Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1920-02-13
In ,Hysn6>E JOURNAL, sHOsHONE. IDAHO


! system has absorbed several withou
doing it any harm" Sam stopped +
inspect rapidly discolorlng eye
'Say, Curly, he hung a peach of
lamp on you"
Soapy made no comment In words
hut he looked at Flandrau with new
respect. For the first time doubt az
to the wisdom Of letting him stay al
the ranch crossed his mind.
His suspicion was justified. Curly
had been living on the edge of secret
:. weeks. Mystery was In the air.
ore than once he had turned a cor
ner to find the other four whispering
over something Occasionally a man
had ridden into the yard late at night
for a private talk with Stone, and
Curly was morally certain that the
man was the little cowpuncher Dutch
of the Circle G.
Through II all Curly wore a manner
/ of open confidence. But all the time
his brain was busy with questions.
What were they up to? What was it
they had planned?
morning To Curly the word was
given that they were going to Mesa.
Four days later Soapy returned alone.
Lutte had found job, he said.
"That a paper sticking out of your
pocket" Flandrau asked.
Soapy, still astrde his horse, tossed
the Saguache Sentinel to him as he
turned toward the stable
Caught between the folds of the pa
per was a railroad time table. IT was
a schedule Of the trains of the Texas,
Arizona & Pacific for July. Curly |
turned the pages idly till a penciled /
marking caught his eye. Under Num-
Der As time was scrawled, just below
Saguache, the words Tin Cup, and
opposite them the figures 1919. The
express was due to leave Saguache at
8 81 in the evening. From there it
pushed up to the divide and slid down
with air brakes set to Tin Cup three
thousand feet lower. Soapy could not
want TO catch the train fifteen miles
the other side of Saguache. But this
note on the margin showed that he
was interested in the time it reached
the water tank. There must be rea-
son for it,
Flandrau's doubt had been convert
ed into a lively suspicion. Presently
ne took a gun and strolled off to shoot
birds. What he really wanted was to
)e alone that he could think the matter
,ver. Coming home in the dusk, he
Jaw Stone and young Cullison with
heir heads together down by the cor
al. Curly sat down on a rock and
watched them, himself unobserved
hey appeared to be rehearsing some
ind of a scene, of which Soapy was |
tage director. 7
The man on the rock smiled grimly.
They're having a quarrel, looks like.
Now the kids telling Soapy to a
0 to Guinea, and Soapy's paving
round mad as a bull moose. It's all c
play. They don't mean it. But
hy2" a
Curly's mind was so full of guesses r
lat his poker was not up to par that e
ght About daylight he began to see t
8 way into the maze. His first CLEAN
light was when a row started be- e
geen Soapy and Culison. Before h
lyone could say word to stop them
ey were going through with that "
ehtieal corral quarrel. {
Flandrau knew now that they had Q
zen preparing it for his benefit. {
.nnston Clipped in against Sam and,
keep up appearances, Curly backed /
ie boy The quarrel grew furious.
{ last Sam drove his fist down on she
bile and said he was through with
le outfit and was going back to
aguache.
"Yo tamblen," agreed Curly. mot
lat I've got anything against the
orse ranch That amt it. But I'm
ure pining for to bust the bank at
,ronson's. I've got forty plunks burn
1g my jeans. I've got to separate
lyself from it or make my roll
The end of it was that both Sam
md Curly went down to the corral
nd saddled their ponies. To the last
he consprators played up to their
,arts
According to program, Sam sulked
or the first few miles of their jour
ley. But before they reached the Bar
% he grew sunny again.
TIN going to have talk with
AURA while I'm SO near" he ex-
blamed. you drift in just hap
zen along, you know. I'll stay in the
Grub pines up here. If the old man is
lbSent scenery, you wave your ban
n