Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1912-09-05
CHAPTER xVll.-(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 hay
ing run the fellows as far as Chm
maron Crossing-there they got across
and escaped
Who led the poser"
"A man called Black. | think" be
said
Black Bart?"
yes. that's the name: so. reckon
YOU didn't bury Willis Waite this time.
Captain You wouldn't have thought
be was dead one II you had heard
him swear whne he was telling the
s,ory-it did him proud. ncser heard
him do better since the second day al
Gettysburg had his ear shot oil
then. and | had to fix him up-Lord.
but be 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
be found himself involved
What brought the General up
here" he questioned. finally.
Il haven't much idea" was the
reply. 81 don't think | asked him d.
rectly. | 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
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 we're about the only ones lei'
al the tables. Keith stretched him
self. looking around
We'll. Doctor, am very glad t'
have met you again. and to loarf
Waite is actually alive This Is
rather queer affair. but will have ''
work Itself out. Anyway. ] am TOO
oead tired tonight to hunt after clue'
In midst OF this babel. I've been II
the saddle most OF the time Tor
week, and have got to find n bed.
u reckon you won't discover sucl
thing here" dryly. Got seven In
room upstairs. and others corde'
along the hall. Better share my cell
only thing to do
That would be asking too much
can turn in at the corral with Neo
I've slept in worse places"
Couldn't think of It. Keith an
ue doctor got up. Besides yo
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
mats our harvest time. Come oil
and I'll show you the way. VINE
morning comes Ill rout you out an
take my turn"
Keith had enjoyed considerable e
perience in frontier hotels. but not
ing before had ever quite equalled thi
Tue pride Of Sheridan. The produ'
VI mushroom town. which merely
is'ed by grace OF the temporary RAJ
way terminus. II had been hastily al
h'msily constructed. so 1t could
transported elsewhere at n moment
notice. Every creak OF bed echo'
from wall to wall. The thin par
uons often failed to reach the ceili'
py foot or two. and the slighte
noise aroused the entire floor. Al
mere was noise OF every conceivaD
KIND, In plenty. from the blare oil
oand at the Pioneer Dance Hall OPT
site, to the energetic cursing OF u
COOK In the rear. A discordant q
VI voices surged up from the sire
oelow-laughter. shouts, the shrieks
women, a rattle of dice. an occasion
pistol shot. and the continuous ye
ing Of Industrious "barkers." the
was no safety anywhere. An explodi
revolver in No. Al was quite likely
disturb the peaceful slumbers cf I
innocent occupant OK No. 10, and eve
sound of quarrel in the thronged D.
room below caused the ledger to @
Up In momentary expectation OF
ray bullet coursing toward