The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1911-11-10
CHAPTER XVIl.-(Continued.)

you say there was no trace"
Nothing to travel on after forty
eight hours-a posse started out next
morning, soon as they found him
when they got back they reported hav'
ing run the fellows as far as Gin
maron Crossing-there they got across
and escaped"
Who led the posse?"
"A man called Black, I think" he
said.
Black Bart?"
Yes, that's the name; so, | reckon
you didn't bury Willis Waite this time.
Captain. You wouldn't have thought
he was a dead one If you had heard
him swear while he was telling the
story-it did him proud; never heard
him do better since the second day at
Gettysburg-had his ear shot off
then. and | had to fix him up-Lord,
but he called me a few things"
Keith sat silent. fully convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth. yet more puzzled than ever
owe the peculiar situation In which
he found himself involved.
What brought the General up
here?" he questioned. finally.
81 haven't much idea," was the
reply. 81 don't think | asked him d.
rectly. l wasn't much interested.
There was a hint dropped, however.
now you speak about it. He's keen after
those papers. and doesn't feel salts
fed regarding the report of the posse.
It's my opinion he's trailing after
Black Bart"
The dining-room was thinning out.
and they were about the only ones left
at the tables. Keith stretched him
self, looking around.
We'll. Doctor, | am very glad to
nave met you again, and to learn
Waite is actually alive. This is a
rather queer affair, but will have to
work itself out. Anyway, | am too
dead tired tonight to hunt after clues
IN midst of this babel. I've been In
the saddle most of the time for a
week. and have got to find a bed"
Il reckon you won't discover such
a thing here" dryly. Got seven in a
room upstairs. and others corded
along the hall. Better share my cell
only thing to do"
"ThHt would be asking too much
j can turn In at the corral with Neb;
I've slept in worse places"
Couldn't think of it, Keith" ano
the doctor got up. Besides. yor
sleep at night, don't you?"
Usually, yes" the other admitted
Then you won't bother me any
no doctor sleeps at night in Sheridan
that's our harvest time. Come on
and III show you the way. WheI
morning comes I'll rout you out ant
take my turn"
Keith had enjoyed considerable ex
perience In frontier hotels, but moth
ing before had yer quite equalled this
the pride of Sheridan. The produc
of a mushroom town. which merely ez
listed by grace Of the temporary raj
way terminus, it had been hastily an,
dimsily constructed, SO 1t could b
transported elsewhere at a moment
notice. Every creak of a bed echoe
from wall to wall. The thin part
tions often failed to reach the ceilin
by a foot or two. and the slightes
noise aroused the entire floor. An
there was noise of every CONCEIVABLE
kind, in plenty. from the blare OF
band at the Pioneer Dance Hall opp,
site. to the energetic cursing of tn
cook In the rear. A discordant di
OF voices surged up from the stree
below-iaugnter. shouts, the shrieks
women, a rattle of dice, an occasion;
pistol shot, and the continuous vel
ing of industrious "~barkers." TheI
vas no safety anywhere. An explodin
revolver in No. At vas quite likely
disturb the peaceful slumbers of tn
innocent occupant of No. is, and ever
sound OF quarrel In the thronged ba
room below caused the lodger to Gu
up in ~momentary expectation OF
STRAY bullet c0ursing toward hi