The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1912-06-21
CHAPTER xvii.--(Contlnued.)

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 hav-
ting run the fellows as far as Chm
maron Crossing-tAere they got across
and escaped"
WHO led the poser"
"a man called Black. I think" 10
said.
Black Bart?"
Eyes, that's the name: 10. I reckon
yeu didn't bury Willis Waite this time,
Captain. You wouldn't have thought
Ne was Q dead one II you had heard
him swear while he was telling the
story-it did him proud; eve heard
him do better since the second day a.
Cettysburg-had his ear shot Off
then, and l had TO fix him up-Lord.
but he called me q few things"
Keith sat silent. fully convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth, yet more puzzled than v
ever the peculiar situation In which
hs found himself involved.
what h-cush. the Genera: "
Aere?" he questioned. finally.
II haven't much idea" was the
reply. Il don't think | asked him d.
sectly. I wasn't much Interested.
There was a hint dropped. however,
o you speak about it. 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 dining-room was thinning out,
and they were about the only ones left
1t the tables. Keith stretched him
self. looking around.
We'll. Doctor, ! am very glad to
have met you again. and to learn
Waite is actually alive. This is q
rather queer affair. but will have to
work itself out. Anyway, I 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 a bed"
II reckon you won't discover such
q thing here." dryly. Got seven In a
room upst&irs. and others corded
along the hail. Better share my CELL
only thing to do"
THAT would be asking too much
] a turn In at the corral with Neb:
I've slept in worse places"
Couldn't think of 1t, 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:
chats our harvest time. Come or
and I'll show you the way. When
morning ONES In rout you out and
take my turn"
Keith had enjoyed considerable ex-
rsrience in frontier hotels. but nOth-
eng before had aver quite oqualled this,
ahe pride Of Sheridan. The product
Of . mushroom town. which merely ex-
listed by grace of the temporary rail-
way terminus. It had been hastily and
0imsily constructed. so It could be
transported elsewhere at . moments
notice. Every creak OF z bed echoed
from wall to wall. The thin parti.
lions often failed to reach the ceiling
~ . 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 tho energetic cursing Of the
cook In the cal. A di%scordant din
Of voices surged up from the street
below-laughter, shouts, the shrieks Of
women. a rattle OF dice. an occasional
pisSa$l shot. and the continuous yell
lnf Of Industrious "~harkers." There
W.. no safety anywhere. An exploding
revolver in No. II vas quite likely to
disturb the peaceful slumbers Of the
innocent occupant of No. 10. and every
sound Of quarrel In the thronged baf
room below caused the ledger to carl
% in m~orncutary expectation q .
ptrsy 1uiAuG esuEslng toward -