The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-10-28

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Whispering Smith was a little harsh
as the two shook hands, but he dis
mounted and followed Rebstock into
the house.
What are you so high and mighty
about?" he demanded. throwing his
hat on the table near which Rebstock
had seated himself. "Why don't you
come out when | send a man to you,
or send word what you will do? What
have you got to kick about? Haven't
you been treated right?"
Being in no position to complain,
but shrewdly aware that much I'M
pleasantness was in the wind, Reb
stock beat about the bush. He had had |
rheumatism he couldn't ride; he had |
been In bed three weeks and hadn't |
seen Du Sang for three months. You
amt chasing up here after Du Sang |
because he killed a man at Mission
Springs. I 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 / 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. We'll, who
do you want?" he beloved in kind.
A smile softened the asperity of the
railroad mans face. That's a fair
question and / 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 Baggs. Your estimable
nephew Barney is with him, and Karg
is with him, and want them, but, in
especial and 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 al
:, two different men for whom handsome
= rewards were out; but every compro
), mise suggested was met with the same
= good-natured words: Il want Du
Sang"
!. At last the smile changed on Wits
pering Smiths face. 1t lighted his
!, eyes still, but with different expires
sion. See here, Rebstock, you and
= have always got along, haven't we
: I've no desire to crowd any man to the
- wall that is man. Now / am going t
tell you the simple truth. Du Sans
. has got you scared to death. Tha
;
: he kills men right and left withou
- any provocation, you think he is dan
70 gerous. He isn't; there are dozei
- men In the Cache just as good with
- gun as Du Sang is. Don't shake you
y head. / know what I'm talking about
= He is jay with gun, and yyu ma.
- tell him | said so; do you hear? Tel
- him to come out If he wants me t,
demonstrate 1t. He has got every
- body, including you, scared to death
10 Now, say, don't be silly. l want D,
Sang"
Rebstock rose to his feet solemn
" and pointed his finger at Whisperin
Smith Whispering Smith, you kno,
C. me-
r, 81 know you for fat rascal"
N That's all right. You know me
TX and, just as you say, we always &c
d. along because we both got sense"
l You're hiding yours to-day, Rel
OF stock"
l mo matter; I'll tell you what T.
W do. I'll give you all the horsefiesh 20
ct can kill and all the men you can hir
ft to go after him, and I'll bury your dea
ig myself. You think he can't shoot?
d, give you tip on the square" Whi
e. pering Smith snorted. Hell shoot tn
four buttons off your coat in fou
ut shots" Smith kicked Rebstocks do
ty contemptuously and do it while 20
an are falling down. I've seen him d
&C. it," persisted Rebstock, moist wit
ar perspiration. I'm not looking for
,r- chance to go against sure thing;
err wash my hands of the job"
er Whispering Smith rose. ut was L
he trick to see he had you scared
he death. You are losing your wits, Of
to man. The albino is faker, and te