The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1911-06-03

the states. | say-burn the Indians
hut sneak to my shack and lay low.
Don't explain anything. Those miners
wouldn't stay in camp minute, and
the health officer'd hang me for not re-
portin'. Thanks. old chap, thanks. II
was dirty job for you"
| heard no more except the woolies
gathering aloft and hitting the distant
sea with roar. The sturdy little
Doc would finish the job alone"
Firing the hut from the inside.
sneaked through the camp toward the
doctors shack
1t SO happened tas it always hap
pens) that on the day after my grue-
some Job with DR.. Dickson, one OF We
visiting eastern directors had FIRE
MENUS case of cramps as the super
intendent impressively announced
Now. where was that good-for-noth-
ing. lying. scheming little Doc? Why.
drunk abed, Of course"
So. with this verdict. collection Of
exasperated directors visited Dick
sons shack to rout him out. The door
unlocked but the doctor was nowhere
In camp. A meeting Of the directors
was called which resolved that it was
dangerous to the camp TO continue the
employment of. a man who was this,
that and the other bad. incompetent,
haitAfu thing. So Doc was dis,
charged. on. the, spot, the while an in
citation xas assprepared to another ply
sician at Jnnsau to come and fill the
exalted position. ~.
1t was an. innate sense Of respnn-
sibility which impelled me to steal
away on the, third night after Dick
son had gone to sea with his Sick
wards, Packing my hight kit l bun.
dled up what rem aimed and letc it
labeled to follow me In the Mary Ann
when the visiting directors returned to
Ketchikan. My note TO them did not,
create favorable impression of my
aitentiveness to their distressed busi-
'Gentlemen: As J. Uax, serve yop
more by finding Dr. Dickson than by
remaining In camp. have. left some
OF, my duffle to accompany you on
YOUR voyage to. :Ketchikan. am
cruising down the bay, to hunt for him
and for-bears. While sailing, please
look for my fire and a freshly, ,hlazed
spruce on your port side. Kindly blow
the launch whistle every two miles
down. l ought to be from six to eight
miles south on the west coast Of
Prince of Wales Island"
From the doctors shack l appro-
priated his rifle, a supply OF ammuni-
ton and such medicines as thought
he might need: also l took some
Scotch whisky, and brandy. pies and
tobacco, a cot, tent and bedding, a
stove shotgun and shells, field glass,
disinfectants, and all the provisions
could induce the cook to hand out
One of the squaw's babies had died
on the day following their rough voy-
age from the mine. And the other
little varmint," said Dickson softly,
will pass in his checks presently The
squaw'l pull through II the buck don't
lay down this week. I'm goin' to
stand by the case a while longer II
YOU say the boss isn't cussin' of me-"
Early the next day we heard the
siren of the Mary Ann. The launch
was sailing down the bay What 1
said to the rubicund and pudgy Doc,
and just what he said to me as he
stood of twenty yards or SO with eyes
Of greater eloquence than his quaint
tongue had ever known, doesn't mat
| ter here and now. Sufiice 1t that I
made my short but tangled way to the
shore alone. stood under Docs pink
shirt and near the fat new blaze and
waited for the Mary Ann. Her pirate
captain, seeing me waving a small
birch signal-fashion. stopped his en-
gine and drifted a. close a. he deemed
prudent. In q few moments the launch