The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-06-13
Do you know who shot at me"

DO you know who shot at me-
Yes
L think I do, too. I think it was
the fellow that shot so well with the
rifle at the barbecue-what was his
name? He was working for Sinclair,
ana perhaps is yet"
You mean Seagrue, the Montana
cowboy? No. you are wrong. Seagrue
is a man killer. but a square one"
How do you know"
I viii tell you sometime-but this
was not Seagrue."
zone Of Dunning's men, was it?
Stormy GOrman?"
mo. no, a very different sort
Stormy is a windbag. The man that
is after you is in town this minute,
and he has come to stay until he fin
ishes his job
The devil! That's what makes
your eyes so bright, is it? Do you
know him."
Il have seen him. You may see him
yourself If you want to-"
I'D like nothing better When?"
"Tonight-in thirty minutes" Nc
Cloud closed his desk. There was
rap at the door.
That must be Kennedy" said Smith.
Il haven't seen him, but I sent him
word to meet me here" The door open
ed and Kennedy entered the room.
sit down, Farrell" said whispering
Smith, easily. We gates
"HOws that?"
VIE gent es? Don't pretend you
can't make out my German. He is
trying to let on he is not a Dutchman,"
observed Whispering Smith to McCloud.
You wouldn't believe it, but I can re-
member when Farrell wore wooden
shoes and lighted his pipe with a can
die. He sleeps under a feather bed yet.
Du Sang is in town, Farrell"
"Du Sang!" echoed the tall man
with mild interest as he picked up
ruler and, throwing his leg on the
edge of the table, looked cheerful. How
long has Du Sang been In town? Visit
ing friends or doing business?"
He is after your superintendent. He
has been here since four o'clock, 1
reckon. and I've ridden a hard road To-
day to get in in time to talk it over
with him. Want to gO?"
Kennedy slapped his leg with the
ruler Il always want to go. don't II"
Farrell, if you hadn't been railroad
man you would have made a great un-
dertaker, do you know that?" Kennedy
slapping his leg, showed his ivory
teeth. You have such an instinct for
funerals" added Whispering Smith.
waiting for? I'm ready" said Kennedy,
taking his revolver and examining it.
McClOud put on his new hat and
asked if he should take a gun. You
are really accompanying me as my
guest, George" explained Whispering
Smith. reprOachfully. Won't II be fun
to shove this man right under Du
Sang's nose and make him bat his
eyes?' he added to Kennedy. We'll,
put one in your pocket if you like,
George. provided you have one that will
go off when sufficiently urged"
McCloud opened the drawer of the
table and took from it a revolver.
Whispering Smith reached out his hand
for the gun, examined it, and handed
it back.
You don't like it."
Smith smiled a sickly appreciation.
"A fOrty-five gun with a thirty-eight
bore. George? A little light for shock;
a little light. A bullet is intended to
knock man down; not necessarily to
kill him, but, if possible to keep him
from killing you. Never mind, we all
have our fads. Come on"
At the foot of the stairs Whispering
Smith stopped. Now I don't know
where we shall find this man. but wen
try the Three Horses" AS they
started down the street McCloud took
the inside of the sidewalk, but Smith
dropped behind and brought McCloud
into the middle. They failed to find
Du Sang at the Three Horses, and
leaving started to round up the street.
They visited many places, but each
was entered the same way. Ken
nedy sauntered in first and moved
slowly ahead. He was to step aside
only in case he saw Du Sang. Nc
Cloud in every instance followed him,
with Whispering Smith just behind,
amiably surprised. They spent an hour
in and out of the Front street resorts,
but their search was fruitless.
You are sure he is in town." asked
Kennedy The three men stood deliber-
ating in the shadow of a side street
"Sure!" answered whispering Smith.
"Of course, If he turns the trick he
wants to get away quietly. He is ly-
ing low. Who is that, Farrell?" man
passing out of the shadow Of a shade
tree was crossing Fort street 100 feet
away.
1T looks like our party" whispered
Kennedy. No, stop a bitI'' They drew
back into the shadow. That is Du
Sang" said Kennedy: Il know his hob
BILE"
CHAPTER XIV.