New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-08-22


why Cavuse is here too Mrs Cayuse is dead.
The gambler nodded coldly and Trimmer went on
And Cayuse is the trail fer the man th''I
caused her death.
McCoppet threw away his chewed cigar and re-
placed it with a fresh He nodded as before,
Cayuse IS wise that know who that man hara - T.,
Goldite and Id give up the name lie began 10
consume his cigar more by inches and watched
the effect of his words
THERE was no visible effect McCopPet had
never been calmer in his llfe-outwardiy In
wardlv he had felt nearer to death, and ms
own Kind Of fright was upon him Well, he said,
Your aces look good to What do you want.
how much
dance to the whole country, answered trimmer,
with rare perspicacity of judgment. You let
YOU re goin TO pay
If You want your thousand back why don't you
3 " so3" inquired the gambler quietly. . II make
it fifteen hundred. That's pretty good interest L
.'Yo,r reckoners run down" Trimmer assured
him i want ten thousand dollars TO steer Cayuse
away.
a hog Larry, your a Rockefeller Five thousand,
cash on the nail if you show YOU can steer Cayuse
50 far off the trail he'll never get on 1t again
Five thousand dollars a great deal OF money 10
Trimmer Ten thousand was far in of his
real expectations But he saw that his power was
large He was brutally frank Nope, can't do 1t,
Opal not even fer a friend. and he grnned I've
got YOU in the door, and I'm gOn TO Jam you hard.
Five thousand am enough.
Things had been going against the gambler tor
nearly an hour He had been acutelv alarmed by
the presence of Cavuse in the camp His mind like
a ferret in a trap, was seeking wildly tor a loophole
of advantage Light came III upon him suddenly,
with thought OF Culver, by whom subconscously,
he worried
e How do YOU mean to handle the halfbreeds" he
inquired 10y way OF preparing his ground You've
promised 10 cough up a name
Trimmer scratched his head with the end OF ms
pistol Il guess | could tell him the man had IN
mind was inherent, and that l couldn't give him
the name a | promised.
Sounds like a kid excuse commented McCop-
pet Like as not he q take II out of YOU
The likelihood was so strong that Trimmer vlslbiy
paled I've got TO give him somebody's name -
he agreed with alacrity. Has anyone died around
here recent
Culver. who used to do surveying
Who" asked Trimmer Don't know him "
McCOppet leaned across the table Yes, You do
He stopped YOU once from stealing from picking up
q lot of timber land Remember:
Trimmer was interested His vndictive attributes
were aroused Was that the cuss. never seen
him Do YOU think Cayuse would know who he was,
and believe il
'Cavrse was one time his chairman MCCoppet
was tremendously excited, though apparently as
cold ice he swiftly thought out the nceties of
once worked for Mrs Culver, cooking and washing
say. anybodyd sWaller that. reflected the
lumbermau aloud But five thousand dollars ain I
enough
Il I'll make il seven thousand FIVE hundred; that 5
an even split agreed the gambler He thought he
foresaw means whereby he could save this amount
from the funds that Bostwick would furnish He
rose from his seat \ thousand down; the balance
when Cayuse IS gone. leaving me safe forever; you
To- give INN the name right now
Trimmer stood up, quenched the light on the stub
OF his cigar, and chewed up the butt with evident
enjoyment All right, ne answered. Shake -
Ten minutes later he had found Cavuse delivered
the name agreed upon, and was busy spending his
money.