The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-08-27

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Dancing, taking up his hat, land, Mr..
McCloud. might have little advance
for cigars and things?"
Cigars and ammunition-of course.
See Sykes. William, see Sykes: if the
Office is closed go to his house-and
see what will happen to you" added
| the visitor in an aside, land tell him
to telephone up to Mr.. McCloud for in
struction," he concluded, unceremon-
| iously.
Nov why do you want to start Bill
on fool business like that?" asked
McCloud, as Bill Dancing took long
steps from the room toward the office
Of Sykes, the cashier.
"He didn't know me to-day, but he
will tomorrow" said the stranger, re-
flectively. 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 it; it will be hell
pure and undef1led long before we get
through. This will be an easy way
Of letting Sinclair know l am here.
Bill will report me confidentially to
him as suspicious parsonage"
To the establishment of Sykes, the
superintendent confirmed over the tel
ephone Dancings statement that he
was to draw some expense money. Bill
asked for $25. Sykes offered him two,
and Bill with some indignation ac-
cepted five. He spent all Of this in
trying to find Sinclair, and on the
strength Of his story to the boys bor-
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 its
hospitable two-story front in Fort
street, the only one of the Medicine
Bend gambling houses that goes back
to the days of '67; and it is the boast
of its owners that since the key was
thrown away, 80 years ago, its doors
have never been closed, night or 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 It 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 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 uncommunicatiye.
Studying his hand, he asked in 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 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
the other players. Look here a min
ute. Harvey"
Harvey, much against his inclina-
ton, 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 it
Harvey rather snorted. Sinclair
asked questions. WAS anybody else
there when you saw McCloud, Bill?"
"one man." answered Bill, impress.
sively. Is
"Who?"
ga stranger to me-"
"A stranger? What did he look
like?v