Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-22
TIMEsR REPUBLICAN, MARsHALLTOwN IOWA, MAY ~, 1909

TlMES.RE u BLICA
on q fool business like that" asked
as Bill Dancing took long
steps from the room toward the ofice
Of Sykes, the cashier.
"He didn't know me to-day, but he
will tomorrow" said the stranger, re-
fectively. Goods, what I've seen that
man go through IN the days Of the
giants! Why, George, this will keep
the boys talking, and they have to do
something. Spend the money; the
company is making 1T too fast any
way; they moved $4,000 cars one day
last week. Personally I'm glad to have
a little fun out of 1T; 1t will be hell
pure and undefiled long before we get
through. This will be an easy way
Of letting Sinclair know I am here.
Bill will report me conf1dentially to
him as suspicious parsonage"
To the establishment of Sykes. the
superintendent confirmed over the tel
ephone Dancing's statement that he
was to draw some expense money Bill
asked for $25. Sykes offered him two,
and Bill with some indignation &C.
cepted five. He spent all OF this in
trying to find Sinclair. and on the
strength of his story to the boys Dor
rowed five dollars more to prosecute
the search. At ten o'clock that night
he ran into Sinclair playing cards in
the big rooms above the Three Horses.
The Three Horses still rears it's
hospitable two-story front in Fort
street, the only one of the Medicine
Bend gambling houses that goes back
to the days Of 81; and 1t is the boast
of its owners that since the key was
thrown away, 80 years ago, its doors
have never been closed, night OF day,
except once for two hours during the
funeral of Dave Hawk. Bill Dancing
drew Sinclair from his game and told
him Of the talk with McCloud, touch.
ing 1t up with natural enthusiasm. The
bridgeman took the news in high
good humor and slapped Dancing on
the back. Did you see him alone,
Bill?" asked Sinclair, with interest.
Come over here, come along. want
you to meet a good friend. Here, Har.
vey, shake hands with Bill Dancing.
Bill, this is old Harvey Du Sang,
meanest man in the mountains to his
enemies and the whitest to his friends
-eh, Harvey?"
Harvey seemed uncommunicative.
Studying mis- hand, ne asked III d sour
way whether it was jackpot, and
upon being told that 1t was not, pushed
forward some chips and looked stu.
pidly up-though Harvey was by no
means stupid. Proud to know you,
SIR" said Bill, bending frankly as he
put out his hand. Proud to know any
friend of Murray sinclair's. What
might be your business?"
Again Du Sang appeared distracted
He looked up at the giant lineman,
who. in spite OF his own size and
strength, could have crushed him be-
tween his fingers, and hitched his
chair a little, but got no further to-
ward an answer and paid no attention
whatever to Bills extended hand.
Cow business, Bill" interposed Sin.
clair. Where? Why, up near the
park Bill. up near the park. Bill is an
old friend Of mine, Harvey. Shake
hands with George Seagrue, Bill, and
you know Henry Karg-and old Stormy
Gorman-well, guess you know him,
too" exclaimed Sinclair, introducing
tho other players. Look here q min.
ute, Harvey"
Harvey. much against his inclina-
tion. was drawn from the table and re.
tired with Sinclair and Dancing to an
empty corner. where Dancing told his
story again. At the conclusion Of 1t
Harvey rather snorted. Sinclair
asked questions. WAS anybody else|
there when you saw McCloud, Bill?"
"One man." answered Bill. imprest
sively.
''Who?"
"A stranger to me-"
"a stranger? What did he look
flike?"
Slender man and kind of odd talk
ing, with sandy mustache."
Hear his name?"
HE told me his name, but It's
skipped me, declare. He's kind Of
dark-complected like"
Stranger, eh?" mused Du Sang;
his eyes were wandering over the
room.
Slender man." repeated Bill, "but
didn't take much notice of him. Said
he was in the real estate business
I'm the real estate business? And
did he sit there while you talked this
over with the college guy?" muttered
Du Sang.
He is all right. boys, and he said
you'd know his name II could speak
It," declared Bill.
Look anything like that man stand
ing with his-hands in his pockets over
there by the wheel?" asked Du Sang,
turning his back carefully on a new.
conner as he made the suggestion.
"Where-there? No! Yes, hold on,
that's the man there now! Hold on,
now!" urged Bill, struggling with the
excitement of ten hours and ten dol.
lars in one day. "His name sounded
like Fogarty."
AS Dancing spoke, sinclair's eyes
riveted on the new face at the other
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