The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-09-08

SliIn jim grOWied SCmetnlng the
meaning of which was Crowned in an
oath.
You say it was free ride? Much
obliged. That's sure fair enough"
Clay went on easily. 'Well, l didn't
come to talk TO you about that. I've
got other business with you this mon
in"
The chauffeur looked at him suIlen-
! ly and silently.
Suppose we get inside the cab.
where we can talk comfortably" Clay
proposed.
"Slim" Jim stepped into the cab and
sat down. Clay followed him, closing
the door.
Have you seen Jerry Durand this
sunny mo'nin'?" asked Lindsay, with
surface amiabiIity.
"Wot's it to you?" demanded Col
Inns.
"Not thing. Nothin' a-tall." agreed
Clay. But it may be SOmethin' to you
I'm kinda wOnderin' whether I'll have
! TO do TO you what | did TO him."
"Slim" Jim reached for the door
hastily.
A strong, sinewy hand fell on his
arm and frightened, slightly twisting
the flesh as the fingers sank deeper.
Collins let out YELL "Gawdl Don't
do that. You're KILN me-"
BEG yOre pardon. An accident. If
l get annoyed I'm liable to hurt with
i'm rn
suavely. III come right down to brass
tacks, Mr.. Collins. You're through
with Annie MilIikan. Understand"
"Say, wot tells this stuff you're pip
| in? Who d you t'ink youse are?"
"Never you mind who l am. You'll
keep away from Annie from now on
absolutely. If you bother her-if any
thing happens to her-well, you go
and take good long look at Durand
before you make any mistakes"
you touch me an I'll croak you.
See!" Kissed Collins.
"A gun-play?" asked Clay pleasant
~. Say, there's a shoOtin'gallery
round the corner. Come along. L
wantta show you somethin'."
Jaw, go TO h-ln'
The Sinewy hand moved again to-
ward the aching muscles of the gun
man. Collins changed his mind hur-
riedly.
"AIl right. I'll come" he growIed
Clay tossed a dollar down on the
counter, took ID and aimed at the
row of ducks sailing across the gal
lery pool Each duck went down as it
| appeared. He picked up second rifle
and knocked over seven or eight mice
as they scampered across the target
screen. With a third gun he snuffed
the flaming eye from the right to the
| left side Of the face that grinned at
him, then with another shot sent it
| back again. He smashed few clay
pipes by way of variety. To finish off
with, he scored six center shots in a
| target and rang bell each time. Not
one single bullet had failed to reach
| its mark.
The New York gunman had never
seen such. speed and accuracy. He was
| impressed in spite of the insolent
sheer that still curled his lip.
"Got a six-shooter-a fohty-five?'
asked Clay of the owner of the gal
| lery.
mo"
Sorry. I'm not much with rifle.
but I'm a good average shot with a
! siX-gun. l kinda take to it natural"
| They turned and walked back to the
/ oil int hn
strut.
"Tryin' TO throw a scare into me-
he argued feebly.
Me? Oh, no. You mentioned soft
music and the preacher. Mebbeso.
But it's liable to be for you if you
monkey with the 5uzz-saw. I'm no gun
sharp, but no man who can't empty a
| revolver in a shade better than two
seconds and put every bullet inside the
rim of a cup at fifteen yards wants to
throw lead at me. You see, hang up
my hat in Arizona. l grew up with a
six-gun by my side"
II should worry. This Is little old
New York, not Arizona" the gangman
answered.
That's what yore boss Durand
thought. What has it brought him
but trouble? Lemme give you some
thing to chew on. New York's the big
gest city of the biggest, freest country
ON Gods green footstool. You little
sewer rats pull wires and think you
run it. Get wise, you poor locoed
gink. You run it about as much as
that fly on the wheel of yore taxi
drives the engine. Durand's the whole
works by his way of it, but when some
one calls his bluff see where he gets
off"
"He amt through with you yet"
growled "Slim" Jim, sulkily.
"Mebbe not, but you-yOu're through
with Annie" Clay caught him by the
shoulder and swung him round. His
eyes bored chilly into the other man.
Don't you forget TO remember not to
forget that. Let her alone. Don't go
near her or play any tricks to hurt
her. Lay off for good. If you don't
well, you'll pay heavy. I'll be on the
Job personal to collect"
Clay swung away and strobe down
the street, Iight-heeled and 1.-the, the
sap of vital youth in every ripping
muscle.
aSIin," Tim uatchod him suarIinp