Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-29

fervor. Miss Dicksie Dunning is q
hummer, isn't she? That child will
have the whole range going in another
yenr. To think Of her standing up
and flashing her cousin in that way
when he was browbeating q railroad
mani"
Where did you hear about that?"
1.-THE whole Crawling Stone country
is talking about 1t. You never told
me you had a misunderstanding with
Dicksie Dunning at Marion's. Loosen
up!"
II will loosen up in the way you do.
What scared me most Gordon, was
waiting for the second shot. Why
didn't he fire again?"
Doubtless he thought he had you
the first time. Any man big enough
to start after you is not used to shoot
ing twice at $50 yards. He probably
thought you we're falling out OF the
saddle; and It was dark. can account
for everything but your reaching the
pass so late. How did you spend all
your time between the ranch and the
foothills?"
McCloud say there was no escape
from telling of his meeting with Dick
sic Dunning, Of her warning. and Of
his ride to the gate with her. Every
point brought suppressed exclama-
ton from Whispering Smith. $50 she
gave you your lfe," he unused. Good
for her! II you had got into the pass
on time you could not have got away
tho cards we're stacked for you. He
overestimated you little, George;
just q little. Good men make mis-
takes. The sport Of circumstances
that we are! The sport of circum-
stances!"
Nov tell me how you heard SO
much about 1t, Gordon, and where?"
Through a friend, but forget It,"
do you know who shot at me-"
Eyes,"
II think I do, too. I think 1t was
the fellow that shot 80 we'll with the
rife at the barbecue-what was his
name? He was working for Sinclair,
and perhaps is YETI
you mean Seagrue, the Montana
cowboy? No, you are wrong. Seagrue
Is a man-killer. but square one."
How do you know"
II will tell you sometime-but this
was not Seagrue."
zone of Dunning's men, was it?
Stormy Gorman?"
mo. no, a very different sort!
CfNrro1y Ia vry{r
IS after you Is IL 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?"
Il have seen him. You may see him
yourself II you want to-"
I'D Nike nothing better. When?"
"To-night-in 80 minutes" Nc.
Cloud closed his desk. There was .
rap at the door.
THAT must be Kennedy" said
Smith. II haven't seen him, but I
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. I've gates?"
"Hows that?"
"Wie gent es? Don't pretend you
can't make out my German. He is
trying to let on he is not 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
feather bed yet. Du Sang is in
town, Farrell"
"Du Sang!" echoed the tail 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, I
reckon, and I've ridden hard road to-
day to get in In time to talk 1t over
with him. Want to go!"
Kennedy slapped his leg with the
ruler. Il always want to go, don't II"
Farrell, II you hadn't been 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 II he should take 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
Sane's nose and make him bat his
syes!" he added to Kennedy. "Well,
put one in your pocket II you like.
George. provided you have one that
will go of when sufficiently urged"
McCloud opened the drawer of the
table and took from it a revolver
Whispering Smith reached out his
hand for the gun, examined it, and
handed 1t back.
you don't like It"
Smith smiled sickly appreciation
"A forty-flve gun with thirty-eight
bore. George? A little light for shock
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 ali
have our fads. Come ont"
At the foot Of the stairs Whispering
Smith stopped. Now don't know
where we shall find this man, but well
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