The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1919-03-21

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caliber Mine'll rip holes through YOU
the size Of walnuts."
"Niver fear. It's me own slugs smell
their way with soft noses, an they'll
spread like flapjacks against the com.
In out beyand. An when'll have the
pleasure of waitin' on We? The water
holes strikin' locality"
"'Tain't bad. Jest be there In an
hour, an you won't set long on my
comm"
Both men mittened and left the post,
their ears closed to the remonstrances
OF their comrades. 1t was such little
thing, yet with such men little things,
nourished by quick tempers and stub
born natures, soon blossomed into big
things. Besides, the art of burning to
bedrock still lay in the womb of the
future, and the men Of Forty Mile,
shut in by the long arctic winter, grew
high stomached with overeating and
enforced idleness and be lme as irrita-
BILE as do the bees in the fall Of the
year when the hives are overstocked
with honey. @
There was no law in the land. The
mounted police was also thing of the
future. Each man measured an Of
tense and melted out the punishment,
inasmuch as 1t affected himself. Rare
ly had combined action been necessary,
and never in all the dreary history Of
the camp had the eighth article Of the
Decalogue been violated.
Big Jim Belden called an impromptu
meeting. Scruff Mackenzie was placed
as temporary chairman and messen-
ger dispatched to solicit Father Rou-
beau's good offices. Their position was
paradoxical, and they knew 1t. BY the
right Of might could they interfere to
prevent the duel, yet such action, while
In direct line with their wishes, went
counter to their opinions. While their
rough hewn, obsolete ethics recognized
the individual prerogative Of wiping
out blow with blow. they could not
bear to think Of two good comrades
such as Beetles and McFane meeting
in deadly battle. Deeming the man
who would not fight on provocation q
bastard, when brought to the test It
seemed wrong that he should fight.
But scurry Of moccasins and loud
cries, rounded off with a pistol shot,
interrupted the discussion. Then the
storm doors opened and Malemute Kid
entered, smoking Colts in his hand
and merry light in his eye.
II got him." He replaced the empty
shell and added, "Your dog. scruff."
yellow Fang?' Mackenzie asked.
mo; the lop cared one.'
1.-THE devil! Nothing the matter with
him.
Come out and take look"
That's all right, after all Guess
he's got 'em too. Yellow Fang came
back this morning and took q chunk
out Of him and came near to making
a widower of me. Made rush for
Zarinska, but she whisked her skirts
In his face and escaped with the loss
Of the same and good roll in the
snow. Then he took to the woods
again. Hope he don't come back.
Lost any yourselfT'
"One, the best one of the pack-Shoo-
KUN. Started amuck this morning
but didn't get very far. Ran foul of
Sftka Charley's team, and they scat
tered him all over the street. And now
two Of them are loose and raging mad.
So you see he got his work in. The
dog census will be small in the spring
Ii we don't do something"
"And the man census too"
"How's that? Whose in trouble
now?"
"Oh, BEETLES and Lon McFane had
an argument, and they'll be down by
The water hole In a few minutes to
settle it."
The incident was repeated for his
benefit and Malemute Kid, accustom-
ID to an obedience which his fellow
men never failed to render, took charge
# the affair. His quickly formulated
'lan was explained, and they prom +
sed to follow his lead implicitly.
$50 YOU see," he concluded, I'VE do
lot actually take away their privilege
f fighting. And yet I don't believe
hey'll fight when they see the beauty
t the scheme. LIES game and men
he gamblers. They'll stake their whole
lie on the one chance In a thousand.
AXE away that one chance and they
von't play" i,
He turned to the man in charge !,
+ the post. "Storekeeper, weigh out ,
hree fathoms Of your best half inch
lanila."
SWELL establish a precedent which !
I'LL last the men of Forty Mile to the I
nd of time" he prophesied. Then he !
oiled the rope about his arm and led G
Is followers out Of doors, just in time {
meet the principals. N
'What DANCED right'd he to fetch t
" wife inT' Numbered BEETLES to
10 soothing overtures of a friend. Il
Twa'n't called for" he concluded de- .
sively. "'Twa'n't called for" he re- d
Grated again and again, pacing up b
nd down and waiting for Lon Nc a