Sioux County pioneer., 1922-11-02
.well,s' he questioned, '.what's up,r

WeAJ no QueSIlOueU, Wn6to upT
my partner has disappeared. I
want to report to you-and see II I
can get some help.
"Disappeared7 Whof'
Harry HarkinR. He's a big Cor
nishman, with large mustache, very
red face, about sixty years old, I
should Judge"
"wait minute" Bardwells eyes
narrowed. "Ain't he the fellow I ar
rested in the Blue Poppy mine the
night Of the Old Times dancer?
Eyes"
"And you say he's disappeared1
When does his trial come upY'
"A week from tomorrow"
"And he's disappeared" A slow
smile came over the other mans lips.
II don't think 1t will help. much to
start any relief expedition for him.
The thing to do is to get picture
and q general description and send It
around to the police in the various
parts of the countryi That'n be the
best way to find himI"
Fairchild's teeth gritted, but he
could not escape the force Of the ar
gument, from the sherifrs standpoint.
For moment there was silence, then
the miner came closer to the desk.
Sheriff." said he as calmly as pos
sible, "you have perfect right to
give that sort Of view. That's your
business suspect people. However,
some sort Of an accident happened at
the mine this afternoons cave-in or
an explosion that tore out the roof
Of the tunnel-and am sure that my
partner is wandering among the hills.
Will you help me to find himf'
The sheriff wheeled about in his
chair and studied a moment. Then he
rose.
"Guess WILL" he announced. ut
can't do any harm to look for him,
anyway"
Half an hour later, aided by two
deputies who had been summoned
from their homes, Fairchild and the
sheriff left for the hills to begin the
search for the missing Harry. Late
the next afternoon, they returned to
town, tired, their horses almost crawl
ing in their dragging pace after six
teen hours Of travel through the
drifts Of the hills and gullies. Harry
had not been found, and SO Fairehild
reported when, with dropping shoul-
ders, he returned to the boarding
house and to the waiting Mother How
ard. And both knew that this time
Harry's disappearance was no joke, as
1t had been before. They realized
that back Of 1t all was some sinister
reason, some mystery which they
could not solve-for the present, at
least. That night, Fairchild faced the
future and made his resolve.
There was only a week now until
Harry's case should come to trial.
Only week until the failure of the
defendant to appear should throw the
deeds Of the Blue Poppy mine into the
hands Of the court, to be sold for the
amount Of the bail. And in spite of
the tact that Fairchild now felt his
mine to be bonanza, unless some
sort Of miracle could happen before
that time, the mine was the same as
lost. True, it would go to the highest
bidder at public sale and any money
brought In above the amount of bail
would be returned to him. But who
would be that bidder? Who woupl
get the mine-perhaps for twenty or
twenty-five thousand dollars, when 1t
now was worth millions? Certainly
not he. Unless something should hap
pen to intervene, unless Harry should
return, or in some way Fairchild
could raise the necessary five thou
sand dollars to furnish a cash bond
and again recover the deeds of the
Blue Poppy, he was no better of than
before the strike was made. Long he
thought, finally to come to his conclu-
sion, and then, with the air of gam
bier who has placed his last bet to
win or lose, he went to bed.
But morning found him awake long
before the rest Of the house was STIR
ring. The first workers on the street
that morning found Fairchild Offering
them six dollars day. And by eight
O'Clock, ten Of them were at work
in the drift Of the Blue Poppy mine,
working against time that they might
repair the damage which had been
caused by the cave-in.
That day and the next and the next
after that, they labored. Then Fair
child glanced at the progress that was
being made and sought out the pseudo
foreman.
'win It be finished By nightr' he
asked.
Easily"
"very well. I may need these men
to work on day and night shift-Tm
not sure. TIL be back in an hour"
Away he went and up the shaft, to
travel as swiftly as possible through
the drift-piled road down Kentucky
gulch and to the Sampler. There he
sought out old Undertaken Chastine.
and with him went to the proprietor.
my name is Fairchild, and I'm in
trouble" he said candidly. "rve
brought Mr.. Chastine with me because