The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1914-06-11

railroad, sailing every foot Of me-olu
claims. shooting 1t In like gravel, Sue
| I've been waiting for him for weeks,
| trying to get line on him. I've been
camping out up there. hiding around
the hills, watching for him, and now,
look here"
He drew out brown folder from
his pocket, and opened it. Sue took
the snapshots out wonderingly, and
stared at them. They were very good
ones, four by flves. and they showed
excellent poses Of Mr. Saunders In
dustriously engaged In preparing to
salt the Bucking Broncho. There was
Mr. Saunders sitting comfortably out
side his snug little shack loading
fresh cartridges into his gun. Also.
| there was one Of Mr.. Saunders start
ing down the main shaft OF the Buck
Ing Broncho all by himself with his
gun held handily in readiness. There
was one OF Mr.. Saunders scouting
along an outcropping vein on ledge
of rock. helping 1t along by sundry
little scatterings of gold where 1t
would do the most good.
And look here. Sue," whispered the
boy eagerly, dipping into his pocket,
I've got two OF his own special brand
of cartridges. See here. He takes out
the lead. and fills in gold. Isn't that
great? And they can't say did 1t
for bluff because they fit his gun.
He's got some new chap on the string
from the East, and is going to sell
the old Broncho again, and want to
buy it myself this time"
You want to, ALP" Sues face was
ffushed and eager. What do you
want the old thing for?"
Because It's good, understand?
Dad always said 1t was, and he told
me Bucky never struck the right place
to sink a shaft. He knew himself,
but he didn't trust Bucky, see, dear?
But he told me, and I've found it..
| haven't been hiding up there for
nothing the last two months. know
where the real stun is, and want to
get a grip on the whole thing. Let
Bucky think he's selling a sailed mine
If he likes. I've got the goods on
him with these. and he can't back
down"
Wait minute" said Sue The
table In the smoking-room was de
serted. Mr.. Tate's party had ad-
journed to his own room upstairs in
private session. It was just 4. and
Bucky was due to ring up any min
ute. You get In that booth, AL, and
when Bucky calls, I'll let you talk
to him. and turn Mr.. Tate's wire open
too. Tell everything you know, AL"
AL smiled. He was big, handsome
youngster. and ne owed Bucky both
his fathers debt and his own. 1t
was payday for both scores when he
stepped into the booth. and heard
Saunders voice at the end Of the wire
And Sue calmly called Mr.. Tates
room and let him In on the CONVEX
sation. BY the time Bucky had fin
ished giving his personal opinion of
his late partners son, and had decided
to leave town. Tate was ready to see
AL Baldwin, and talk business.
And while AL went up to the con-
ference, Sue waited She knew what
would happen. With those snapshots,
and his own testimony. AL could hold
the law over Saunders to the limit,
and If Tate would back up the new
discovery up at the mine, 1t would
mean-Sue covered her face with both
hands. and laughed softly. thinking
all that 1t would mean.
1t was after 6 when they all came
downstairs The two men from the
East stayed down at the cigar counter,
but Tate and AL strolled over to her
desk Tate's eyes had twinkle In
them.
I'm going to take over an interest
IN the Bucking Broncho In spite OF
what you told me, Miss Daniels" he
said. II understand Mr.. Saunders has
stepped out, and Mr.. Baldwin has the
controlling interest. The right man
seems bound to win"
AL bent over the girlish figure at
the desk.
ut all depends on who is at the
switch, Mr.. Tate" he said. "She
won't be here long now"
And for once Sue had nothing at
all to say.
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