Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-03-31

cancers disappeared, and a new and
rougher party crowded out on the floor.
"Now, isn't that pretty bunch 7"
exclaimed the talkative woman again.
That's the Calabasas gang. Look at
Sandusky, that big fellow, with the
crooked jaw. And Harvey Logan, with
his black hair plastered over his eyes.
Why, for one drink those two fellows
would turn loose on this crowd and kill
half dozen. And there's two of Duke
Morgan's cowboys with them, boozins
old Bull Page, and that squint-eyed Sas-
soon-he's worse than the others, that
fellow-a fine bunch to allow in this
town."
It had become second nature to De
Spain to note even Insignificant de-
tails concerning men, and he took an
interest in and remarked how very low
Logan carried his gun in front of his
hip. Sandusky's holster was slung
higher and farther back on the side.
Logan wore tan shirt nd khaki. San
dusky, coatless, was dressed in q white
shirt, with red tie, and wore soiled
figured wais- ,oat fastened at the bot
tom by cuC-glaSs button.
The Sleepy Cat gossip commented on
how much money these men had been
spending all day. She wondered aloud
reckless apparently of consequences,
who had been robbed, lately, to pro-
vide it. Her companion scolded her
for stirring up talk that might make
trouble; ayerred she didn't believe
half the stories she heard; asserted
that these men lived quietly at Gala.
basas, minding their own affairs. "And
they're kind to poor folks, too." "Sure"
grimaced the obdurate one, with other
peoples money"
De Spain, discontented, turning
again into Main street, continued on to
the Thief River stage barn. After look.
In the horses over and inspecting the
wagons with new but mild curiosity,
awakened by Jeffrles' proposal, De
Spain walked back toward the station.
He had virtually decided not to take
the job. Medicine Bend was his home.
He knew every man, woman and child
In the town. Before the tragic death
of his father, his mother had lived
there, and De Spain had grown up In
the town and gone to school there. He
was a railroad man. anyway modest
trainmaster-and not eager for stage
line management.
As he passed Grant street again Re
encountered party on horseback
heading for the river bridge. Three
Of the men were riding abreast and q
little ahead. OF these, the middle
.horseman WIS :, spare man of frankly
disreputable air. His face was drawn
up into a one-sfded smile. Satt Nor
gan's smile was habitual and lessened
his stern aspect. At his right rode his
cousin, Duke Morgan, older, shorter
and stouter. His square, heavy -jawed,
smooth-shaven face was lighted by
hard, keen eyes, and finished by an un-
compromising chin. Duke was the real
head of the clan, OF which there were
numerous branches in the Superstition
mountains, all looking with friendli-
ness or enmity to the Morgans of Nor
gan's gap.
The yellow-haired man riding on the
left, with a red face and red-lidded,
squirting eyes, showed none of the
blood of his companions. But David
Sassoon, the Calabasas gambler, quon-
dam cowboy, and chronic brawler,
stood in some way close to the differ
ent Morgans, and was reputed to have
got each of them, at different times,
out of more than one troublesome af-
fair, either by sheer force of arms, or
through his resourceful cunning.