Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-08-12
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for her! If you had got into the pass
on time you could not have got away
the cards we're stacked for you. He
ovcrestima,ed you a little, George;
Just "A little. Good mon make mis-.
takes. The sport OF circumstances
that we are! The sport of clrcum.
siances!"
Now tell me how you heard so
much about it, Gordon. and whorc?"
Through friend, but forget it,"
DO you know who shot at me?"
Yes"
II think do, too. think Il was
the fellow that shot so well with the
rifle at the barbecue--what WIS his
name? Hc was working for Sinclair,
and perhaps Is yet"
You mean Seagrue. tho Montana
cowboy? No. you arc wrong Seagrue
Is mankiller. but square one"
How do you know"
i VIII tell you sometimc-but this
was not Scagrue."
One of Cummings mon, was It?
Stormy Gorman?"
No, no, Il very different sort!
Stormy is wind.bag. The man that
is after you is in town at this minute
and he has CONC to stay until he
finishes his Job"
The devil That's what makes
your eyes so bright, Is #? Do you
know him."
II have seen him. You may see him
yourself If you want to-
I'd like nothing better. Nhen?"
"To-night-in 30 minutes" Nc.
Cloud closed his desk There was
rap at the door.
That must be Kennedy" said
Smith. Il haven't seen him. but
sent him ward Cor him 10 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 Won
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
feathc- 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, I
reckon. and I've ridden hard road to-
day to get in in time to talk 1t Nver
with him. Want TO go?"
Kennedy slapped his leg with the
ruler Il always want to go, don't II"
Farrell, il 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.
Now. 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 a gun. You
are really accompanying me as my
guest George" explained Whispering
Smith, reproachfully. Won't 1t be
fun TO shove this man right under Du
Sang's nose and make him bat his
eyes," he added to Kennedy. Well
put enc in your pocket III 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 1t, and
handed 1t back.
You don't like it,
Smith smiled sickly appreciation
"a forty-fve gun with a 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, II 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. Now l don't know
where we shall find this man, but we'll
try the Three Horses" As they
started down the street McCloud took
tho inside OF the sidewalk, but 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,
amiab!y 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, II 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.
1T looks like our party" whispered
Kennedy. NO, stop Bit" They
drew back into the shadow, That is
M, "a l. II