The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1923-05-03
CHAPTER v.-contlnued.

They're through. That's enough,
said Sandy. 1--WE amt killers"
Got two of EN-" said Sam. "Good
shootin', Sandy! l reckon ! missed
clean. l fired to the left"
1.-THE man who's down Is Butch
said Sandy. "Id know his figger In
a coal shaft. I've bunch the other
was Hahn. Hit him somewheres in
the hand; Spite his dealin' TO- a while.
Let's git out of this. They've quit"
wonder If Plimsoll was with 'em.
How about the hawsses? Can you
whistle Pronto backr
Reckon So" Sandy whistled shrilly
through his teeth. After a minute he
repeated the call.
hoofs Then that of others, coming
from the town.
Better load up, SAM" said Sandy
grimly; 1--WE amt out of this yet
That'll be Jim Pl.msoll's brother-in-
law. likely"
''Here come our ponies"
As yet they could see nothing adj
vancing but horse whinnied from
the plain lying between them and the
Three Star road.
"Pronto," said Sandy, showing car
tridges into his guns
A body Of mounted men had come
out from town and ridden fast upon
the bridge The foremost stopped
with an exclamation Mt the missing
boards. All wheeled in some confu-
sion and slid their horses down into
the arroyo to scramble up the bank
again and spur for Sam and Sandy
just as the pinto and the roam cur
veted up to their masters. The two
cowmen leaped for their seats, Sandy
temporarily sheathing one gun. They
faced the townsmen, who formed
half-eircle about them.
you, Sandy Bourke an Sam Man
ming, stick up yore handsl"
You got good eyesight," returned
Sandy. "What's the idee? Eff you
shoot. don't miss. I'm holdIn' tol'able
close ternight"
His tone was almost good-humored
You was shootin' in town limits
May have killed someone. Ag'in the
law to shoot inside the Herefo'd line
I'm goin' to take you In"
"You ARR" Sandy's drawl was
charged with mockery. How about
the Herefo'd men who stahted the fire.
works? Eff you want our guns,
Sheriff. come an take 'em. First
come. first served"
There was no forward movement.
A man swore as his horse began to
dance.
"You go back an tell Jim Plimsoll
to do his own dirty wo'k, If he's got
any quits left fo' tryin'. Me, I'm goin'
home"
The sheriff and his hastily gathered
band of irregular deputies, working
In the interests Of Plimsoll, knew,
with sufficient Intimacy to endow
them with caution, the general record
Of Sandy Bourke and Soda-Water
Sam. None of them wanted to risk n
shetland miss. Sandy would not.
Even a fatal wound might not pre-
vent him taking toll. Sam was almost
as dangerous. They were politicians
rather than fighting men, every one
of them. And they were tolerably
certain that Plimsoll had ambushed
the two from the Three Star. The
sheriff clustered.
II amt through with you Wit. Sandy
Bourke. know where to find Won y
"You-all are goln' to have a mighty
hard time flndin' yo'se'f afteh election
Sheriff. as 1t Is. The cowmen amt
crazy about you. They might take q
notion to escort you out of the county
limits"
you're inside the town line. -
Il won't be In two minutes. Git ONT
Of our road" said Sandy, his voice
freezing In sudden contempt. He
roweled Pronto and, with Sam even
In the jump, they galloped through
the half-ring without opposition
Horses were neck-reined aside to lie,
them pass. The wind sang by them
as they tangented Off from the road
A shot or two announced the attempt
OF some to save their own faces. but
no bullets came near the pair. The
fusillade was sheer bravado.
For almost mile the two rode at
top speed, then they settled down to
lope that ate up the miles-a walk
at the end of three-then lope and
walk again. until the giant cotton
woods of the Three Star rose from
the plain.
Mormon tiptoed heavily out on the
creaking porch with husky. "Hush 7"
"What fo'r'
"Molly's asleep. Sisted on waftin
MP for you"
well, we're here, amt weY de-