Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-01-14

fell lin what I've told you. unless you
want to spoil my chance Of helping
him."
81 won't" she promised; then added,
with quick eagcruess: Maybe | can
help you. I'm going down to Saguache
to visit on the Fourth.
"I'll look you, up, Trouble is that
i,iSam; is; bent on !:rupiiis.himself, Seems
!. ito. think Soapl is hissbest friend. IT
we could: show hiln:icdlfferent things
might work; out all rigit.": !:
= While she:eiimbed 1.-THE hill to Sam;
Curly: watefed Ills Iidrse lind smoked
"a cigarette He was not hired to
cchanerto,ne lovers; 81 ::!g9:lerefore, it took
him three-quarters:of;hn hour to reach
the scrub pine belt .eh:thet edge Of the
park. e ;Giss& y *;
At once he saw that they had been;
having a quarrel. The girls eyes We're
red, and she was still $dabbing at them
with her handkerchief when he came
whlstling along. Sam looked discour.
aged, but stubborn. Very plainly they
had been disagreeing about his line Of
conduct,
The two young men took the trail
again. About noon the next day they
reached Saguache. After they had
eaten, Curly stgolled off by himself to
the depot.
Gimme ticket for Tin Cup for this
evening. I:want to so by the express"
he told the agent.
The man looked at him and grinned:
you're so darned active. maybe you
could get off No. 4 when she Is fog
ging along sixty miles per. But most
folks couldn't, not with any comfort"
Meaning that the flyer doesn't
stop?" .v>. .r,.' l.,
"Not at Tin Cup" -
"Have to take the afternoon train
then|
"I reckon" He punched q ticket
and showed it through the window
toward Curly. "Sixty-five cents,
please"
Flandrau paid for and pocketed the
ticket he did not intend to use. He
had found ont what he wanted to
know. The express did not stop at
Tin Cup. Why, then, had Soapy
marked the time of It's arrival there?
He was beginning to guess the reason.
But he would have to- do more than
guess.
Flandrau sauntered back to the no.
tel on the lookout for Sam. He was
not there, but waiting for him was a
boy with a note for the gentleman In
No. 311.
"Kid looking for you," the clerk
called to the cow-puncher.
"Are you Mr.. Soupy Stones friend,
the one just down from Dead Cow
creek?" asked the boy.
Curly nodded and took the note.
This VAS what he read:
"Sam: come to Chalkeye's place soon
as you get this. ThereJwe will talk
over the business.
YOU KNOW WHO" .
Though he did not know who, Curly
thought lie could give pretty good
guess both as to the author and tho
business that needed talking over.
Through the open door Of the hotel
he saw Sam approaching. Quickly he
sealed the Hap Of the envelope again.
"A letter for you, SAM"
Cuiisun tore open the envelope and
read the note. :,
"a friend Of mine has come to town
and wants to sec me-" he explained.
To help out his bluff, Curly sprang
the feebc-minded jest on him. "l,londe
or brunatte:" ..
''Im no lndy's man," Sam protested.
content to let the other follow wrong
scent.
"Sure not. 1t never Is lady," Flan-
drau called aftcShlm MS he departed.
But Sam had no more than turned
the corner before Curly was out Of
side door and cutting through an alley
toward Chall;cye's place. Reaching
the back door of the saloon, he opened
1t q few inches and pcerch In. A min
nte later Sam opened the front screen
and asked q question Of the man In
the apron. The bartender gave jerk
Of his thumb. Sam walked toward the
rear anil turned In Mt the second pri-
vate booth.
Curly slipped forward quietly. and
passed unOlserved into the third stall.
The wall which divided one room from
another wAs Of pine boarding and did
not reach tile ceiling. Flattened against
the wall. his attention strained tn the
utmost. Curly began to catch words
and phrases Of the low-vOicrd speak
ers In the next compartment. His pn-
ston was perlous in the eXtrei2e. .bu.
he would not leave now until he had
found out what he wanted to know.
(To be Contnued).
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