The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-04-28

side Of the room. The left end. as they
faced the bar, was brought around to
escape q small window opening on
court or patio to the rear Of the room.
Back of the bar itself. about midway,
u low door in the bare wall gave en-
trance to rear room. Aside from
this the room presented nothing but
walls. Two windows thanking the front
door helped to light 1t, but not mir
ror, picture. chair, table, bottle or
glass was to be seen. De Spain COW
cred every feature of the interior at a
glance. "Quiet around here. john" he
remarked casually.
This is the quietest place In the
Rocky mountains most Of the time. But
when 1t Is noisy, believe me, it is
noisy. Look at the bullet holes in the
| walls"
1.-The old story" remarked De Spain.
inspecting with mild-mannered interest
the punctured plastering. "they always
shoot high"
He walked over to the left end Of the
bar, noting the hard usage shown by
|
his hands wide open, palms down, on
the face Of 1t, glanced ut the low win
dow on his left. opening on the grav-
eled patio. He peered, in the semi
darkness, at the battered door behind
the bar.
Henry" observed Lefever, "if you
are looking for a drink. 1t would only
be fair, as well as polite, to call the
Mexican"
| De Spain, turning, looked all
around the room again. "You wouldn't
think" he said slowly. from looking at
the place there was road-agent with
In thousand miles,"
"You wouldn't think, from riding
through the Superstition mountains
there was q lion within thousand
1 miles. I've hunted them for eleven
years, and / never saw one except
when the dogs drove 'em out; but for
eleven years they saw me. II we
haven't been seen coming In here by
some of this Calabasas bunch, l miss
my guess" declared Lefever cheer
fully.
The batten door behind To bar now
began to open slowly and noiselessly.
Lefever peered through it. "Come In,
Pedro" he cried reassuringly, "come
in, man. This is no officer. no revenue
agent looking for your license. Meet
friend, Pedro" he continued encour-
agingly. as the swarthy publican, low
browed and sullen, emerged very de-
iiberately from the inner darkness into
the obscurity of the barroom, and bent
hIs one good eye searchingly on De
Spain. This" Lefever's left hand lay
Familiarity on the back of De SPANS
shoulder. ''is our new manager, Mr.
Henry de Spain. Henry. shake hands
with Mexico"
This invitation to shake hands
seemed an empty formality. De Spair
never shook hands with anybody; a.
least II he did so, he extended, through
habit long Injured, his left hand, with
an excuse for the soreness Of his right
Pedro did rot even bat his remainin,
eye at the invitation. The situation, al
J Lefever facetlously remarked, re
manned about where 1t was before h,
spoke, when the sound of gallopinI
horses came through the open door.
moment later three men walked, sin
gle file, into the room. De Spain stoo'
at the left end of the bar, and Lefeve
! introduced him to Gale Morgan, t,
Dhvid Sassoou, and to Sassoon's crony
Deaf Sandusky, as the new stage-lin
manager. The later arrivals lined vi
before the bar. Sandusky next to lie
fever and De Spain, so he could hea
what was said. Pedro from his del
produced two queer-looking bottles an,
J a supply Of glasses.
de SPAIN" Gale Morgan begaI
bluntly, zone Of our men was put off
stage Of yours last week by Frank FL
paso." He spoke without any pre-
J llminary compliments, and his heav,
: voice was bellicose.
De Spain, regarding him undis
, turbed. answered after little pause
"Elpaso told me he put man of hi
stage last week for fighting"
. "No," contradicted Morgan loudly
mot for fighting. Elpaso was drunk"
whats the name of the man Ell
paso put Off, John?" asked De Spain
looking at Lefever.
Morgan hooked his thumb towar,
the man standing at his side. Here
the man right here, Dave Sassoon."
J, Sassoon never looked man In tn,
; face when the man looked at him, en-
I cent by Implication: IL was almost I'm
possible, without surprising him, d