The log cabin Democrat., 1909-09-25

as the two shook hands, but he dis mounted and followed Rebstock into the house.
 What are you so high and mighty about?' he demanded, throwing his hat on the table near which Rebstock had seated himself. Why don't you come out when l send man to you, or send word what you will do? What have you got to kick about? Haven't you been treated right?'
 Being in no position to complain, but shrewdly aware that much un- pleasantness was in the wind, Reb- stock beat about the bush. He had had Rheumatism; he couldn't ride, he had been in bed three weeks and hadn't seen Du Sang for three months. You ain't chasing up here after Du Sang because he killed man at Mission Springs. I know better than that. That ain't the first man he's killed, and it ain't a goin to be the last"
 Whispering Smith lifted his finger and for the first time smiled Now there you err, Rebstock-it is a goin' to be the last. So you think I'm after you, do you? Well, if l were, what are you going to do about it? Reb- stock, do you think, if I wanted you, l would send a message for you to come out and meet me? Not on your life! When I want you I'll come to your shack and drag you out by the hair of the head. Sit down." roared Whispering Smith.
 Rebstock, who weighed at least 275 pounds, had lifted himself up to glare and swear freely. Now he dropped angrily back into his chair. Well, who do you want?" he beloved in kind,
 A smile softened the asperity of the railroad mans face. That's fair question and l give you a straight answer. I'm not blufiing: l want Du Sang"
 Rebstock squirmed. He swore with shortened breath that he knew noth- ing about Du Sang; that Du Sang had stolen his cattle; that hanging was too good for him; that he would join any posse in searching for him; and that he had not seen him for three months.
 Likely enough" assented Whisper ing Smith, but this is wasting time. He rode in here last night after killing old Dan Bags Your estimable nephew Barney is with him. and Karg is with him, and I want them, but, in especial and particular, l want Du Sang"
 Rebstock denied, protested, Wheezed and stormed, but Whispering Smith was immovable. He would not stir from the Cache upon any promises. Rebstock offered to surrender any one else in the Cache-hinted strongly at two different men for whom handsome rewards were out; but every compro- mise suggested was met with the same good-natured words: Il want Du Sang"
 At last the smile changed on Whis- pering Smiths face. It lighted his sion See here, Rebstock, you and I have always got along, haven't we? I've no desire to crowd any man to the wall that is a man. Now I am going to tell you the simple truth. Du Sang has got you scared to death. That man is a faker. Rebstock. Because he kills men right and left without any provocation, you think he is dan gerous He isn't; there are a dozen men in the Cache just as good with a gun as Du Sang is. Don't shake your head. l know what I'm talking about. He is a jay with gun, and you may tell him l said so; do you hear? Tell him to come out if he wants me to demonstrate it. He has got every Now, l say. don't be silly. l want Du Sang"
 RebStock rose to his feet Solemnly and pointed his finger at Whispering Smith. Whispering Smith, you know me
 "i know you for fat rascal
 That's all right. You know me, and, just as you say, we always get along because we both got sense"
 You're hiding yours today, Reb. stock"
 No matter; I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you all the horseflesh you can kill and all the men you can hire to go after him. and I'll bury your dead myself. You think he cant shoot? I give you tip on the square," Whis- pering Smith snorted. Hell shoot the four buttons off your coat in four shots" Smith kicked Rebstock's dog contemptuously. And do 1t while you are falling down. I've seen him do it." persisted Rebstock. moist with precipitation. Pm not looking for a chance to go against sure thing; I wash my hands of the job"
 Whispering Smith rose. Tt was no trick to see he had you scared to death. You are losing your wits, old man. The albino is a faker and I tell you l am going to run him out of the country" Whispering Smith reached for his hat. Our treaty ends right here. You promised to harbor no man in your sink that ever went against our road. You know as well as I do that this man, with four others, held up our train night before last at Tower NY chot nur to Iaath