The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1917-02-01

1 ~~~~RO SAACONO w CAlJ AcCLs "A IOuS
high bar stretched across the farther
side of the room. The left end, as they
faced the bar. was brought around to
escape small window opening on q
court or patio to the rear of the room
Back Of the bar itself, about midway
a low door in the bare wall gave en-.
trance to q rear room. Aside from
this the room presented nothing but
walls. Two windows f1anking the front
door helped to light it, but not q mir
ror, picture, chair, table, bottle or
glass was to be seen. De Spain COW
| cred every feature of the interior at q
glance. "Quiet around here, john" he
remarked casually.
..This is the QuieteSt place in the
| dDky mountains most of the time But
when it 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
the ornate mahogany, and spreading
his hands wide open, palms down, on
the face of it, glanced at the low win
dow on his left, opening on the gray
eled patio. He peered, in the semi
| darkness. at the battered door behind
| the bar.
| Henry" observed Lefever, eff you
are looking for a drink, it would only
| be fair, as well as polite, to call the
Mexican"
De Spain, turning, looked all
j around the room again. you wOuldn' t
think" he said slowly, "from looking at
the place there was road-agent with
in a thousand miles,"
"YOu wouldn't think, from riding
through the Superstition mountains
there was a lion within q thousand
miles. I've hunted them for eleven
years, and I never saw one except
when the dogs drove 'em out; but for
eleven years they saw me. If we
haven't been seen coming in here by
some of this Calabasas bunch, I miss
my guess" declared Lefever cheer
fully.
The batten door behind the bar now
began to open slowly and noiseless1y.
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
a friend, Pedro" he continued encOur-
agingly, as the swarthy publican, low
pbrOwed and sullen, emerged very de-
liberately 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 Spain's
shoulder, sis our new manager, Mr..
Henry de Spain. Henry, shake hands
with Mexico"
This invitation to shake hands
seemed an empty fOrmality. De. Spain
never shook hands with anybody; at
least if he did so, he extended, through
habit long Injured, his left hand, with
an excuse for the soreness Of his right.
Pedro did not even bat his remaining
eye at the invitation. The situation, rs
Lefever facetiOusly remarked, re-
manned about where it was before he
spoke, when the sound of gallOping
horses came through the open door. A
moment later three men walked, sim
gle file, into the room. De Spain stood
at the left end of the bar, and Lefever
introduced him to Gale Morgan, to
David Sassoon, and to SassOOn's crOny,
Deaf SaLdusky, as the new stage-line
manager. The later arrivals lined up
before the bar. Sandusky next to Lee
fever and De Spain, so he could hear
what was said Pedro from his den
produced two queer-looking bottles and
a supply of glasses.
'sDe Spain" Gale Morgan began
bluntly. tone of our men was put off
stage of yours last week by Frank Ell
paso." He spoke without any pre-
liminary compliments, and his heavy
voice was bellicose.
De Spain, regarding him undis-
turbed. answered after little pause:
sElpaso told me he put a man OIL MS
stage last week for fighting"
enc" contradicted Morgan loudly
mot for fighting. EIpaso was drums.
swbat's the name of the man Eli
Daso put off, John?" asked De Spain'
looking at Lefever.
MORGAN hooked his thumb toward
tho man standing at his side. Here's
the man right here, Dave Sassoon'
sassoon never looked man IN the
face when the man looked at nlm' eA-