New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-08-15

MIS-. Dick seemed To Van the one and only
person IN the camp unaffected bv the news Cf
ms luck She treated HIM precisely as She al
ways had and doubtless ALWAYS would There
lore, he had no difficulty in getting away 10
Culver AZ his Office
TIL official surveyor was a fat checked
handsome man with silky brown beard.
an eiicIniIltc voice, and prodgioUS self CuuCcIt.
lie Was pacing up and down the inside Office
~ the rear OF the rough board building, when
Nan came IN and found him The horsemans
business was one of maps and land office data.
made essential To his needs by the new record
ing - the Laughing Mater property as "a placer
instead ~ quartz claim. He had drawn a
crude outline of hrs holdings and IN taking It
from hlS pocket found the knife bought for Get
iysbuTs IN the way. lie removed the weapon
and placed Il on the table near AZ hand
There's SO much IF this desert unSuryeyed "
De sand. that no man can tell whether he's Just
inside or Just outside"
- YOU come 70 me TO find OUT" Culver
demanded. somewhat shortly. " DO YOU TIM
horn miners think that's all this office Is for
Well, IN my instance, had 10 come u some
one wiser than myself t. get my bearings
answered Nan drawllngly You can See that
here are the maps Culver waved his
hand toward "a drawer IN the office table and
moved impatcntlv over 10 a window the view
from which commanded a section Of the street
including the bank
Van was presently ongrossed in a search for
Look here SAID Culver, turning upon him
agsrcsSively. What's tins racket hear about
YOU taking the inside track with that stunning
new pettlCoat IN town
Van looked up without the least suspicion Of
the man real meaning
II YOU are referring 10 that reckless Young
woman called Ouecnv-"
oh Oueenv-rats' o." interrupted Culver II
ritabv. You know who mean. / guess you
call her Beth"
NAN'S face took on a look OF hardness as # II
had been chISelcd IN stone. He haG
squared around as If al a blow. For a moment
De faced the surveyor IN silence You are
making some grave mistake he saii presently
m ominous calm Please don, make such an
allusion as that again
50 the shot went home" CULVER laughed
un-tuously. turning for moment from the
window. / thought II would. You know my
friend. YOU couldn't expect 10 keep anything
LADY, man ON the beach. And as for tins clod
OF 4 Bostwig k-' De had turned 10 look out as
before and grew suddenly excited. Beth was
IN view ~ the bank By the gods he eN
SLAMMED with "a sudden change Of tone. She d
the handSomest hit II confectionery on earth
Il ] don't WIN her"
Ills utterance promptly ceased. together
with hls abamiuablc activities and Vrlmpng ~
the window Van who did not know that tins
creature had been Beth's particular annoyance.
had crossed the room without a sound and Lard
his grip on Culver collar.
" You cur, he said quietly, and. choking the
man by clinching on ms shirt. be flung him
down against the floor and wall # he had
been the merest puppet
some one had entered the outside door.
Neither Culver nor Nan heard the sound Cul-
yer rolled over scrambled 10 his feet and with
ms face and necl, engorged with rage came
rushing ~ the horseIuan like a fury.
90 You hlackguari POI he screamed. III tear
out your heart for that I'll kill you like
Shut up" Van commanded quietly, stop
ping the onrush u his anrcrcd foe by put,ing
his hand against the surveyor face and send
ing HIM reeling as before. Don't tell me what
YOU = DO - me or 10 anyone else IN tbs camp.
And u I ever hear Of YOU opening your mouth
again as YOU did here "a moment ago, III tie
knot SO hard in your carcass that you'll have
T. be- buried IL a hatbox'"
He glanced toward the doorway. y stranger
stood on the threshold. Bowling, Nan passed
him and left the place too angered 10 think
either II the maps OF his knife.
Culver. raging like "a maniac, bowled head
long into the visitor IN his effort 10 overtake
the horseman: but found himself baffied and
took out ms wrath IN foul vituperation which
presently drove the stranger from the place.
To be continued Herf Sunday