The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-01-26
"The cashier didn't make any SUI

The cashier didn't make any su-
lerfuous movements In obeying.
The other employees of the bank,
also recognizing Caldwell swept all
OF the banks ready cash, $4,000,
into the leather pouch suspended
from his neck by a strap. Then he
backed out the door. None OF the
bank people had made a move ex-
cept the cashier, and the cashier
only moved to do what Caldwell told
him to do. Caldwell got on his horse
in front of the bank and made for
the canons at a leisurely amble.
"As / say, when | got to Duran
go, three hours after the thing hap
pened, Durango was a heap per-
turbed over the thing: but nobody
seemed to want the $4,000 reward
which the bank Immediately offered
for Caldwell. dead or alive.
THE folks stood around and talk
ed aboutit in the groggeries and gam
bling joints and honkatonks, but
none of those quick-trigger people OF
Durango had lost any $4,000 worth
OF Bud Caldwell that they were anxi-
Gus to recover The idea Of camping
| on Buds trail wasn't even suggested
by any Of them.
| About Z o'clock that evening
was having an after-supper smoke In
| the 12x20 lobby of the Hell-Nor-Pete
| Hotel, where / was registered, when
the hotel blackboard came up from
| the railroad station with new guest.
| He'd swung along from Deadwood.
He was Bricky Barr, my former vio-
! lin pupil of Wichita.
Il recognized him at once, al
though he had picked up some bad
and disfiguring knife scars on the
left side of his face. He remember
ed me, too, and he was kind enough
to say, in his foolish loyalty to his
| first instructor, that, although he'd
! heard Wilhelmi aand Remenyi since
! seeing me last, he considered that
had both of those renowned violin
lists eaten up in a limekiln when 1t
came to sure-enough fiddlin'.
"Bricky had been prowling around
! the new mining camps of Colorado
! for some years, he told me, and we
were having a pleasant time, talking
fiddle and fddling, when Bricky's
! attention was attracted by the up
roar of caloric talk in the bar over
Bud Caldwells visit that day. Bricky
| pricked up his ears at that and in
stantly lost interest in the fiddle con-
versation. l told him briefly about
the Caldwell business
Anybody goin' after him. in
quired Bricky getting up and address,
ing the thirty or forty men lounging
! around. Two or three of them NUT
tered that they hadn't lost any Bud
! Caldwells
Well. you're pigeon-livered
| lot O. jumpers. said Bricky, where
upon l instantly ducked behind a
| partition in the rear of the office,
not hankering for any lead ballast.
Poor plasterer.' l breathed to
myself as l made the shelter of the
partition. you've fiddled your last
! double-step in G major or in any
other key!'
But, to my intense astonishment,
! there was no fusillade. Bricky had
/ got by with his savage crack. l
peered from behind the partition.
! They were all standing fixed in their
! position, looking curiously at Bricky.
/ He was natural captain of men. l
! observed that the topaz glitter / had
| caught once before in his eyes was
| there again. The others in that lob
/ by and bar seemed to be under the
! influence of that eye of Brickys, too.
Anyhow, not a man of them went
! for his guns, despite the hot gibe
! from the lips of this stranger in the
camp.
Is there anything in it for fetch
ing the coyote in?' Bricky inquired
of the crowd in general, after the
long pause.
Five thousand. two or three of
them chorused.
Well, that's a slick enough piece
of change to be worth tearing off,
said Bricky. not in any boastfuI tone.
! but with the air of man expressing
approval of a business transaction
that looked pretty good. Amy ON
brey here stake me to a couple o.
guns?'
We'll. l could see them rubber
ing still harder at the red-haired
chap then. He had given them all
that raking about being pigeon-liv-
cred. eh, without having any guns
on him at the time he spoke? II
was plain that they couldn't make
anything out of Bricky. But a big
ruf1an Of camp terror brought his
mallet-like fist down on the bar.
He amt no -- gopher II he
is red head. the rufian beloved.
And then he strolled over to
Bricky and handed him a pair of
.46's, butts foremost. Then he un-
shipped his cartridge belt and Bricky
buckled it around his waist.
Amy hawss loafing about camp
that can get out OF his own way!
inquired Bricky then.
THE horse was In front of the