Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-12-31

luck, an | make deal whereby the
skipper gets the same as do, an the
ship, which Is the same as his daugh-
ter, gets almost as much. You men
were offered a share on top of yore
wages if you wanted to take the
chance-twO shares TO the hunters. 1t
was ID liberal, an you grabbed at
il. got left on the ice, blind on
breakin' foe, an You sailed off an
grabbed a handful or 50 of gold,
enough to set you crazy.
What In blazes Would YOU know
what to do with It, emmy of You? Spill
1t all along the Barbry coast, or
gamble it off to Demng Is there
one of You I'D have got Off tibet foe
an, blind as ! was. turned up agin?
Not one Of We. An when ! did show
You got sore becoZ you'd hggered
there nd be more with me away.
"A fine lot of Skuuks You can take
yore id bit of paper an light yore
pipes with II, for all of me. To h-Il
with 1t,
shut up" His voice topped the
murmurs at the table. Garrison sat
quiet, sometimes licking his lips gent
~, listening 10 Luud as he might have
listened to the rantngs of a meodra-
matte actor. But Raney scnSed that
he was milking a mistake. He was
letting Lund 90 too far. The men were
listening to Lund, and he knew that
the giant was talking for a specific
purpose. Just to what end he could
not guess The big booming voice
held them, while II dashed them.
Equal to me? Bah! I'm man.
Yo're a lot OF fools. Talk about me
hein blind 1t was ice-blink got me.
Then ophthalmy matterin up my
eyes. It's gold-blink's got you. Yo're
cave-fsh, a lot of blind suckers"
He leaned over the table pointing
a massive square finger, matched with
| red wool, direct at Garrison. us if he
had been leyeling a weapon.
"Carlsen's a fake! He's got you
hipped He thinks he's boss becoz
he's the only navigator of yore crowd.
| amt overlooked that card. Carlson
That amt the only string he's got on
| We. Nor the three shares he expects
to pull down. He made you pore suck
ers tire off all your shells; he found
out you amt got "A gun left among you
that's emmy more use than club. He's
| got a gun an he showed YOU how he
could use If. He's sittin' back larfln'
| at the bunch Of your
The men stirred Rainey saw Carl
sens grin disappear. lie dropped the
paper. His face paled, the veins
showed suddenly like purple veins in
dirty marble.
1--WE got that gun yet, Lund," he
snarled.
Lund laughed, the ring Of It so CON
fident that the men glanced from him
to Garrison neryoudy.
"Yo're a fake, Carlson" he said.
"And I've got yore numbcrl To hi
with you an yore pop-gun. You amt
/ even doctor. saw real doctors
| ashore about my eyes. NiphablepSia.
/ they call snow-blndness. I'll bet You
| never heard Of IT, Yo're only q wom-
an-conning dope shooter! Else you'd
/ have known that nlphablcpsla amt
permanent I've bin gettin' my sight
! back ever since | left Seattle. An
now. d--n you for a moldy- hearted.
Shiny -souled fakir, stand up an say
yore my equal"
He stood up himself, towering above
the rest as they rose from their chairs,
! tearing the black glasses from his
/ eyes and filnging them Mt Carlson, who
was forced to throw up a hand to
ward them off. Roiney got one glimpse
of the giants eyes, They were gray
! blue, the color Of agateware, hard as
steel, implacable.
Garrison swept aside the spectacles
and they shattered on the floor as he
! leaped up and the automatic shone In
bis hand. Lund had folded his arms
above his great chest. He laughed
/ again, and his arms opened.
In an instant Rainey caught the OBJ
/ ject of Lund's speechmahng. He had
done 1t to enrage Garrison beyond en-
! durance, TO make him draw his gun
/ Giant as he was, he moved with the
/ grace Of panther, with q swlftness
/ too fest for the eye to register. Some
| thing flashed in his right hand, gun
1 that he had drawn from a holster
/ slung over his left breast.
The shots blended. Lund stood
there erect, unnjured A red blotch
/ showed between Carlsen's eyes. He
slumped down into his chair, his arms
/ clubbing the table. his gun falling
! from his rerveIess hand. his forehead
/ striking the wood like the sound Of
an auctIcneer's gayel Lund had beat
On hi,a % the draw.
Lun0. 30 longer a blind Samson,
with contempt In his agate eyes, sur
veyed the scattering group ~ men whc
! stared at the dead man duly. as 4
/ gripped by the exhibition of n miracle
"You muFdererW she cried.
'Lund grinned at her, but
there was no laughter in his
eyes" II