The Tupelo journal., 1909-08-06

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Dancing, taking up his hat, "and, Mr..
McCloud, might l have a 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.
Now why do you want to start Bill
on a 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 today, but he
will tomorrow" said the stranger, re-
fectively. Goods, what I've seen that
man go through in the days Of the
giants! Way. George. this will keep
the boys talking, and they have to do
something. Spend the money; the
company Is making II too fast any
way; they moved $4,000 lar I'M day
last week. Personally I'm glad to have
a little fun out of it; it 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 confidentially to
him as a suspicious parsonage"
To the establishment Of Sykes, the
superintendent confirmed e the tel
nnho~n Daro{po,c cfofornorf that ho
was to draw some expense money. Bill
asked for $25. Sykes offered him two,
and Bill with some indignation ac-
copied five. He spent all Of this in
trying to find Sinclair, and on the
strength of his story to the boys bor-
the search. At ten o'clock that night
he al 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
to the days Of ct; and it is the boast
of its owners that since the key was
thrown away, 80 years ago, its doors
have been closed, night or day,
except once for two hours during the
funeral Of Dave Hawk. Bill Dancing
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. l 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 his hand, he asked in a sour
way whether 1t was a jackpot. and
upon being told that 1t raj 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 Bins extended hand.
Cow business, Bill" interposed Sim
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 molina
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 1t
Harvey rather snorted. Sinclair
asked questions. WAS anybody else
there when you saw McCloud, Bill7"
"One man." answered Bill, impress
siyely.
"Who?'s
"A stranger to me-"
"A stranger? What did he look
like?"