
1--WE got message for you from
Franklin Dolbeare. He'll meet you to-
morrow morning just before sunup."
"All right When? Where?"
you stayin' here?'
Yes"
well, you start from here with one
six shooter at 8 o'clock exactly and
walk up the road. On the way you'll
meet your man with another six shoot
er. You can crack away as soon as
you like. He'll do the same. Is that
satisfactory"
Eyes; that suits me as well as any
way"
Late that night Pike rode up to the
ranch and asked Mrs. Dolbeare for a
suit of her husbands clothes.
She gave him what he wanted with
anxious inquiry In her face, but asked
no questions. Pike gave her no in.
forma ton. Before daylight the next
morning he had shaved of his beard
and put on Dolbeare's suit. Then he
drew his so,nbrero over his eyes, look
ed al the clock. examined his revolver
and started at slow pace down til,
road
1t was cloudless, crisp autumn
. morning. The altitude was 1000 fee
above sea level. and the nelghborinl
peaks stood out clear cut against tn
, slowly lighting sky. Presently tn
cowboy squatted behind bush at tn
I side of the road. waited and watched
, Ten minutes later Newell turned
, bend and appeared plainly In sigh
p Pike waited. Newell came on. Sue
denly Pike left the bush and appeare
: In the road. The moment Newell 50,
1 him he raised his revolver and firet
( but without effect. Then he fired tw
4 more shots, and as he saw his enem
I. still advance unframed he appeared
be aston.shed. But ut that momer
Pike fired shot This drew anOthe
from Newell, making four Pike fire
a two shots In succession and Newe
Il fred one.
;. Pike now had three shots in his r.
r volver to Newells one. Pike stoppe
) and appeared to be taking a deliberat
!, aim. Ills enemy. fearing he would tn
!. time surely be hit. fred his last shot
!, Then Pike. who had been walkin
: slowly. increased his pace. Newe
II throwing away his empty revolver, p,
II his hand to his hip. drew another m
"a began Il rapid fuslllade.
:. 1.-THE houndw muttered Pike
tween his teeth.
" 1t was evident that Newell had To-
n his head. 1t was not surprising that
70 should He had fred nearly a doze
shots. any one Of which he felt SUI
when he fired 1t would bring down b
:" man. Yet that man kept advancin
apparently getting no nearer. But pre-
emily the shots began to whistle abo,
Pixies head. though SO great was h
enemys agitation that none OF the
told Suddenly Pike stood still. toe
:. deliberate aim and shot his ma
through the forehead.
While Mrs. Dolbeare was dressi,
for breakfast she was told that Til
wished TO see her. Throwing on
-. wrapper. she went to meet him with
~ pale face and inquiring eyes.
,;s cts all right, Mrs. Dolbeare,"
' said.
~ "How? What Is it*'
at ''oh, II was easy enough. Wht
oh these chaps come up here they don
know anything about our distance
They don't calculate on the thinne
OF the atmosphere. When they see
a barn mile Off they think they're z
cd ing to walk right in at the door,"
ON But Newell? What Of him?''
vt "Oh. he's dead! shot him til
he morning before sgppp,"
NORMAN P, WHITE.