Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-07

Where did you nnd it:'
 "On the floor by the table
 "Huh!" said Joe, aud picking up the ismp. he began carefully and method ically to examine every inch of The room
 Any one but me been using tobacco in here latelyf' he asked
 Not that know of." replied Sally.
 "A cool hand' said November. When he'd got the skin he stopped Co nll his pipe. lt was then he dropped the cartridge-it came out of his pock- ct with the pipe, expect All that can tell you about him is that he smokes Gold Nugget,-he pointed to the shreds-'nnd carries small bore make Of English rifle Hello, Where's the old bitch?'
 "Old BizRah? | dunno. .ess she's gone along to Seats place. Ruby'd take her if she could. she's that scairt of the woods. but Bizpah's never left Danny before" Joe drained his cup We've not found much inside the house. said he. "As soon as the suns up wen try our ucl; outside. Tln then l guess we'd best put in a doze.' ! Mrs Rone made up a shakedOwn of ! rkins near the stove and disappeared behind the drerskin curtain
 When l awoke next morning it was 1 to see. with some astonishment. that a uew parsonage had been drawn Into our little drama of the woods A dark bearded man in the uniform of a game warden was sitting on the other side of the stove
 This is Game Warden Evans, Mir. Quaritch." she said He was at l Seats last nlgh; There he heard about me losing fur from the traps and come right over 10 see if he couldn't help me"
 Having exchanged the usual saluta. tions. Evans remarked good humor- edly.
 "November's out trailing the robher. Him and mes been talking about the black fox pclt Joe's wasting his time an right. | can tell him who the thief is'
 "Y0u knowr' I exclaimed.
 Evans nodded. 'I can find ont any time"
 "Howg
 Care to seeF" He rose and went to the door. Guess Joe missed it." he said. pointing with his finger l turned in the direction indicated and saw that upon one Of the nails which had been driven into the door Of the cabin some bright colored threads were hanging. Going nearer l found them to be strands of pink and gray worsted. twisted together.
 What d'you think of that?" asked Evans. with heavy wink.
 Before ! could answer Joe came into sight round clump of bush on the edge Of the clearing.
 Well" called the game warden, any luck?'
 Not just exactly" he said.
 What do you make of that?" asked Evans again. pointing at the futtering worsted, with a glance of suppressed triumph at Joe. "Huhr said November. What dc you?"
 Pretty clear evidence that ain't it, The robber caught his necker on those nails as he slipped out We're getting closer. English rifle Gold Nugget ir
 his pipe, and a pink and gray necker i Find a chap that owns an three. II can't be difficult Wardens have eye, in their heads as well as you, Noyem Der"
 , "Sure| agreed Joe politely, but witl ? an abstracted look, as he examined tn,
 door. You say you found 1t here| , Yes" , "Huhw said Joe again.
 Anything else on the trail? aske,
 Evans.
 f November looked at him. He sho n Rizpah."
 1, "The old dog? l suppose she attack
 ed him and he shot her. a Yes, he shot her-frst" 5 First? What thenY'
 He cut her nigh in pieces with hi |. knife.'
 Without more words Joe turned bac U into the woods, and we went aft6 2 him. Hidden in a low, marshy spC
 about half a mile from the house, W ,, came upon the body of the dog. was evident she had been sbot-moi ,, than that, the carcass was hacke about in a horrible manner. s What do you say now, Mir. Evans
 inquired Joe. " What do l say? I say this Whe
 we find the thief we'll likely find tl ,. marks Of Rizpah's teeth on hir
 That's what made him mad with rag
 and"- Evans waved his hand. ., We returned Co breakfast at Mir
 Rone's cabin. While we were eatin
 Evans casually brought out a scra of the wOrsted he had detached frol ,. the nail outside. m Seen any one with a necker hh 'l that, Mrs. Rone?' he asked " The young woman glanced at tf " bit Of wool, then bent over Danny [ .n she fed him. When she raised h' '' head ! noticed that she looked vel
 white.
 Y There's moren one of that colt '' hereabouts likely" she replied, vii
 another glance Of studied indifference. le "Its not a common pattern of wool
 said Evans Well, you're all wi a paszas where | yOt if I'm of It