The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1913-02-07
Lower that gun-quick! Lower it,

shootin' iron! I'm the boss here Pr
EN- on the bar. handles first, both o
you'll" wv" y
There was deadly earnestness If
the Dig mans voice, and they obeyee
MIN. Handles first, both of the wea
Quincy said: "e'
NJ, \ our maxim trouble for yourself
ms man is mp prisoner, any vou're
interfering with an officer"
You a policeman? asked th. ~,
the bar. ' u"uef
I'm. I'm deputy Sheriff of MaricoDs
County, Arizona" op'
AND I'm member of the North
west Mounted Police" said Benson
You're long way from home. and
you've got no friends here. This man
mas. He says he is a sailor. and I'm
friend o sailors. Been one mvseif
ana l make my Twin off 'em. And
wnen sailor runs into INV nIace
askin to hide from anyone. police or
not. I'm on his side every time"
Hes no sailor" said Quincy. "He's
phi Rogers, an outlaw l came east
How about it?" asked the pro-
sailor?" ~"
Have been. Can be again." ans
wered Rogers calmly.
BOX the compass. !"
North. nor-an-by-east, nor'-nor'-
east-an'by-"
That's good Which side does the
man toPga!iant halyards lead DOWN.
starboard." "
This mans a sailor alright And
hes not goin' out O. my place under
any mans gun, less he's a policeman
with warrant"
well. we'll get policeman with a
warrant" said Quincy, unless this will
do" He drew forth a receipt made out
by the clerk of the court for extra
dition papers.
Benson stiffened up: Here's some
thing BETTER" he said: "Extradition
papers issued by the authorities at
Washington. It's a warrant. IL anv-
thing is" He drew forth his evidence
OF official integrity
The big man examined both. "Be-
yond me, just now" he commented
However. Pm not going to see a
sailor railroaded out o. my place till
I'm sure it's alright. Come into nv
back room. Well all have a drink
and talk it over. Caseyp he yelled
at the top of his voice, and when the
voice from upstairs answered he ad-
ded, Come down here an tend bar"
Casey, smaller edition of the pro-
prietor, appeared, and the three men
were led to the back room, where .hev
seated themselves at a round table
while the proprietor himself took their
the big man bringing one for himself,
and joining them.
Nov, then he said. lifting his
glass. well drink to a good natured
settlement O this job. whats this
man done out West?"
Robbed the Wickenburg stage of
the first cleanup on the Jim Mahar's
placer mine. About ten thousand dol
lars he got away with"
Jim Mahar!" said Benson. "Whv
that's the name of the man he murder
ed in Manitoba"
How about it mate" asked the bio
man, turning to Rogers.
Same man." he said quietly. 81
shot him; but never robbed him"
You didn't" answered Quincy
derisively. "You were recognizedw
The mine was mine, and the dust
took washed out with my own hands
He got that mine away from me on
technicality, Quincy, and you know
oh, know there was some dispute
but that's not my business. I'm here
to take you back, and I've got to do
What's the use." said Benson, eff
you havn't got case against him /?
Now. | have. re shot Maha- on
sight, in the presence :f dozen wit
nesses." ,... !.
"You mean," said Rogers, "that 1
was quickest. He pulled first; but I
beat him to it, that's ALL"
well" said the big proprietor,
well have to think on this little. So
let's do little thinking?'
They responded to the extent of
doing more talking. Yet ii could
hardly. be said that they were think
ing. A fog closed down on their fac
ulties, the room and its fitting grew
misty. and in few moments Benson's
head sagged to the table, Quincy lay
back in his chair. and Rogers slid to
the floor.
Casey" called the big man, and
Casey appeared. "You needn't 70 to
South Brooklyn for the three men we
need for the crew tomorrow mornin'.
Here's three. Ones a sure sailorman.
anxious to ship. and the other two'll
do. Get Tom to help you upstairs
with 'em and get EN- ready. You
know the trick. Change their clothes,
give 'em bagful each. and dip their
hands in that tar bucket, then wipe
most Of Il of with grease. Get some
from the kitchen" n
And so were shanghaied a Deputy
Sheriff of Arizona. 4 member of the
Northwest Mounted Police. and des.
perate outlaw and fugitive from
justice.
They wakened about ten next morn
ing with throhbing headaches and clad
In greasy canvas rags, each stretch
ed out In the forecastle bunk with a
bag of other greasy rags for a pillow.
Rogers was the first to roll out. and
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