The Huttig news., 1909-10-23
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have you gof to Kick about? Haven't you been treated right 2"
 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 lie killed d man at Mission Springs. l know better than that. That aint the first man he's killed, aud fl 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 1 were, what are you going to do about it? Reb- stock, do you think, if 1 wanted you, 1 would send message for you to come out and meet me? Not on your life! When l 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 angrily back into his chair Well who do you want?" he believed in kind.
 A smile softened the asperity of the railroad mans face. That's a. fair question and l give you straight answer. I'm not bluffing: I want Du Sang"
 Rebstock squirmed. He swore with shortened breath that he knew moth ing about Du Sang; that Du Sang had stolen his cattle; that hanging was loo 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 Baggs. Your estimable nephew Barney is with him, and Kare is with him, and l 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 stil from the Cache unon any promises. Rehstock offered to surrender any one else in the Cache-hinted strongly at 1 two different men for whom handsome l rewards were out; but every compro mise suggested was met with the same | good-natured words: 'I want Du Sang
 At last the smile changed on Whis pering Smiths face. It lighted his eyes still, but with a different expres. sion. See here, Rebstock, you and | have always got along, haven't weg 1 I've no desire 10 crowd any man to the wall that is d man. Now ] 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 dozen men in the Cache just as good with a gun as Du Sang is. Don't shake youi head. I know what I'm talking about He is jay with gun and you may tell him I said so; do you hear? Tell him to come out if he wants me to demonstrate it. He has got every body. including you scared to death Now, say, don't he 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 Jou say, we always get aloas because we both got sense
 You're hiding yours to-Gay, Rob 1 stock
 No matter; I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you all the horsefiesh 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? l give you tip on the square" Whis- pering Smith snorted. Hell shoet the four buttons of your coat in four shots.' Smith kicked Rebstock's dog ccstemptuously. And do it while you are falling down. I've seen him do it., persisted Rebstock. moist with precipitation. I'm not looking for a chance to go against sure thing; wash my hands of the job"
 W Nhispering Smith rose. Tt was no trick to see he had you scared to death. You are losing your wits, old man. The albino is faker, and I tell you I am going 10 run him out of the county" Whispering Smith reached ] for his hat. Our treaty ends rigst here. You promised to harbor no man in your sink that ever went against our road. You know as we'll as l do i that this man, with four others, held up our train night before last at Tower W. shot our engineman to death for mere delight, killed messenger, took ,000 out of the through safe and made his good getaway. Now, don't lie: you know every word of it, and you thought you could pull it out Of me by bluff. l track him to your door. He is inside the Cache this