The daily Alaskan., 1920-11-11

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 here's some more bullets, an tn caps ! an powder flask"
 The young man grasped the hard old hand and whispered an awkward word or two The Boss drew his hand back and swOre.
 "Hit alnt no more'n you'd "a done fer me" he growled. "NOw listen. ! Bull MasterSon he's camped three mile up the river. He's got seven men: an I've got five. That makes fourteen, countin' me and Bull. We c'n plum upset this derned or meat house. An ouce't we git y'u out, let 'em lay claw on y'u ag'in, If they | devil da'St."
 'No. no," the Pearlhunter muttered. ''You mustn't do that. You'd cross the | law yourselves"
 Law" The Boss snorted In his hoarse whispers. "Hit ain't tn law, nor tn sheriff I'm fearin'. Hits them cuSsed town yaps. They're wild at 1 tn name of tn Red Mask. They think you're him, and they're like a | herd of deer that's got wolf down. | They're hOldin' a meetin' right now h'hind th' Mud Hen. If they start ag'in, the sheriff cayn't hold out agln' 'em. That timber-buyin' feller, him with th' flowery vest, pears t be eggn' 'em on. I'd like t know what tn thunder"
 The tall form of the Pearlhunter stlfrcned in the gloomi his fingers ! grlpped the revolver butt.
 "You might get Bull MastersOn," be said, "and wait across there on the i lower point Of Alpine island. But don. do anythng unless the mob starts. l don't know much law, but l do know the law couldn't hurt you for rescuiug SheriA's prisoner from a mob."
 Law! Lawr The Boss growled. "When know they've ketched tn wrong man"
 He would have grumbled still , further. but the Pearlhunter urged him to go. With last whispered word. the sturdy old fellow stole away in the grOom, half reluctant still, as though he felt he was disgracIng himself not to stay and tight--sOme- ! body.
 The Pearlhunter strained his ears for sounds farther up the street, par 1 ticularly for any loud talk or excite mCut back of the Mud Hen.
 1t was the hour just after nlghtfall, when village streets are most likely 10 be deSerted-the hour when loungers go home to supper. Not a sound out of the ordinary rode the air. .. -.. .a ..
 At the moment, a door opened on the back porch of the SherifT'S house. A square of light picked out the rough boards. The sheriff appeared with q flat basket in the hollow of his arm. A woman's hand pulled hack the mus lin curtains at a side window and held a candle close to the pane to light him uN4'NN tue Jdil lulu.
 The Pearlhunter lOunged down on the broken chair A moment later a key, SCraping unGelevably loud on the ! dull silence of the jail, hunted its way Into the lock. The heavy outer door whned back. A match scraped; the Sputtering flame was laid to the stub of a candle; an arm held it through the bars of the inner door.
 "Oh, you're awake! It was so quiet in here I thought mebbe y'u might be asleep" .. .r .... .- la. .- .a. With the air of man dog tired the Pearlhunter dragged himself up off the chair, shambled out into the hall and took the stub of candle from the sher- frs hand.
 The sheriff fumbled three or four dishes and tin cup of black coffee out of the fiat basket and held them close to the bars. He stood well back, talk ing quite evident pains to keep his re- volver butt out of reach. He did not know there was a very dependable weapon already on the other side of the bars. He made no move to unlock tle door ar tn enter the cell.
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