The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-25

lenee until TIE end. Then he looked
up quickly.
You say this Teller was tcw2head-
\ ed he queried. Was he thfckset:
fshy-eyed. witha voice like file an.
sa nasty habit of watchin you outas the
corners OF his eyes
That's him Morgan nodded brief
". Don't know him. do you? II you
do I'd like his permanent address.
pronto."
Great snakes." Heney stared at his
friend In surprise. II thought every
body knew that felled. Dave 1t was
Dutch Davis. sure as shootin'.''
What ~ Morgan. forgetting his ap-
petite and the remainder OF his meal.
sprang to- his feet and glared at He
5ney. Dutch Davis? You're not kid
din. linz" ,
"N-isht was. 1know the skunk too
darn well to be mistaken. Dave. He's
got away with forty head o. full
b1ooded colts belonging to me In the
past year. That was before he wiped
out. Murphy"
Wei, III be d-d.r Morgan sat
down again and regarded his friend
gloomily. TO think of me letting that
ornery horsethief and murderer
man with thousand bucks reward Of
fered for him dead or alire-pull wool
over my eyes like was a kid tender
foot. It's on me. Jim. I give him cred
it for 1t. The skunk even made me
help wranEIe bunch of horses that
ten to one he'd rust1ed somewhere. It's
too bad. believe me. that he didn't
shoot a little bit straighter."
Heney chuckled softly.
Don't take on hathaway, Dave"
he good-naturedly advised. rYou amt
the first man that Dutch Davis has
fooled complete, He's slick article,
that jasper. and he's pulled wool over
more'n one good mans eyes. AS a
matter of fact. you're plumb lucky
It's a wonder he didn't kill you dead.
under the circumstances. I've seen
him shoot. and. believe me, he's one
h67lion with six-gun. Quick as
creased lightnin' and plumb center
nine shots outa ten Barrin' yourself.
u don't knox any man In these parts
that can equal him on the draw.
Morgan made no reply. IN fact, tits
doubtful IL he even heard. He was
staring straight In front OF him IN
-seeingly, like sleepWalker. Present.
& " he began to. talk, more to himself.
apparently, than to Henef.
Dutch Davis. Ell 2" he unused.
A0e1 iS AELAIl lflI4Qs.5 ana
murderer. Meetin' up with me face to
face and fooling mean officer of the
=law-until I helped him drive off a
bunch Of some other mans horses.
Then when he's through with me he
shoots me like crippled dog and
leaves me for coyote bait What am
II anyway, man and an officer or a
Id tenderfoot?r'
The last words, directed at nobody
In particular. came from him as
though shot out Of gun. But before
Heney could reply to the question.
had he, indeed. been SO minded, Nor
gan resumed;
He shot me and left me for dead,
but I'm not dead. He don't know 1t,
however, and he'll travel easy. He
was headed west when he left me.
That means he'll strike into Montana,
probably, by way Of Fiute Gap and the
Seven Angels Sandstone is the near
est town-it S out of the way, too. and
there's no police there. He can sell
his stock there and go where he likes.
That Is, he can Il I let him. It seems
to me, Dutch Davis. that you'd have
been wiser IL you made sure was
dead back there where you had a
chance. II don't do for man to be
too sure Of his gunplay. Sometimes
he gets fooled---a heap .5
Jim, he snapped, II want a good
horse and a saddle Get EN- for me
as quick as he-Lord will let you, and
Il * W.