The log cabin Democrat., 1909-09-25
w Know You for a Fat Rascal!"

1 tains that can handle rife with him.
 Now we split here; and good luck"
 Don't you want to take Brill Young
 with you?"
 You take both the Youngs, Farrell. | We shall be among rocks, and if he | tries to rush us there is cover" Stormy German with four Crawling
 Stone cowboys followed Whispering Smith. Every rider on the range had a grievance against Williams Cache, and any of them would have been glad | to undertake reprisals against the rustlers under the wing of Whispering Smith.
 Just how in the mountains-with- out telegraph, newspapers, and all or dinary means of publicity-news trav- | els so fast may not certainly be said. The scattered lines of telephone wires help, but news outstrips the wires. Moreover, there are no telephones in the Mission mountains. But on the morning that the roundup party rode into the Cache it was known in the streets of Medicine Bend that the Tower w men had been tracked into the north country; that some, if not all, of them were in Williams Cache; that an ultimatum had been given, and that Whispering Smith and Kennedy had already ridden in with their men to make it good.
 Whispering Smith, with the cow boys. took the rough country to the left, and Kennedy and his party took the south prong of the Cache creek. The instructions were to make clean sweep as the line advanced. Be hind the center rode three men to take stock driven in from the wings Word that was brief but reasonable had been sent everywhere ahead Every man, it was promised that could prove property should have a chance to do so at the Door that day and the next; but any brands that showed stolen cattle, or that had been skinned or tempered with in any way, were to | be turned over to the Stock associa- tion for the benefit of owners.
 The very first pocket raided started row and uncovered so head of five vear-old steers bearing a mutilated l Duck Bar brand. It was like poking at rattlesnakes to undertake to clean out the grassy retreats of the Cache, but the work was pushed on in spite l of protests, threats, and resistance. 1 Every man that rode out openly to make a protest was referred calmly to
 Rebstock, and before very long Reb- | stocks cabin had more men around 1t than had been seen together in the | Cache for years. The impression that the whole jig was up, and that the refugees had been sold out by their own boss. was one that no railroad man undertook to discourage. The cowboys insisted on the cattle. with the assurance that Rebstock could ex plain everything. By noon the Cache was in an uproar. The cowboys were riding carefully, and their guards, rifles in hand, were watching the cor nerS. Ahead of the slowly moving line with the growing bunch of cattle conspicuously, fugitive riders dashed back and forth with curses and yells across the narrow valley. If it had been Whispering Smiths intention to raise large-sized row it was apparent that he had been successful Reb- stock, driven to desperation, held coun- ell after council to determine what to do Sorties were discussed, ambushes considered, and a pitched battle was planned. But, while ideas were plenti- ful, no one aspired to lead an attack on Whispering Smith.
 Moreover. Williams Cache. it was