Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-26
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J mere are plenty Oh men III Cle
mountains that don't need any,"
, But let's start fair" urged Whis-
pering Smith, softly. He leaned for
ward with one finger extended in con-
fidence. Don't let us have any mis-
understanding on the start. Let Nc
Cloud alone. If he is killed-now I'm
speaking fair and open and making
no threats, but I know how it will
come out-there will be nothing but
killing here for six months. We will
make just that memorandum on Nc
Cloud. Now about the main question.
Every sensible man in the world wants
something"
T., II know men that have been going
a long time without what they
wanted"
! Smith flushed and nodded. "You
needn't have said that, but no matter.
Every sensible man wants something,
Murray. This is a big country. There's
a Worlds Fair running somewhere all
the time in 1t. Why not travel a lit
tie? What do you want?"
Il want my job, or I want a new
superintendent here"
Just exactly the two things, and,
by heavens! the only two, I cant man
age. Come once more and I'll meet
you"
moi" Sinclair rose to his feet. mo
damn your money! This is my
home. The high country is my coun-
try; it's where MY friends are"
TITS filled with your friends; 1 know
that. But don't put your trust in your
friends. They will stay by you. I
know; but once in a long while there
will be a false friend, Murray, one that
will sell yop-remember that"
, II stay"
Whispering Smith looked up in ad-
miration. ri know you're game. It
isn't necessary for me to say that to
you. But think of the fight you are
going into against this company. You
can worry them; you've done it. But
a bronco might as well try to buck a
locomotive as for one man or six or
900 to win out in the way you are play
ing"
J II will look out for my friends:
Others" Sinclair hitched his belt and
paused, but Whispering Smith, cutting
and running the cards, gave no heed.
His eyes were fixed on the green cloth
under his fingers. "Others-" repeated
Sinclair. :.
"Others?" echoed Whispering Smith,
good-naturedly.
May look out for themselves"
Z! "Of course, Of course! Well, II this
is the end Of it, I'm sorry"
You will be sorry IL you mix in a
quarrel that is none of yours"
why. Murray, I never had a quar-.
rel with a man in my life"
you are pretty smooth, but you
can't drive me out Of this country. I
know how we'll you'd like to do it;
and. take notice. there's one trail you
can't cross ever II you stay here. I
suppose you understand that" (
Smith felt his heart leap. He sat in
his chair turning the pack slowly, but
with only one hand now; the other
hand was free. Sinclair eyed him
sidewise. Smith moistened his lips
and when he replied spoke slowly:
There is no need of dragging any al
fusion to her into 1t. For that matter,
l told Bucks he should have sent any
mar but me. If I'm in the way, Sim
clair. If my presence here is all that
stands in the way, I'll go back and
stay back as before, and send any
n else you like or Bucks likes. Are
you willing to say that l stand in the
way Of a settlement"
Sinclair sat down and put his hands
on the table. mo; your matter and
mine is another affair. All l want be-
tween you and me is fair and right"
Whispering Smiths eyes were on
the cards. you've always had it."
Then keep away from her"
Don't tell me what to do"
Then don't tell me-"
I'm not telling you. You will do
as you please; SO will 1. 1 left here
because Marion asked me to. / am
here now because / have been sent
here. 1t is in the course of my bust
ness. l have my living to earn and my
friends to protect. Don't dictate to
me, because it would be Of no use."
well you know now how to get
into trouble"
Every one knows that; few know
how to keep out"
You can't lay your finger on me at
any turn of the road"
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"And you can't bully me-"
g Surely not. No hard feelings, Muir.
ray. l came for a friendly talk, and
If it's all the same to you I'll watch
this wheel awhile and then go over to
the Wickiup. l leave first-that's un
derstood. 1 hope-and IL your pink.
eyed friend is waiting outside tell him
there is nothing doing. will you. Muir.
ray? Who is the albino, by the way?
You don't know him? I think l do.
Fort City. If 1 remember. Well, good
night, Murray"
It was after IL o'clock and the room
had filled up. Roulette balls were
dropping, and above the faro table the
extra lights we're IN. The dealers,
fresh from supper, we're putting things
in order for the long trick.
At the Wickiup Whispering Smith
found MeCloud in the Office signing
letters Il can do nothing with him.
said Smith, drawing down q window
shade before he seated himself to de-
tail his talk with Sinclair. He wants
a tight"
McCloud put down lis pen. IF I
am the disturber 1t would be better for
me to get out"