Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1909-10-20
Copyright 1909
By ch0SScFih,ersSOH&


take you down to the creek"
He turned to the cowboys and asked
them to help, but they refused to
touch Du Sang.
Whispering Smith kept his patience.
'Karg, take that horses head,' said
he. Come here, Seagrue; help me
lift Du Sang on the horse. The boys
seem to be afraid of getting blood on
their hands"
With Whispering Smith and Sea-
grue supporting Du Sang in the saddle
and Karg leading the horse, the caval-
cade moved slowly down TO the creek,
where a tiny stream puzzled among
the rocks. The water revived the in
jured man for moment; he had even
strength enough, with some help, to
ride again; and, moving in the same
hating order, they took him to Reb-
stocks cabin. Rebstock, at the door,
refused to let the sinking man be
brought into the house. He cursed
Du Sang as the cause OF all the trou-
BILE. But Du Sang cursed him with
usury, and, while Whispering Smith
listened, told Rebstock with bitter
oaths that If he hal given the boy
Barney anything but scrub horse
they never would have been trailed.
More than this concerning the affair
Du Sang would not say, and never
said. The procession turned from the
door, Seagrue led the way to Reb-
stocks stable, and they laid Du Sang
on some hay.
Afterward they got cot under him.
With surprising vitality he talked a
long time to Whispering Smith, but
at last fell into a stupor. At nine
o'clock that night he sat up. Ed Banks
and Kennedy were standing beside the
cot. Du Sang became delirious, and
in his delirium called the name of
Whispering Smith; but Smith was at
Bags cabin with Bill Dancing. In
a spasm of pain, Du Sang, opening his
eyes, suddenly threw himself back.
The cot broke, and the dying man
rolled under the feet of the frightened
horses. In the light of the lanterns
they lifted him back, but he was bleed
ing slowly at the mouth, quite dead.
The surgeon, afterward, found two
fatal wounds upon HIM. The first shot.
passing through the stomach, ex-
planned Du Sang's failure to kill at
distance in which, uninjured, he could
have placed five shots within the COM
pass of q silver dollar. Firing for
Whispering Smiths heart, he had, de-
spite the fearful shock, put four bull
lets through his coat before the rife
ball from the ground, tearing at right
angles across the path of the first but
let, had cut down his life to question
of hours.
Bill Dancing, who had been hit in
the head and stunned, had been
moved back to the cabin at Mission
Springs, and lay in the little bedroom.
A doctor at Oroville had been sent
for, but had not come. At midnight
of the second day, Smith, who was be-
side his bed, saw him rouse up, and
noted the brightness of his eyes as he
looked around. "Bill," he declared,
hopefully, as he sat beside the bed,
you are better, hang it! know you
are. How do you feel?"
"Ain't that blamed doctor here yet?
Then give me my boots. I'm going
back to Medicine Bend to Doc Torpy."
In the morning Whispering Smith,
who had cleansed and dressed the
wound and felt sure the bullet had not
penetrated the skull, offered no objec-
ton to the proposal beyond caution
ing him to ride slowly. you can go
down part way with the prisoners,
Bill" suggested Whispering Smith
Brill Young is going to take them
to Oroville, and you can act as chair
man of the guard"
Before the party started, Smith
called Seagrue to him. George, you
saved my life once. Do you remember
in the Pan Handle? Well, 1 gave
you yours twice in the Cache day be-
fore yesterday. 1 don't know how
badly you are into this thing. If you
kept clear of the killing at Tower w
will do what 1 can for you. Don't
talk to anybody"