The Huttig news., 1909-07-17
SYNoPeis.

CHAPTER Murray Sinclair and his gang of wreekers were called ont 10 clear the railroad tracks al Smoky Creek.
 CHAPTER II-MeCleud a youNg road superintendent. caught Sinclair and his men in the act of footing the wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded innocence, declar- ing 1t only amounted to small sum-a the whole outfit and ordered the wreck age burned.
 CHAPTER III-McCloud became ac- quainted with Dieksie Cunning, d girl of the west. who came to look at the wreck. She gave him message for Sinclair.
 The men in the Number Eight mine mad determined to get rid of some Italians. and after a good deal of rowing had started in to catch one of hem and hang him. They had chosen l time when McCloud, the assistant superintendent of the mine, was down with mounta.n fever. It was he who had rut the Italians into the mine. He had already defended them from injury. and would be likely, 1t was tlnown, to do so aoa.n if he were able. On this day a mob had been chasing the dagos. and had .. length captured one. Trey were running him down tae street to a telegraph pele when the assistant superintendent appeared in seant attire and stopped them Taking advantage of the momentary toefasion. he hustled their victim into the only rlace of refuge at hand, bi Hard hall. The mob rushed the hal in the farthest corner the un- mtky ltalian, bleeding like bullock and inss ne with fright, knelt, clinging to McCloud's shaky knees. In trying to make the back door the two had been cut of. and the sick boss had got into a corner behind a pool table to make his stand. Tn his pocket he had a pistol. knowing that to use it meant death 10 him as well as to the wretch he was trying to save Fifty men were yelling in the room. They had rope, hatchets, sprinkling of guns. and whigky enough to burn the town, aud in the corner behind a pool table stood the mining boss with mountain fever. the dago and a broken billiard cue
 Bucks took the cigar from his mouth. leaned forward in his chair and stretched his heavy chin out of his neck as if the situation now promised a story. The leader, Smith continued. was the mine blacksmith a strapping Welshman. from whom MeCloud had taken the Italian in the street. The blacksmith had revol yer. and was crazy with liquor Nc Cloud sineled him out in the crowd pointed a finger al him. got the atten tion of the men, and lashed him across the table with his tongue until the blacksmith opened fire on him with lis revolver. MeCleud all the while shaking his fineer at him and abusing him like pieISpocket The crowd coul,'nt believe it's eyes, Gordon Smith concluded, "and McCloud was pushing for he blacksmith with his cue. when Kennedy and l squirmed through to the front and relieved the tension McCloud wasn't hit"
 What is tlat mining mans name ?" asked Bucks. reaching fof message clip.
 "McCloud"
 First name2" continued Bucks, mech; nicaly.
 George
 Bucks looked at his companion in surprise. Then he spoke. and feel ing of reimbursement was reflected in his words. George MeCloud." he echoed. Did you say George? Why, I must know that man. l turned him down once for job. He looked so Deaeeable I thought he was too soft for us" The president laid down his cigar with a gesture of disgust. And yet ther really ar people along this line that think IT clever. l haven't judgment enough to operate trolley car It's shame to take the money they give me for running this system, Gordon Hanged if I didn't think tbat