Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-09-09

ana Wnen we can no longer eel ufOun
0 II, we'll call In as much of the la,
as we can get, and meet II halfway
? Eth. Hayesr"
Sure" nodded the MIXING expert.
Dale was on his way to the new
siding the following morning, when h
met Henderson Golf. Again Dale wa
J forcibly reminded of stories he ha(
heard and read of Mississippi rive,
steamboat gamblers Of the long ago
Goff stepped out of the trail. smiled
and spoke with apparent good humor
Dale passed him without word.
Then the shyster coal man callsd
out. Ready to sell yet"
The Moreland Coal company's MAN
ager halted and faced about with G
pickering of his brows.
For fair price, yes"
Just what would you call a fair
prIce"
"Oh, somewhere between two and
three hundred thousand" promptly.
Golf shifted, and the corners Of his
mouth came down
get it from mel"
II don't want 1t from you"
Dale turned and went on. He was
sorry that he had stopped to talk with
the fellow.
That afternoon he again met Golf
in the trail. The bare sight of the
shyster made him very angry now, and
his right hand fell upon the butt of
the big revolver on his hip. Golf was
about to sidestep In the laurels, when
Dale caught him roughly by the arm.
"See here" he said sharply, you've
about cut your little swath. We've
had enough of you. You can't get this
coal at any price, and the sooner you
get yourself out Of this country the
better and safer 1t will be for you
To be plain, I'm pretty apt TO THRASH
you the very next time see you. Now
move on p
Golf went off laughing wickedly.
oh, all right, Dale; go ahead and
,uild the little road for mel !" he said.
Late that night avery sleeper in the
alley of the Doe was awakened by a
reat, rumbling expiceton, which was
ollowed almost Immediately by an.
Their great, rumbling eIyaesion. Be
ore the reverberations had died
way, Bill Dale had dressed himself
nd was standing on the vine-huns
ront porch, and he was only a few
econds ahead of John Moreland.
Then there came the tearing sound
heavy explosion mtlss to the east,
ard.
DO ye know what it isl" inquirea
lie mOuntaineer.
They've stolen our dynamite fror
e tobacco-barn, and blown up the of
'e and supplies building and the com
lssary building; also they've blow
the big trestle near the siding.r
ale answered.
ATS my guess, too" said More
nd.
Within the next half hour Dale ane
ayes, Major Bradley, and the men
Tx OF the Morelands and the Little
rds had gathered around the WRECK
the two big, unfinished frame build
IS. Dale blamed himself much for
wing left dynamite unguarded in this
'acco-barn-but nobody else blamed
IL for it.
It's time to let the law in" he said
EN- he had viewed the. jumbled mass
broken planks and timbers by tina
ut OF lanterns. He turned to stall
TT Luke Moreland.
You get ON my horse and ride ia
rtersville for the sheriff. Tell him
can get the best posse in the worlc
ut here, if he needs one It's ths
per thing, isn't it, major?'
Yes" said Major Bradley, "it's tina
per thing. You've got a real griev.
e now. Bat l fancy Golf had MOTH
to do with this; he is shrewa
ugh to know that thing like this
lid cook his goose Golf has been
wing bluff game all along, YOU
w. Some Balls or some Torreys.
maps mixture of both. have dona
without Colts knowing anything
ut 1T. I'd have Sheriff Flowers ar =
SSNeIdi VI lne Balls and several
he Torreys, and try to scare them
turning states evidence to save
nselyes."
ne major finished In a low tone.
use of the probability for caves
pers, and in this he was wise.
Ven do that" Dale decided. X
e faced Hayes, his right-hand man. tr
began to give orders like a vet CO
general manager. The men were II
Ike their rifles with them to work fb
lie morning, but they were to fire
not unless It was in defense of
or property. In the morning every
able wagon in the valley was to
ent to the little sawmill that was
'eration ten miles toward the low
for more building material. Tn
Heck Joined them then. He dis
'ed just what had happened. cas-
Sed at Dale's sleeve and whis sor
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