The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-12-20
CHAPTER WI.
The Roundup.

me Houhu-Op.
yesse's Narrative.
While made signal fires on the
top OF the cliff, Mr.. Robber came TO
find out from my wife why for y
hadn't called to leave my card at the
South Cave He's picturesque. says
she, hair like ravens wing, eyes
steel.blue, scarf indigo striped with
orange, shirt black silk, woolly snaps
out of Wild West show, gold and
silver fixings, Cheyenne saddle. car
bine of some foreign breed, or maybe
a Krag. manners fit for a king. age
thirty-four, height six feet two inches.
chest only thirty-eight, and such SAD
smile--all OF this will be useful TO
the police.
He tried all he knew to get out of
being photographed, which | wisht Ia
been there, for 1t must have been
plumb comic. but we all submits when
Kate gets after u.s., That reminds me
that II he can't capture the camera
and plate, we're apt to be burnt out
by accident
She led him on and made him talk.
II his boss knew how much Kate has
down in her notebook, this guy with
the sad eyes would get kicked all
round the pasture. When ! axed II
the robber made love to her, my wife
just laughed and turned away, telling
me not to be a fool: but the blush
came around her neck.
| dunno. Perhaps it's my liver. SO
I'm taking the only medicine ! have,
which it tastes like liniment. Is it
liver, or am ! getting to dislike this
person?
So happens, while was writing,
Billy O'Flynn comes along with the
pack outfit on his way to Skyline. He
wanted to know why made them fires.
so | explained l was making clearing
up thar for Kate's spring chrysanthe-
NUNS. (She spelt that word, which
had me begged down to the hocks.)
1t may be liver. or my squeam in
famed, but my mind amt easy, and
the Skyline folk may think I'm only
joshing with them fires.
can't leave Kate to ride for help,
can't shift her. can't send Billy to
the constable without breaking my
contract with the Skyline, and | don't
divulge nothin' to William OFlynn,
Esquire, who talks to the moon rather
than waste conversation.
II make letter for Dale, and slip
1t into the pouch. Billy won't know. or
gossip If he happens to meet in with
stray robbers. I'll get him up and
off by midnight to the Skyline. in
time for the supper pies. and the boys
will be surging down to the ferry be-
fore midnight. Now ] must make up
some lies to hasten Billy's timid foot
steps along the path of duty.
III.
Billy fastened away at midnight to
tell Dale that pigeons milk Is selling
at eighty.four and threefourths. He
believes that If he can get that secret
intelligence to Iron in good time. he's
to share the profits. Fact is. that
Irons late wife made him the laugh
ingstock o0the plains over some joke
she put up on him connected with
pigeons milk, so that Billy's share OF
the profits will be delivered on the
toe of Dale's boot. He's breaking rec.
ords to make the Skyline quick.
Nothing happened this morning. ex-
cept Bull Durham, calling himself
Brooke. He, the gent with the sad
eyes. who camo to make love to my
wife, He paid me one hundred dol.
lars for pasturage. Then | axed him
to stay to dinner, and Kate says she
found out which weeks the CariDoo
stage carries specie, and how many
thousand dollars a month in amalgap
comes down from the Skyline camp
He even dragged out of me that old
Surly Brown, the miser, has fifteen
thousand dollars buried under the
dirt floor OF his cabin--which reminds
me that IL Browns home becomes the
scene of mining stampede. I'll have
to keep shy OF his rifle. Yes. Bull
showed great gift of faith, and go
both his photo and the negative t
show there was no Ill feeling. In
pastoral, harmless. simple. raised fol
pet.
Leaving Kate hid in a ruined shack
halfway to the ferry. was down b,
eleven p. m. to the bank OF the river
hailing old man Brown. SO soon al
he'd brung me acrost, sent him Z
ride for all he was worth and collec
our constable, which cost me eighteen
dollars and horse. The money !,
severe. but I'll get even on hors
trades.
From midnight to one a. m. pu
in the time cuscing Dale; from thel
till two a. m. Selt that nobody loves
me: from two a. m. to half past,
was scheming to take the robber
single-handed. At two thirty-five Dali
rolled up with nine men from Skyline
mounted on Billy's ponies. beside
O'Flynn. and Ransome Pollock, VIII
may be good for a burnt offering Blu
isn't much use alive.
or course, having raised the coun
try, I'D got to make good, producing
business proposition and robbers I,
follow. Iron has no sense OF hume
anyhow, and cant see jokes unless IN
prices Is wrote plain on their tickets