Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1920-03-19

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% Two men sat in log cabin on OPP
e site sides Of cheap table. One OF the
+ whs Immersed In a newspaper. II
body was relaxed. his mind apparent
e al ease. The other watched hi
$ maievolently. His fingers caressed n
handle OF revolver that protrude
from the holster at his side. He woul
nave liked nothing better than TO hay
drawn II and sent bullet craShin
into the unperturbed brain of his pris
oner.
There were reasons of policy WHY
II were better 10 curb this fascinatin.
desire, but sometimes the Impulse tc
XIII surged up almost uncomfortable
On these occasions Luck Cullison was
usually "deviling" him. the only diver
sion that had been open TO the ranch
man for some days past.
From time 10 time as Luck read he
commented genially on the news.
Blackwell merely scowled. Given his
way. Culison would not be here TO
read The Sentinel But the brains of
the conspiracy had ruled otherwise
and insisted. too upon decent treat
ment. With one ankle securely tied t.
a ieg Of Tie table there was no danger
in freeing thc hands of the caltleman
but his hosts SAW that never for an in
slant were hands and feet at liberty to-
sether For this man was not the one
With whom to take chances.
CullisOn read ca:
Lieutenant O'Connor of the Ari-
ona rangers left town today for a
hort trip into the hills, where he ex-
ects to spend a few days hunting.
lunting what, do you reckon? Or
uniting who, | should say. Ever meet
ucky O'ConnOr, Blackwell? No, |
'ckon not He's since your time. A
'ackerjack, too! Wonder if Bucky
nj after some friends of miner"
"Shut up" growled the other.
Sure you'll shut up-when Bucky Z
nds on YOU" retorted Luck cheerful
Then, with a sudden whoop:
lellO, here's a personal to your adj {
ess. Listen. The friends of L. c. t
rye notice that what occurred at the j
OK of Hearts is known. Any violence Il
reafter done to him will be paid for Fl
the limit. No guilty man will es- c
)e.' So the boys are getting busy. p
cured they would be-" h.
The former convict leaned forward G
,rily. 'Lemme see that paper" Il
lis guest handed it over, an index h,
ger pointing out the item. Large c.
life, Blackwell. No, sir. You ce'- W
ply didn't ride herd proper on that
t,
Don't be too sure it's gone, Mr.. ST
arif." o.
They've got you dead to rights. h
ad that personal again. Learn it p
heart. The friends of L. c. give Il
ning.' You better believe they're h
ndng up your outfit. They know st
alive They know all about the Il
k of Hearts. Pretty soon they'll Fl
Nv where you've got me hidden" rs
You'd better pray they won't For W
hey find the nest it will be empty. in
TX out of that window behind you" be
uck turned. The cabin was built lii
a ledge far up on the mountain pr
: From tie back wall sloped for w
undred feet an almost perpendic- ha
= slide Of rock. he
There's prospect hole down dr.
e." Blackwell explained savagely. ma
u'd go down the DEVILS Slide es
is left Of you, mean-deep into co
prospect hole. The timberings
rotted and the whole top of the Gu
King ready to cave in. When your
hits it there will be an avalanche pri
tn Mr.. Former Sheriff Cullison at sp'
bottom Of Ii. You'll be buried thl
out any funeral expenses, and l
IN your friends will never know pri
e TO put the headstone." me
e thing was devilishly simple and e
BILE. Luck. still looking out OF har
felt the blood run cold any
his spine, for he knew this fell g
would never stick at murder If ="
Ii ii would be safe. you
you see I'm right; you'd better
your friends won't find Won. dull
can't reach here without being
. II they get to hunting these ava
you sure want to hope they'll you
old, for just as soon as they get agal
II viii be the signal for Won TO Ii
the chutes." ly.
k met his triumphant savagery cuss
an impassive face. Interesting
:. And where will you be when y
lends arrivef reckon It won't Cass
pleasant meeting for Mr.. Black Tn
SIMS
be headed for Mexico. | tell HI .
ecause you amt liable TO 90 muy
spreading the news. There's
saddled In the dip back of the
st. Get III"
far below there came through c
en- window the faint click Of ~ Kat
hoofs ringing against the intenc
In the dry bed of a river wash. ened
Blackwell moved to the door of IN,
down a rifle from, fte ro., tho ~