Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1911-08-15
Il the at cimmaron Crogsin, early Yesterday


He possessed the appetite of the
open, of the normal man in perfect
physical health, and he ate heartily,
his eyes wandering out of the open
window down the long, dismal street
A drunken man lay in front of the
Red Light" saloon sleeping undis-
turbed; two cur dogs were snarling at
each other just beyond over bone;
a movers wagon was slowly coming
in across the open through cloud Of
yellow dust. That was all within the
radius of vision. For the first time in
years the East called him-the old
life of cleanliness and responsibility.
He swore to himself az he tossed the
Chinaman pay for his breakfast, and
strobe out onto the steps. Two men
were coming up the street together
from the opposite direction-one lean,
dark-skinned, with black goatee, the
other heavily set with closely trim
med gray beard. Keith knew the lat
ter, and waited, leaning against the
door, one hand on his hip.
"Hullo, Bob" he said genially;
they must have routed you out pref
ty early today"
They shore did, Jack" was the re-
Spouse. He came up the steps some
what heavily, his companion stopping
below. 1.-THE boys raise hell all night,
an then come ter me ter straighten
it out in the mawnin'. When did we
git in?"
"An hour ago; had to wake the
'chink' up to get any chuck. Town
looks dead
'Tain't over lively at this time O.
day." permitting his blue eyes to wan
der up the silent street, but instantly
bringing them back to Keith's face,
but 1 reckon it'll wake up later on"
He stood sQuarely on both feet. and
one hand rested on the butt of a re-
volver. Keith noticed this, wonder
ing vaguely.
Il reckon yer know, Jack, as how I
ginerally git what I goes after" said
the slow, drawing voice, AN that 1
draw bout as quick as any O. the
boys. They tell me yo're a gun-f1ght-
er, but it won't do ye no good ter
make play yere, fer one O. us is sure
to git yer-do yer sabe?"
Get me?" Keith's voice and face
expressed establishment, but not a
muscle of his body moved. What do
you mean, Bob-are you fellows after
me?"
Sure thing; got the warrant here"
and he tapped the breast of his shirt
with his left hand
The color mounted into the cheeks
of the other. his lips grew set and
white. and his gray eyes darkened.
Let it all out, Marshal" he said
sternly, you've got me roped and
tied. Now what's the charger"
Neither man moved, but the one be-
low swung about so as to face them,
one hand thrust out of sight beneath
the tail of his long coat.
Make him throw up his hands,
Bob" he said sharply.
"Oh. l reckon thar amt goin' ter
be no trouble" returned the marshal
genialIy. yet with no relaxation of at
tention. Keith knows me, an ex-
poets fair deal Still. maybe bet
ter ask yer TO unhitch yer belt, Jack"
A moment Keith seemed to hesitate,
plainly puzzled by the situation and
endeavoring to see some way of es-
cape; then his lips smiled. and he
silently unlocked the belt, handing it
ever.
Sure, know you're square, Hicks,
he said, coolly. And now I've unlim-
oered, kindly inform me what this is
all about"
Il reckon yer don't know"
No more than an unborn babe. |
have been here but an hour"
That's it: if yer had been longer
thar wouldn't be no trouble. Yo're
wanted for KILN a couple o men out