Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-07-31
The Verdict Of
FaroMountain
By REX BEACH.
Copyright by OH. L Wood.
Continued From Page Fivs.)
By REX BEACH.
Copyright by Otis L Wood.

(Continued From Page Five.)
.This person held these men at the
point of his weapon, while his vicious
accomplice took the major portion of
their precious food supply and wan
tonly threw It to the lazy Eskimos.
leaving barely enough for our new
friends to reach the welcome of our
midst.
Now, therefore, it being your pleas
ure to carry out the letter Of our law,
as chairman of this meeting l will ap-
point Mr.. Barton, Kid Sullivan and
Brocky Dick to execute the sentence
upon the accused II he should have
the temerity to appear among US. The
meeting is adjourned"
AS Red, the barkeeper, resumed his
interrupted activities speculation be-
came rife regarding the stranger.
II tell you," said Big Mike, hell
never show up in this camp. He's no
fool"
"P'raps he thinks this is Arizony or
New Mexico an don't realize what a
holdup means out here" ventured
Jones, the bank dealer, as he slid his
neatly shufled cards into the faro box
and, making a turn pulled down a
twenty dollar bet tho governor had
placed.
The recently appointed committee
assembled in the rear Of the hall and
began to converse in low tones.
II will not be a party to it." Barton
said firmly. "1'll help expel him from
camp, or I'll fight him If necessary,
but won't help to lash the bare back
Of a shackled man. couldn't do It II
he were q murderer"
Barton wore large university letter
on the front Of his sweater, and his
views on certain subjects had often
been considered effeminate.
"As far as whippin' a helpless man
goes, amt lookin' fer no such job
myself, but I hate a thief wuss'n q
crimminnial," said Brocky Dick.
.We've been appointed, and we got to
act. If he makes gun play we've
Jest got to. beat him to it. Men the
Kid'n tend to the fioggin', Mr.. Barton"
A man opened the door, closed 1t
carefully behind him and said In q
tense voice, "Here he comesr'
1.-THE devilw said Jones the gambler.
He opened drawer, extracted shin
ing revolver, cooked 1t, spun the cylin-
der, laid 1t in his lap and resumed his
monotonous dealing
Tho committee fled to the bar and
backed against It, while the eager
crowd pressed forward along the walls
and groupeA themselves behind the Ia
bles, with curious eyes fixed upon the
door.
From outside came the tinkle Of
sleighbells, then 4 loud ''Whoar' fol-
lowed by murmuring voices. Within
the silence was broken only by the
shifting Of moccasins on the board
door and the shufaing Of the cards a.
Mr.. Jones pursued his calling.
The door opened boldly, and 4 man
entered, followed by a native encum-
bered with rafting dog harness and .
roll of bedding. which he threw behind
the door, The white man advanced to
the cracking stove with few brief
words Of greeting, bent forward and
dragged the clinking parka over his
head.
SHOWS yer chance" whispered Kid
Sullivan to Barton. "Cover him and
we'll get his gunv But the latter at
his first glimpse Of the newcomer had
started forward and was poised eager
" as If about to rush his man, then as
the stranger, freed from his garment,
turned Barton sprang toward him with
4 cry and, grasping his hand, wrung
1t flercely.
"Why, Cap! Where did you come
from? Come here and let me look at
you. Well, well! Charlie Captain, the
greatest tackle that ever wore the blue.
This is sure good sight for sour
Dough- Then, dragging the smiling
visitor by the arm he brought him to-
ward the light where the rest Of the
committee stood bewildered.
"Hello, Barton! Who'd expect to find
you in this God forsaken placer" said
the stranger. I've been in Dawson