The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-07-04
CHAPTER XIV.

Brill Young picked up a trail Sunday
morning at Tower " before the special
from Medicine Bend reached there. The
wrecked express car, which had been
set out, had no story TO tell. THE only
story" said Whispering Smith, as the
men climbed into their saddles. lis in
the one from the hOOfs, and the sooner
we get after it the better
The country around Tower W, which
is itself an operating point on the west
ern end of the division, a mere speck on
the desert, lies high and rolling. To the
south, sixty miles away, rise the Crosse
Terre mountains, and to the north and
west lie the solitudes of the Heart range,
while in the northeast are seen the three
white Saddle peaks Of the Missions. The
cool. bright sunshine of far and lonely
horizon greets the traveller here, and ten
miles away from the railroad, i'm any
direction, man on horseback and I'M
acquainted with the country would wish
himself-m0untain men viii tell yOu-in
hell, because il would be easier to ride
out Of.
To the railroad men the country Of
fered no unusual difficulties. The
YoUngs were as much al home on
horse as on a hand car. Kennedy,
though a large and powerful man, was
Injured to hard riding, and Bob Scott
and Whispering Smith in the saddle
were merely part-thOugh an lmp0r-
tant part-Of their horses; without kill
ing their mounts, they could get out Of
them every mile i'm their legs. The five
men covered twenty miles on q trail that
read like print. One after another Of
the railroad party commented on the
carelessness with which it had been left.
But twenty miles south of the railroad,
in an open and comparatively easy
country, il was swallowed I'D in the
tracks Of a hundred horses. The rail-
road men circled far and wide, only to
find the herd tracks everywhere ahead
Of them.
This is a beautiful job" murmuped
Whispering Smith as the party rode to-
gether along the edge Of a creek-bOt-
tom. Now who is their friend in this
country What man would get out a
bunch of horses like this and work them
this hard so early in the morning.
Let's hunt that man up. i like to meet
a man that is a friend i'm need
Bob Scott spoke. Il saw a man with
some horses i'm a canyon across the
creek a few minutes ago. and / saw
ranch-house behind those bUttes when
I rode around them"
stop Here's a man riding right into
cur jaws" muttered Kennedy. Divide
the south came gau0ping up the creek.
and Kennedy rode out with an ivory
smile TO meet him. The two men par
leyed for a moment disputed each other
sharply, and rode together back 10 the
railroad party.
Haven't seen any men looking for
horses this morning, have yOu?" asked
whispering Smith, eying the stranger,
a squat, square-jaWed fellow with a cat
araCt eye.
I'm looking for horses myself
amt seen anybody else. What are you
looking for2"
rs this your bunch Of horses that
got loose here2" asked Smith.
NO"
OF thought" said Kennedy. smiling,
you said a minute ago they were"
The stranger fixed his cataract on
him like a fash-Hght. II changed my
mind"
Whispering Smiths brows rose pro-
testing1y. but he spoke with perfect
amiabiity as he raised his finger %
bring the good eye his way. You ought
to change your hat when you change
your mind I saw YOU driving a bunch II
horses UD that canyon a few minutes
ago. NOW, ROCkstrO, do you still drag
your left leg?"
The rancher looked steadily at his new
inquisitor but binked like a gopher at
the sudden onslaught Which of you
fellows is whispering smith, he de-
manded.
ITO be Continued Next Sunday)