Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1909-09-01


How do yoN know?"
81 will tell you sometime-but this
was not Seagrue."
"One of Cummings men, was it?
Stormy Gorman?"
NO, no, a very different sort!
Stormy is a wind-bag. The man that
is after you is in town at this minute,
and he has come to stay until he
finishes his job"
"The devil! That's what makes
your eyes SO bright, is it? Do you
know him."
81 have seen him. You may see him
yourself if you want to-"
'I'd like nothing better. When?"
"To-night-in 80 minutes" Nc
Cloud closed his desk. There was a
rap at the door.
THAT must be Kennedy" said
Smith. 81 haven't seen him, but 1
sent him word for him to meet me
here" The door opened and Kennedy
entered the room.
"Sit down, Farrell" said Whisper
ing Smith, easily. Eve gates?"
"Wie gent es? Don't pretend you
can't make out my German. He is
trying to let on he is not a Dutch
man." observed Whispering Smith to
McCloud. you wouldn't believe it,
but | can remember when Farrell
wore wooden shoes and lighted his
pipe with candle. He sleeps under
a feather bed yet. Du Sang is in
town, Farrell"
"Du Sang!" echoed the tall man
with mild interest as he picked up a
ruler and, throwing his leg on the
edge of the table, looked cheerful.
How long has Du Sang been in town?
Visiting friends or doing business?"
"He is after your superintendent.
He has been here since four o'clock,
reckon, and I've ridden a hard road to-
day to get in in time to talk it over
with him. Want to go?"
Kennedy slapped his leg with the
ruler. Il always want to go, don't II"
Farrell, if you hadn't been a rail-
road man you would have made a
great undertaken, do you know that?"
Kennedy, slapping his leg, showed his
ivory teeth. You have such an in
stinct for funerals" added Whispering
Smith.
Nov, Mr.. Smith! Well, who are
we waiting for? I'm ready" said
Kennedy, taking out his revolver and
examining it.
McCloud put on his new hat and
asked if he should take a gun. you
are really accompanying me as my
guest, George" explained Whispering
Smith, reproachfully. Wont it be
fun to shove this man right under Du
Sang's nose and make him bat his
eyes?" he added to Kennedy. well,
put one in your pocket Il you like,
George, provided you have one that
will go off when sufficiently urged
McCloud opened the drawer of the
table and took from it revolver.
Whispering Smith reached out his
hand for the gun, examined it, and
handed it back.
you don't like it,
Smith smiled a sickly appreciation.
bore, George? A little light for shock;
a little light. A bullet is intended to
knock man down; not necessarily to
kill him, but, if possible, to keep him
from killing you. Never mind, we all
have our fads. Come on"
At the foot of the stairs Whispering
Smith stopped. Nov 1 don't know
where We shall find this man, but We'll
try the Three Horses" AS they
started down the street McCloud took
the inside Of the sidewalk, tNt Smith
dropped behind and brought McCloud
into the middle. They failed to find
Du Sang at the Three Horses, and
leaving started to round up the street.
They visited many places, but each
was entered in the same way. Ken
nedy sauntered in first and moved
slowly ahead. He was to step aside
only in case he saw Du Sang. Nc
Cloud in every instance followed him,
with Whispering Smith just behind,
amiably surprised. They spent an
hour in and out of the Front street re-
sorts, but their search was fruitless.
"You are sure he is in town." asked
Kennedy. The three men stood de-
liberating in the shadow of side
street.
"Sure!' answered Whispering
Smith. "Of course, if he turns the
trick he wants to get away quietly. He
is lying low. Who is that, Farrell?"
A man passing out of the shadow Of
shade tree was crossing Fort street
100 feet away.
ct looks like our party" whispered
Kennedy. mo, stop a bit!" They
drew back into the shadow. 'That is
Du Sang" said Kennedy; 81 know his
hobbJe."
CHAPTER XIV.