Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-11-03
CHAPTER xVII.-(Continued.)

''You say there was no tracer"
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 Eav-
ing run the fellows as far as CHM
maron Crossing they got across
and escaped"
who led the posse?"
"A man called Black, think" he
said
BLACK Bart?"
Yes, that's the name; so, | reckon
you didn't bury Willis Waite this time
Cartain. 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
CctEysburg-ha his ear shot off
then, and | had to fix him up-Lord,
but he called me a few things"
x eth sat silent, fully convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth, yet more puzzled than ever
over the peculiar situation in which
he found himself involved.
What brought the General up
here?' he questioned, finally.
Il haven't much idea" was the
reply. Il don't think | asked him di-
rectiy. | wasn't much interested.
Thee 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.
ioin hn'c fro
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
Well, Doctor, | am very glad to
have met you again, and to learn
Waite is actually alive This is
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
week. and have got to find bed
Il reckon you won't discover such
I thing here" dryly Got seven in
room upstairs, and others corded
along the hall. Better share my cell
only thing to do
THAT would be asking too much
4 can turn in at the corral with Neb;
I've slept in worse places"
Couldn't think of it, Keith and
the doctor got up. Besides. you
sleep at night. don't your
Usually. yes" the other admitted.
Then you won't bother me any
40 doctor sleeps at night in Sheridan;
that's our harvest time. Come on.
and I'll show you the way When
morning comes I'll rout you out and
take my turn"
Keith had enjoyed considerable ex-
perience in frontier hotels, but moth
Ing before had ever quite equalled this,
the pride of Sheridan. The product
OF q mushroom town, which merely ex-
listed by grace of the temporary rail-
way terminus, it had been hastily and
Gimsily constructed, so 1t could be
transported elsewhere at moments
notice. Every creak Of bed echoed
from wall to wall The thin parti-
tons often failed to reach the ceiling
by a foot or two, and the slightest
there was noise of every conceivable
kind. in plenty, from the blare of
band at the Pioneer Dance Hall oppo-
site. to the energetic cursing of the
cook In the rear A discordant din
of voices surged up from the street
below-laughter shouts. the shrfeks OF
women. rattle of dice. an occasional
pistol shot, and the continuous yell
ing of Industrious 'barkers. There
was no safety anywhere, An exploding
revolver in No. AZ was quite likely 10
disturb the peaceful slumbers OF the
innocent occupant of No. Is. and every
sound of quarrel in the thronged car
room below caused the lodger to curl
up in momentary expectation of a
stray bullet coursing toward him