The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-08-20
In Which Yellow Wins
By Will Lexington Comfort
Copyright. by ]. B. Lippincott Cos

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was blackened considerable for his
genius in hiding gold. An idea came
ito me.
"Didsey," I said, "Bertie isn't max
ing it at the shanty, an veal are
scraping virgin rock here. We're on
the wrong hump. I'll bet Mac used
his old claim up the river for a cache"
eff you're so sure, why in thunder
don't you go there and find it?" Did.
sey snapped.
Il guess l will-if that's the way
you feel about it," l said, cold and
ragged:
But 1 didn't go up the river. 1 went
to Blinkey Giles, feeling mean and
savage and empty. A half-hour later,
sitting in Blinkey's, l heard a shot in
the gorge; then another. In a few
minutes they brought up Andy Craig
with a couple of bullets in his
shoulder. Andy had expressed an
opinion in personal terms displasing
to Tom Steep. Hidden treasure gar
nished with red-eye is the most sim
pie and direct brain-poison known in
or out of doors.
"sodom is sure renewing her
youth" l remarked.
She'll renew 1t on Mammon water,
II she don't behave" Blinkey OBJ.
served. She's gettin' SO you can't
trust her with likker."
AS I look back on the next five
days, I always wish / had a better
forgettery. Every little while faith
full Memory hands me a fresh episode
from that cluster of sorrows, and l
see my bright companions and self
rushing to and fro in the ways of
darkness. The spirit of brotherhood
was al missing from Sodom in those
days as Tom Sleeps Mexican poodle.
Every dewy eve I would vow to search
no omre for the %corrupting lucre, now
to go back to peace and my played
out claim, picking up my old warm
relations with Didsey on the way; but
the gold would clutch me fresh in the
pearly morn, and the madness there
of.
That fifth noon there was a yell
from Tom Steep. He had had a dream
in the night. Toms soul is on the
surface, any way. Like a pack of
starved dogs, we piled on to him,
lustful to get u fingers in the gold
mad devils all: Didsey and l at war;
Andy Craig groaning unattended in a
shack up the trail; Mollie Burns cook.
ing grub which nobody had time for;
and Blinkey Gle discriminating as to
who was fit to take his drink. Poor
Sodom!-we weren't true to her those
five days!
It wasn't treasure; it wasn't the
cache. Tom had only struck a root.
We pulled back ashamed and relieved.
And no one spoke. Just then / hap
pened to look at Didsey's face. The
light had gone out there. Mad, utter
mad-and our hearts were still at
large! He was tearing up toward the
Gomorrah rim Of the canyon, his jaw
slipped and streaky white, his eyes
wild. His hands frightened on my
arm like five sets of ice hooks.
Look thar" he whispered.
1 looked and saw McConachie, as
in living flesh, smiling that twisted,
peaked smile and dangling his legs
over the gorge.
Il guess I'm even with all you play
full gents" he said, softly. II could
"a stayed away longer, but my heart
took on hurtin' t. see you overworkin'
this way. An then you didn't mean
nothin' by your jokes on poor old Mac.
You amt bad at heart-just prankish.
L used to joke some-so l come back"
He slid down into our midst. We
felt him, and he was there. Didsey
was the first to speak.
you put 1t on US right, Mac" he
said, huskily, "an' we 'preciate it full.
some; but what was them remains
scattered around the gorge we took
for ~your'n?"
THAT thar Twin material? Come
t. think of it, Didsey, l recollect that
Ten Sleeps dog was comm in from
Socoro designations, an did venture a
little too close to that fuse-lemme
see"
We held steep off. l felt a hard,
warm hand settle on mine. 1t was
Didsey's.