The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1921-01-13
CHAPTER vnI--contInued.

stiffened In the gloom; his fingers
gripped the revolver butt.
"You might get Bull Masterson," he
said. "and walt across there on the
lower point OF Alpine island. But
don't do anything unless the mob
starts. l don't know much law, but 1
do know the Lave couldn't hurt you for
resculng a sherifrs prisoner from a
mob"
"Lawi Lawl" The Boss growled.
"When I know they've ketched tn
wrong man"
He would have grumbled still
further, but the Pearlhunter urged
him to go. With a last whispered
word, the sturdy old fellow stole
away I'm the gloom. half reluctant still,
as though he felt he was disgracing
himself not TO stay and ~fght-some-
body.
The ~Pearlhunter strained his ears
for sounds farther up the street, par
dculariy for any loud talk or excite
ment back Of the Mud Hen.
II was the hour just after nightfall,
when village streets are most likely
90 be deserted-the hour when
ioungers go home to supper. Not a
sound out Of the ordinary rode the
mir.
At IN moment, a door opened on
the back porch OF the sherlfrs house.
A square Of light picked out the rough
boards. The sheriff appeared with q
nat basket In the hollow Of his arm.
A woSnan's hand pulled back the mus
lin curtains at a side window and held
a candle close to the pane to light him
across the jail yard.
The P~earlhunter lounged down on
the broken chair. A moment later q
key, scraping unbeiievably loud on the
dull silence of the jail, hunted It's way
info the lock. The heavy outer door
whined back. A match scraped; the
sputtering flame was laid to the stub
OF a candle; an arm held 1t through
the bars of the inner door.
"Oh. you're nwakel 1t vas so quiet
In here ! thought mebbe y'u might be
asleep"
With the air OF a 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-
if's hand.
The sheriff fumbled three or four
dishes and a tin cup of black coffee out
of the fiat basket and held them close
20 the bars. He stood well back, tax
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
the door or to enter the cell.
None Of this escaped the Pearlhunt-
er. The chance to use his stove leg
was as good as gone, or rather, II was
not going to come. Once he considered
the desperate move of drawing his re-
voiver and forcing the sheriff to open
the door. But the sheriff was known
TO be a brave man. He might fight.
and II he did. one or the other of them
would be killed. The Pearlhunter dis
missed the plan.
18Th woman didn't know there'd be
company tonigEt," the sheriff muttered
as he held the dishes within reach of
the arm thrust through the bars. "Tm
afeared you'll be skimped a little. But
werl try an cook up a-plenty in the
morning"
He closed the door and turned the
key In the lock. The Pearlhunter
watched him until he had crossed the
square of light shining out from the
kitchen and re-entered the, house. until
the door closed and the muslin cur
tains fell back Into place at the side
window. Then he laid the stove leg
by. His chance was gone.
The revolver tucked under his
waistband at the flank Of his back
and hidden by his blouse seemed to
have a personality. Its friendly pres
ence helped his appetite, though. for
that matter. It was already keen
enough. as he had eaten nothing since
morning. He could have eaten three
such suppers as the sheriff provided.
The friendly revolver; the thought
OF a grizzled old river man, doubtless
nj that moment rowing hard up the
river. took some of the smart out Of his
cuts and bruises. His left eye was
swelling shut. He winked II timber
and STOOD wondering whether to blow
nut tie candle or leave II burn q while /:
onaIlz blew 1t out. and went back to
me vest window.
A sound caught his ear; steps com
lpg down the river road. He listened.
The steps turned In at the Jail yard;
came around to the west window. A
face appeared between the bars.
Enoueh light fell from the stars to re
zeal it, identity-the suave, handsome
race Of the nan he least expected to
RE there.
The PearIhunter came close to the
window. The Other backed . step
away.
pleased to ind you In" he sneered.
The PearIhunter passed BY the taunt
= silence. It seemed TO irritate the
,sber that hie shot had missed.
.Just thoura ia call around at your
-~h-your boarding place this evening
talk over d little matter q bust
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