The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1912-09-06
CHAPTER xvll.-tcOntInusd.)

"You say there was no traec7"
Nothing to travel on after forty
eight hours-a posse started out next
morning. soon as they found him
whom they got back they reported haV'
ing run the fellows us far as Chm
maron Crossing-there they got across
and escaped"
who led the pcssel"
"A man called Black. think" be
said.
Black Bart7"
Yes, that's the name; 40. reckon
you didn't bury Willis Waite this time,
Captain. You wouldn't have thought
he was a dead one II you had heard
him swear while he was telling the
story-it did him proud: never heard
him do better since the second day nj
Gettysburg his car shot on
thon, and had TO fix him up-Lord.
but he called me few things"
Keith sat silent. fully convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth, yet more puzzled than ever
over the peculiar situation In which
no found himself involved.
what brought the General up
hsre7" hO questioned, finally.
Il haven't much idea" was the
reply, Il don't think I asked him d.
reotly. wasn't much Interested.
There was a hint dropped. however.
now you speak about II. He's keen after
those papers. and doesn't feel salts
ned regarding the report OF the posse.
It's my opinion he's trailing after
Black Bart"
The diningroom was thinning out,
At the tables. Keith stretched him
self. looking around.
Well. Doctor. l am very glad TO
have met you again. and TO learn
Waite 10 actually alive. This Is a
rather queer affair. but will have 10
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 md bed
Il reckon you won't discover such
. thing here" dryly. Got seven In q
room upstairs. ard others corded
along the hall, Better share my cell
only thing to do"
That would be asking too much
I can turn In at the corral with Neb;
I've slept In worse places"
Couldn't think OF II, 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
no doctor sleeps at night in Sheridan;
that's our harvest time. Come on,
and III show you the way When
morning comes III rout you out and
take my turn"
Keith had enjoyed considerable eH'
pSriencs in frontier hotels, but moth
ing before had ever quite equalled this,
the pride OF Sheridan, The product
OF u mushroom town. which merely eI'
listed by grace OF the temporary rail
way terminus, II had been hastily and
nlmsily constructed, SO II could be
transported elsewhere at a moments
notice. Every creRk OF bed echoed
from wall TO wall. The thin parti'
lions often failed TO reach the ceiling
By a foot or two. and the slightest
noise aroused the entire floor And
there was noise OF every conceivable
kind. In plenty, from the blare OF a
band at the Pioneer Dance Hall oppo'
site. to the energetic cursing OF the
cook In the rear. A discordant din
II voices surged up from the street
below-lauEhter. shouts. the shrleks OF
women, a rattle OF dice. an occasional
pistol shot. and the continuous Yell
ing OF Industrious "barksrs." There
was no safety anywhere. An exploding
revolver In No. a. was quite likely 10
disturb the peaceful slumbers Of the
innocent occupant q No, 10. and every
sound of quarrel IN the thronEsd bar
room below caused the lodgor TO earl
up In momentRry expectation OF
stray bullet coursinE toward bU