Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-01-30

terrupted the recOru-tne 1ruBiuent
of sentence seemed to jump at Curly.
e. so the kid will get his in
the row."
1t was the voice of Soapy, raised
slightly to make itself heard above
the music.
take care" another voice replied,
and Flandrau would have sworn that
this belonged to Blackwell.
Stone, who had been sitting on the
other side of the table, moved close
to the paroed convict. Between him
and Curly there was only the thick
ness of plank.
don't like it," Blackwell
was Directing sullenly.
makes 1t safe for us. Besides
Stones voice grated like steel
rasping steel, every word distinct
though very low-'I swore to pay OFF
Luck Cullison, and by G. Tn going
to do it."
Again they fell to whispers. The
next word that came to Curly clearly
was his own name.
Luck Cullison went his bail.
learned 1t this morning"
"The son-of-a-gun. It's a cinch he's
a spy. Reckon he knows anythingr
mo. Can't"
"If l thought he did"
keep your shirt on, Lutte. He don't
know a thing. And you get revenge
on him all right. Sam will run with
him and his friends while he's here
| Consequence is, when they find the
kid where we leave him they'll sure
guess Curly for one of his partners.
Tell you his ticket Is good as bought
to Yuma. He's horse thief. Why
shouldn't he be train robber, too?
That's how jury will argue"
Once more the voices ran together
indlstinctly. 1t was not till Blackwell
suggested that they go and get drink
that Curly understood anything more
of what was being said.
The outlaws passed out Of the little
room and strolled forward to the bar.
Curly had heard more than he had
expected to. Moreover. as he congrat-
ulated himself, his luck had stood up
I
felt happier than he did that minute
when he struck the good fresh air of
the alley and knew that he had won
through his hazardous adventure
alive.
The first thing that Flandrau did
was to walk toward the outskirts Of
the town, where he could think IL
out by himself. Before he reached
Arroyo street Curly came plump
against his old rangemate, Stats
Davis. Flandrau caught him by the
arm. Hello, Stats. You're the man
want"
"Im pretty busy today" Davis an
swered stifily.
"Forget it. This is more impor
tant."
"Well?"
"Come along and take walk.
got something to tell you"
Reluctantly Davis fell in beside him
"All right. Cut 1t short. I've got tC
see a man."
Hell have to wait" Curly coult
not help chuckllng to himself at the
evident embarrassment of the other
The impish impulse to "devil' him hat
its way. you're man of experience
Stats. Ever hold up a train? Some o.
my friends are aiming to hold up ont
shortly. If you'd like to get in III
say good word for YOU"
Davis threw him look tina
drenched like ice water. 81 expec
you and me are travelling differen
trails these days, Curly. You don
mean 1t, of course, but the point II
I'm not going to joke with you alonj
that line. Underestimate
"Wrong guess, old boss. / do meal
It."
Davis stopped In his tracks. "TheI
you've said too much to me. Wei
part right here. When you choos
Soapy Stones crowd to run with tina
cuts out me and other decent folks
II they have sent you here to get IN
mixed up in their deviltry you go bacl
and tell them there's nothing doing"
won't have a thing to do witt
them. Is that itf"
to get together and run them out O
the country. Or to put them benin
bars. Or to string them TO cotton
wood Then I'll be on the job"
He stood there quiet and easy, tn
look In his steady eyes piercing Curly
ironic smile as summer sun doe
mackerel clouds in clear sky No
many men would have had the courag
to send that message to Soapy and hi
outfit. For Stone was not only maj
killer, but a mean one, at that.
Curly sloughed his foolishness an
, came to the point. you're on, Slat
! I'm making that call to you now"
Surprise, doubt, wonder, relief file
, In turn the face OF the other man.
"I'm listening, Curly"
His friend told him the whole stor