The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-07-04

was located in long. low ramshackle
building, in the front Of which the bar
loomed running across one end OF a
wide room. Leaning against the bar,
or sitting on benches ranged against
the wall, were many loungers OF the
worst type known to the west. some
duh and heavy, others quarrelsome,
with an expression half langnor and
half contempt for his customers
served them slowly aud carelessly
The door opened and young fellow
entered; of good face and figure, but
staggering slightly rs he walked. A
year or two before there had been no
likellcr or more promising young
ranchman IN the mountains than he;
no better rider no one more active in
about the grand, free, health-g giving
ranch life, however. he did not give
the other side Of the picture-the long
hours of loneliness, the low company
and squahd accommodations. all com.
binlng to drive him TO that ever-ready
but treachcrous resource, whiskey
Harry Eames was in bad way, and
likely to sink Vet lower, unless some.
thing intervened to save him. He
strode un5teadily to the bar and was
about TO call for dram, when one of
the loungers jostlcd him and uttered
an insulting epithet, comprehensive
even TO his dulled faculties and i'm.
pclhug him TO active resentment. He
sprang forward and clutched the
speaker by the arm, but was hurled
roughly back and saw CLINT of steel
in his opponents hand.
II We got the drop on you, Young
feller,' said hoarse voice, mockinply,
.'an you kin take notice j IN goin to
have q, chap bout your size fur meal
The door burst suddenly open and
Grizzly Joe walked swiftly into the
barroom. The next instant the man
who was menacing Eames with his six
shooter received a blow on the knuckles
of the hand which held it. and the
weapon fell to the floor.
THAT III be all from YOU for awhile },
said the newcomer harshly "Let me
see you, make another move with that
shootln iron of yours an I'U blow
your head off. Any more OF you gents
dersq'
Ho, confronted the remainder of the
crowd as he spoke. his gun balanced
carelessly in his right hand, but there
was no reply. Grizzly Joe had earned
q reputation that extended far beyond
Nolf City, and WAS not TO be Irifled
with; lie touched Eames on the
shoulder and beckoned him outside. the
young man following mecklv.
Later in the day the two sat facing
each other on benches outside tho door
of the log cabin. At some distance sat
Comanche Charley. his head buried in
his hands. Eamcs listened snbmissivcIv
70 the words Of his stalwart com
panloD,
You know. Harry" said Grizzly
Joe, - We tried to do the square thino
by you and keep you from the com,
pany of that devil IS crew down ou the
Fork. But when | got on the train an
saw that sweet little sister of yonrs.
m she lookiu' at me with them bip'
innocent eyes. an askin' bout yon'
why blame me if / didn Il feel as if /
hadn't looked out for You worth a
cent. An say, Harry, it ain Z too late
She don Y know nor suspect nothin'
You must brace up now, an never
agen-,P
He stopped and listened attentivelv
There was sound Of galloping hoofs.
and man rode madly into sipht-a
cowboy with his left arm hanginG helm,
less by his side. The horse, painting
and covered with foam halted ABRUPTLY
and Comanche Charley sprang to catch
the rider as he reeled in the saddle.
'What is it, Bill'" he asked.
"IDjuns broke OUT - gasped tho cow
boy. '.There IS a whole slew OF 'em
comm down on Robert g ranch; / tried
to git away an give the alarm, but
they shot me in the shoolder. -
Grizzly Joe .sprang TO his comrade g
side, ''There s just one thing to do,
Charley he said, torsely, Rouse the