The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-08-27

ITS as good as DONE" announced
Dancing, taking up his hat, "and, Mr..
McCloud, might I have a little advance
for cigars and things?"
Cigars and ammunition-of course.
See Sykes, William, see Sykes; If the
Office is closed go to his house-and
see what will happen to you" added
the visitor in an aside, and tell him
to telephone up to Mr.. McCloud for in
struction," he concluded, unceremon-
iously.
Nov why do you want to start Bill
on a fool business like that?" asked
McCloud, as Bill Dancing took long
steps from the room toward the Office
Of Sykes. the cashier.
HE didn't know me to-day, but he
will tomorrow" said the stranger, re.
lectively. Goods, what I've seen that
man go through in the days Of the
giants! Why, George, this will keep
the boys talking. and they have to do
something. Spend the money; the
company is making it too fast any.
way; they moved $4,000 cars n day
last week. Personally I'm glad to have
a little fun out Of it; it will be he'll
pure and undefiled long before we get
through. This will be an easy way
CT letting Sinclair know l am here.
Bill will report me conf1dentially to
him as a suspicious parsonage"
To the establishment Of Sykes, the
superintendent confirmed over the tel
ephone Dancing's statement that he
was to draw some expense money. Bill
asked for $25. Sykes offered him two,
and Bill with some indignation &C.
cepted five. He spent all Of this in
trying to find Sinclair, and on the
strength Of his story to the boys. Dor.
rowed five dollars more to prosecute
the search At ten o'clock that night
he ran into Sinclair playing cards in
the big rooms above the Three Horses.
The Three Horses still rears Its
hospitable two-story front in Fort
street, the only I'M of the Medicine
Bend gambling houses that goes back
to the days Of 81; and it is the boast
of its owners that since the key was
thrown away, 80 years ago, its doors
have never been closed, night or day,
except once for two hours during the
funeral Of Dave Hawk. Bill Dancing
drew Sinclair from his game and told
him Of the talk with McCloud, touch.
ing it up with natural enthusiasm. The
%bridgeman took the news in high
good humor and slapped Dancing on
the back. did you see him alone,
Bill?" asked Sinclair, with interest,
Come ove here, come along. I want
you to meet a good friend. Here, Har.
vey, shake hands with Bill Dancing
Bill, this is old Harvey Du Sang,
meanest man in the mountains to his
enemies and the whitest to his friends
-eh, Harvey?"
Harvey seemed uncommunicative
Studying his hand, he asked in a sou1
way whether it was a Jackpot, and
upon being told that it was not, pushed
forward some chips and looked stu
pidly up-though Harvey was by nc
means stupid. proud to know you
sir" said Bill, bending frankly as he
put out his hand. PROUD to know any
friend Of Murray S%inclair's. What
might be your business"
Again Du Sang appeared abstracted
He looked up at the giant 1ineman
who. in spite Of his own size and
strength, could have crushed him be
tween his fingers, and hitched his
chair q little. but got no further to
ward an answer and paid no attention
whatever to Bills extended hand.
Cow business, BILL" i~nterposed Sin
clair. Where? Why, up near the
park, Bill. up near the park. Bill is ar
old friend of mine, Harvey. Shake
hands with George Seagrue, Bill, and
you know Henry Karg-and old Stormy
Gorman-well. I guess you know him
too" exclaimed Sinclair, introducing
the other players. Look here a min
ute, Harvey"
Harvey. much against his inclina
tion, was drawn from the table and re
tired with. Sinclair and Dancing to al
empty corner, where Dancing told hi,
story again. At the conclusion Of Il
Harvey rather snorted. Sinclair
asked questions. was anybody elst
there when you saw McCloud, Bill?"
Zone man." answered Bill. impress
sively.
"Who?"
ga stranger to me.
"a stranger! What did he lool
like