Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-06-08
EsREPUB1IcAN, NfARsHALITowN, IOWA. JUNE ), 1909

NESS That's ON the square. You're q
young man. and handy: It wouldn't
cost you cent and you can have halt
Of the whole shooting-match II youth
cross Deep creek and help me run the
gang" Such was Rebstock free from
anxiety and in confidential moment.
Under pressure he was, like all men.
different.
Whispering Smith had acquaintance
even In the Cache, and after a little
careful accommodating he found a Grip.
pled-up thief, driving a mich COW
down the Cache, who was willing to
take message to the boss.
Whispering Smith gave his instruc.
lions explicitly, facing the messenger,
as the two sat In their saddles, with
an importunate eye. Say to Rebstock
exactly these words" he insisted.
This Is from Whispering Smith: 1
want Du Sang. He killed a friend OF
mine last night at Mission Springs. 1
happened to be near there and know
he rode in last night. He can't get
out; the Canadian is plugged. l won't
stand for the killing, and it is Du Sang
or cleanup in the Cache all around,
and then Ill get Du Sang anyway. Re-
CARDS."
Riding circumspectly in and about
the entrance to the Cache, the party
waited an hour for an answer. When
the answer came, 1t was unsatisfac-
tory. Rebstock declined. to appear
upon 80 trivial matter, and Whisper.
ing Smith refused to specify further
grievance. More parley and stronger
messages were necessary to stir the
Deep creek monarch, but at last he
sent word asking Whispering Smith to
come to his cabin accompanied only
by Kennedy.
The two railroad men rode up the
canyon together. and now l will
show you lean and hungry thief
grown monstrous and misery, Far
rell." said Whispering Smith.
At the head Of a short pocket be-
tween two sheer granite walls they saw
Rebstock's weather-beaten cabin, and
he stood in front of it smoking. He
looked modify at his visitors out Of
eyes buried between rolls OF fat.
Whispering Smith was little harsh
as the two shook hands, but he dis
mounted and followed Rebstock into
the house.
What are you so high and mighty
about?" he demanded, throwing his
hat on the table near which Rebstock
had seated himself why don't you
come out when send q man to you.
or send word what you will do? What
have you got to kick about? Haven't
you been treated right?"
Being in no position to complain,
but shrewdly aware that much un-
pleasantness was in the wind, Reb.
stock beat about the bush. He had had
rheumatism; he couldn't ride; he had
been In bed three weeks and hadn't
seen Du Sang for three months "You
amt chasing up here after Du Sang
because he killed man at Mission
Springs. I know better than that.
That amt the first man he's killed,
and it amt a goin' to be the last"
Whispering Smith lifted his finger
and for the first time smiled. Nov
there you err, Rebstock-it Is a goin'
to be- the last. So you think I'm after
you. do you? Well. II I were, what
| are you going TO do about IT. Reb-
stock. do you think, II I wanted you,
would send a message for you to
come out and meet me? Not on your
life! When I want you I'll come to
your shack and drag you out by the
hair Of the head. Sit DOWN." roared
Whispering Smith.
Rebstock, who weighed at least 275
pounds. had lifted himself up to glare
and swear freely. Now he dropped
angrily back into his chair. "Well. who
do you want?" he beloved in kind.
A smile softened the asperity Of the
railroad mans face. That's a fair
question and give you a straight
answer. I'm not bluf1ng: want Du
| Sang"
Rebstock squirmed. He swore with
shortened breath that he knew moth.
ing about Du Sang; that Du Sang had
stolen his cattle; that hanging was
too good for him; that he would 1oin
any posse in searching for him: and
that he had not seen him for three
months.
Likely enough" assented Whisper.
ing Smith. "but., this is wasting time.
He rode in here last night after killing
old Dan Baggs. Your estimable
nephew Barney is with him, and Karg
is with him, and I want them. but, in
especial and particular, / want Du
Sang"
Rebstock denied, protested, wheezed
and stormed. but Whispering Smith
was immovable. He would not stir
from the Cache upon any promises,
Rebstock offered to surrender any one
else in the Cache-hinted strongly at
two different men for whom handsome
rewards were out: but every compro-
mise suggested was met with the same
good-natured words: Il want Du
Sang"
At last the smile changed on Whis-
pering Smiths face. It lighted his
eyes still. but with a different express
sion. "see here. Rebstock. you and I
have always got along, haven't we?
I've no desire to crowd any man to the
wall that is man. Now am going to
tell you the simple truth. Du Sang
has got you scared to death. That
man is faker, Rebstock. Because
he kills men right and left without
any provocation. you think he is dan
gerous. He isn't; there are a dozen
men in the Cache Just as good with a