The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1914-04-24

had Deneld thus 1ar. he was thiCkset,
and burned to the color Of ripe olive:
his long, dropping mustaches. tobacco
stained at the center, were bleached
at the extremities to hempen hue.
His bristly hair was cut short. and
stood aggressively erect upon bullet
head, his clothes were soiled and
greasy beneath gray coating Of dust.
A pair of alert, lead-blue eyes and a
certain facility Of movement belied the
drawl that marked his nativity. He
removed his hat and bowed at sight
Of Miss Chaplin.
Good evenin', Miss Jean!" said he.
II hope find y'all we'll"
quite well, Gallagher. And your"
"Tol'able, thank you.''
"These are my friends from the
east"
The Centipede foreman ran his eyes
coldly over jeans companions until
they rested upon Speed, where they
remained. He shifted a lump in his
cheek, spat dexterously, and directed
his remark at the Yale man.
II rode over to see If y'all would like
to lay little mo- in this we're foot
race. allow you are the unknown"
Speed nodded, and Slower took oc-
casion to ramark:
"Them's our inclinations, but -e've
about gone our limit"
II don't blame you none," said Gal
lagher, allowing his gaze to rove slow
ly from top to toe of the eastern lad.
No, CANT blame you none whatever
But I'm terrible grieved at them It'd
ms. Though we Centipede punchers
has ever considered y'all cheap an
poverty-ridden outfit, we gives you
credit for bein' game, till now" He
spat for second time, and regarded
Slower scOrnfully.
A murmur ran through the cowboys.
eve are game" retorted Slower,
"and for your own good don't allow no
superstition"
Don't let Centipede bluff you'll"
exclaimed Speed. Cover anything
they offer-give 'em odds. Anything
you don't want, I'll take, pay or play,
money at the tape. We can't lose."
II got no more money" said Carara,
removing his handsome bespangled
hat, "but l bet my sombrero. 'E's.
wort two hondred pesos"
Murphy, the Swede. followed
quickly.
aye ban send may wages home to
may OLE moder, but aye skall bat you,
some"
Haven't you boys risked enough al
ready?" ventured Miss Chaplin. Ere
member, it will go pretty hard with
the losers"
Harder the better" came a voice.
"Y'all don't have to bet, jest because
I'm h'yar," gibed Gallagher.
God! l wish was rich!" exclaimed
Willie.
But Miss Chaplin protested. "You
are two months overdrawn, all Of you.
My brother won't advance you any
more"
Then my man, Lawrence, will take
what they can't cover" offered Speed.
That's right! Clean 'em good,
brothers," croaked the trainer.
IF you'll step over to the bunk
house, Gabby, we'll dig up some per-
sonal perquisites and family heir
looms" Slower nodded toward his
mems quarters, and Gallagher grinned
joyously.
THAT shore listens like band from
where 1 set. We aim to annex the
wages, hopes, and personal ambitions
Of y'all, along with your talkin- INA
chine"
Excuse me-" Willie pushed his way
forward. "How's she gettin' along?"
"Fine!"
you mule-skinners amt broke
herr"
mo; we plays her every evenin'."
The little man shifted his feet; then
allowed himself to inquire, as If re-
garding the habits of some dear de-
parted friend:
Have you chose any favorite rec
cords?"
1--WE all has our pick. Speakin' per-
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song of Mrs. More's."
Moray" Willie corrected. Mora!
Heleney Moray is the lady's NAME" +.
'Mebbe SO. Our foot-runner likes
that Injun war-dance best of ALL" Ca
rara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded,
as If pleased by the compliment.
Then it was that the Flying Heart
spokesman made an inquiry in hushed,
hesitating tones.
"How do you like 1.-THE Holy City?"
-he removed his hat, as did those
back OF him. AS sung by Madame
sella Melby?"
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly.
That's q bum, for fair"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Undiscovered interior.