The Tupelo journal., 1909-10-01

because he killed a nan at Mission
Springs. / 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. Now
there you err, Rebstock-it is a goin'
to be- the last. So you think I'm after
you, do you? Well, if l were, what
are you going to do about it? Reb-
stock, do you think, if l wanted you,
l would send a message for you to
come out and meet me? Not on your
life! When l 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 I give you a straight
answer. I'm not bluffing: l 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 join
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 Bags. Your estimable
nephew Barney is with him, and Karg
is with him, and | want them, but, in
especial ard particular, l 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
SOOu-udluIeu WOIuS. L WduL Ou
Sang"
At last the smile changed on Whis-
pering Smiths face. 1t lighted his
eyes still, but with a different express
sion. See here, R%ebstock, you and l
have always got along, haven't we?
I've no desire to crowd any man to the
wall that is a man. Now l am going to
tell you the simple truth. Du Sang
has got you scared to death. That
man is a faker, Rebstock. Because
he kills men right and left without
any provocation, you think he is dan
men in the Cache just as good with a
gun as Du Sang is. Don't shake your
head. l know what I'm talking about.
He is a jay with a gun, and you may
tell him | said so; do you hear? Tell
him to come out if he wants me to
demonstrate it. He has got every
body, including you, scared to death.
Now, 1 say, don't be silly. l want Du
Sang"
Rebstock rose to his feet solemnly
and pointed his finger at Whispering
Smith. whispering Smith, you know
me-
Il know you for a fat rascal"
That's all right. You know me,
and, just as you say, we always get
along because we both got sense"
You're hiding yours to-day, Reb-
stock"
mo matter; I'll tell you what I'll
do. I'll give you all the horsefesh you
can kill and all the men you can hire
to go after him, and I'll bury your dead
myself. You think he can't shoot? I
give you a tip on the square" Whis-
pering Smith snorted. He'll shoot the
four buttons off your coat in four
Shots" Smith kicked Rebstock's dog
contemptuously. "And do it while you
are falling down. I've seen him do
it," persisted Rebstock, moist with
perspiration. I'm not looking for a
chance to go against a sure thing; I
wash my hands Of the job"
Whispering Smith rose. 1T was no
trick to see he had you scared to
death. You are losing your wits, old
man. The albino is a faker, and l tell
you I am going to run him out of the
country" Whispering Smith reached
for his hat. Our treaty ends right
here. You promised to harbor no man
in your sink that ever went against
our road. You know as well as / do
that this man, with four others, held
I'D our train night before. last at Tower
w, shot our engineman to death for
| mere delight, killed a messenger, took
SEE, 900 out of the through safe and
made his good getaway. Now, don't
lie; you know every word of it, and
you thought you could pull it out of
me by a bluff. / track him to your
door. He is inside the Cache this
minute. You know every curve and
| canyon and jail-bird in it, and they pay
you blood-money and hush-money
every month; and when l ask you not
| to give up a dozen men the company Is
entitled to, but merely to send this
| pink-eyed lobster out with his guns to
talk with me, you wash your hands OF
the job, do you? Now listen. If you
don't send Du Sang into the open be-
fore noon tomorrow, I'll run every
living steer and every living man out
of Williams Cache before I cross the
Crawling Stone again, SO help me
| God! And I'll send for cowboys with
in 80 minutes to begin the job. I'll
scrape your Deep Greek canyons till
the rattlesnakes squeal. I'll make VIII.
liams Cache so wild that a timber