Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1910-01-13

as the two shook hands, but he dis
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 l 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. l 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 message for you to
come out and meet me? Not on your
life! When l 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. well, who
do you want?" he beloved in kind.
A smile softened the asperity of the
railroad mans face. That's a fair
question and l give you 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 l want them, but, in
especial and particular, | 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 at
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 a different express
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 to
tell you the simple truth. Du Sang
has got you scared to death. That
man is a faker, Rebstock. Because
he kills men right and left without
any provocation, you think he is dan
gerous. He isn't; there are a dozen
men in the Cache just as good with a
gun as Du Sang is. Don't shake your
head | know what I'm talking about
He is jay with gun, and you may
tell him l said SO; do you hear? Tel
him to come out if he wants me to
demonstrate it. He has got every
body, including you, scared to death
Now, l say, don't be silly. l want Du
Sang"
Rebstock rose to his feet solemnly
and pointed his finger at Whispering
Smith Whispering Smith, you know
me-
81 know you for fat rascal"
That's all right You know me
and, just as you say, we always gel
along because we both got sense"
You're hiding yours to-day, Reb
stock"
mo matter; I'll tell you what II
do. I'll give you all the horseflesh yol
can kill and all the men you can hire
to go after him, and I'll bury your dead
myself. You think he can't shoot?
give you tip on the square" Wits
pering Smith snorted. He'll shoot thu
four buttons off your coat in fou
shots" Smith kicked Rebstock's do.
contemporary. and do it while yo'
are falling down. I've seen him d.
it," persisted Rebstock, moist wit
; perspiration. I'm not looking for
chance to go against sure thing;
wash my hands of the job"
: Whispering Smith rose. ut was n
! trick to see he had you scared t
, death. You are losing your wits, oil
, man. The albino is a faker, and tel
you am going to run him out of tn
country" Whispering Smith reache
) for his hat. Our treaty ends RICH
| here. You promised to, harbor no ma
t in your sink that ever went agains
: our road. You know as well as /
that this man, with four others, hel