Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-07

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 "lts my business 10 find the man with
 the pink neeker"
 Mrs. Rone started. ESQ he has. hul l never remembered that till this min uter She looked back into Joe's gray eyes with indignation. And he smokes Nugget all right. too. l know it. All the same. 1t isn't Wall"
 Its queer them bits of worsted on the doornalls, observed Joe iudicially
 Her color famed for moment "Why queer: He's been here Co see m- us more n once this time back l The nails might have caught his neck. CT any day" she retorted.
 'lrs just possible agreed Novem | Der in an unconvinced voice.
 Ut cant be Yalw repeated Mrs Roue steadily. When we were oui Of sight aud Of earshot ] turned Co l November.
 "The evidence against Black is pret- ty strong Whats your nouOn:'
 Cant say yet l think wed best join Evans; hell be trailing the thief"
 We made straight through the woods toward the spot where the dogs body lay As we walked l tried again to find out Joe's opinion.
 But the motive? Haven't Mrs. Rone and Black always been on good terms? 2" 1 persisted.
 Joe allowed that was so and added, "Val wanted to marry her years ago"
 But surely Back wouldn't rob her, especially now that he has his chance again"
 Think not?' said Joe. "I wonder!' After pause he went on: But it aiu't hard to see what'n be Evans views on that He'll say Vals scared of her growing too independent, for shes made good SO far with her traps, and so he just naturally took hand to frishten her into marriage. His case agin Val won't break down for want Of motive"
 "Oue question more, Joe. Do you really think Val Black is the guilty manT"
 November Joe looked up with his quick. sudden smile. ''Itll be shock to Evans if he aint." said he
 Very soon we struck the robbers trail and saw from a second line of tracks that Evans was ahead of us fol- lowing it.
 Here the thief goes" said Joe. "See, He's covered his m0ccasins with deer skin, and here We have Evans tracks. He's hurrying, Evans is. He's feeling good and sure of the man he's after"
 Twice November pointed out faint signs that meant nothing Co me. Here's where the robber stopped to light his pipe. See, There's the mark of the butt of his gun between these 1. roots. The snow's thin there. Must . "a had a match, that chap he said after a minute. and, standing with his ] back to the wind, he made slight . movement of his hand , What are you doinSf" l asked.
 Saving myself trouble" He turned ], at right angles and began searching through the trees "Here it is. Hung up in a snag. SeadOg match he used. a Then, catching my eye, he went on Unless he was a fool he'd light his match with his face Co the wind D wouldn't he? And most right handed men 'ud throw the match therebouts b where l hunted for it. Well on in the afternoon the trail led out to the banks Of wide and shallow stream. into the waters of which they disappeared Here we overlook Evans . He was standing by the ashes of a tir' almost on the bank. He looked up as we appeared. "Iha you. Ioeg Chaps took to the water ' said the game warden, but he'll hav' to do more than that 10 shake me oh.
 Chap made this, tooE' inquire' November, with glance at the dea' fire.
 Evans nodded. Walked steady dl he came here. Dunno what he lit th -- fire for Carried grub, s'pose." 8 NO. to cook that partridge" sail 0 Joe.
 glanced at Evans. His face dark u ened Clearly this did not please hin
 "Oh. he shot partridge: 9 No" said Joe; "he noosed it bac
 in the spruces there. The track of tn l wire moose is plain, and there wa
 some feathers. But look here, Evans e he didn't wear no pink necker."
 Evans annoyance passed on sud D denly That's funny said he. "fo
 be left more than feather and tb e scrape Of a wire. The game warde
 pulled out a pocketbook aud shove D us wedged between its pages anothe
 strand Of the pRk and grey woal