Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-05-27

A man "nOSe size was dS uhuouoi os
his good looks, rode up to the hitch
ing post in front of the Silver Dollar
Saloon, the only establishment Of It's
kind In Martinez, Ariz. Jim Pierce, sit
ting within, his hat showed carelessly
back from. his brow, his chair tipped
comfortably against the wall, brown
little cigarette In the process Of form
alton between his fingers, lazily watch
ed the newcomer as he dismounted
. and came in. EE
"Howdy, Dick" he heard him call
Familiarity to the bartender, who was
stopped beneath the bar arranging
some bottles. r..... -..
The latter looked up with quick In
terest.
well, II 1t amt Tom Stevens!" he
cried, extending his hand across the
bar. "How are you sheriff? Amt seen
you since you was elected. How's the
world going up in Coconino county,
Fines could be-" answered the
sheriff. Amt this one lulu of day?
. Say, Dick,"-he leaned over confden-
tially-'let's open the biggest one
you've got in the house. I'm dog-gone
near burned up" SCI.
You're the doc" he agreed. Say,
sheriff, what brings you down here
anyway? After somebody"
The sheriff poured himself drink
and studied the liquid thoughtfully.
Remember that hold-up in Pres
colt last year, the time the postofflce
was cleaned out?" he presently asked
Jim Pierce had been fast losing all
interest in the conversation, when he
heard this question. Suddenly, though
his position and expression did not
change in the least, his pulse quick
ened and he leaned forward to hear
more clearly. From mere force OF
habit. perhaps, his right hand drifted
quickly to 6 spot just below the waist
line where his chaps bulged signih-
cantly.
sure, I remember" replied the bar
tender. Made a clean getaway,
didn't they?"
yea. We got tip up in the Of
fee that the man that pulled that on
IA LAYING low down around here" went
ON the sheriff. 1--WE know just about
where to find him, II the tips straight.
He's aiming to keep near the border
SOS he can jump over into Mexico II
he thinks anyone's on his trail"
THAT so? What's he look like? l
mighta seen him around"
ITO be right honest, Dick. 1 don't
know. 1 amt never seen him. A
mans gonna meet me here today
though, that used to work with him
before he turned hold-up man."
Know his name?"
Names Pierce-Jim Pierce. We
don't figure to let"
But Jim had heard quite enough.
Rising quickly from his chair, ne
walked out to where his horse-a lean.
sinewy, sorrel was hitched. Untying
him he swung into the saddle and
rode over to the railroad station.
Here he dismounted, stepped unhes-
itatingly onto the platform. and WALK
ed into the waiting-room. A thin,
pasty- faced nervous little man with a
green eye-shade sat in the office TAX
ing a message from the clicking re-
ceiver.
Jim leaned over the ticket counter,
his right hand suspended and hover
ing close about that lump In his chaps.
Say, sonny, is that message right
Important" he asked, with the man
ner Of a man who had right to know.
The operator looked up with an air
OF annoyance.
Cause IL it amt" Jim went on. II
got some business that is. And amt
strong on waiting"
The other glared angrily at him for
a moment, then turned back TO his
writing as II to ignore him completely.
"Oh, all rightey." grinned the ig-
nored one. "I'll wait then. / wouldn't
"a cut in on you that way when you
was busy, only what I gotta see you
about is so blamed important. But l
reckon can wait. sui
The operator showed back the paper
he had been writing on and looked up
resignedly.
"Well?" he snapped, starting to rise
from his chair. What is it?"
In the act of rising he paused, grew
suddenly tense, and stood as one trans
fixed. Under the green eye-shade his
face looked ghastly. His eye, wide
and staring, fixed immovably on the
heavy revolver that Jim's right hand
had brought above the counter and
leveled.
Put your hands up-way up-and
act nice" Jim pleasantly command
ed. 'If you hurry we'n have this lit
tie business over in no time. Now
walk over to that safe and open 1t.
That's the way"
The frightened operator, his whole
body trembled, walked over to the
safe. Twirling the handle about with
unsteady hands he finally succeeded in
getting the combination right, and
swung open the safe door.
"Now," further instructed Jim,
take out all the money and gold, and
bring 1t over here"
The other fumbled little inside
the safe, then brought back a hand
full of paper money. Counting 1t,
Jim found there was a little over
5000. He promptly handed it back.
II amt taking up no collection for
a Sunday school," he said. "Recol-
lect, said money and gold. Sonny,
l happen to know the Big Flush brought
in gold bullion this morning that
oughta bring $1,000. Just trot hat
out, and I'll let you keep this 5000 as
a r'memberance. Might as we'll.
never think but what I took 1t right
along with the rest. Now, let's have
the gold"
The operator hesitated, looked at