Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1923-12-28

| Answer: A ClotheSpn
Wallie was sure that it was Boise
Bill" from a description Pinkey had
given him, and his voice was slight
ly tremendous as he said.
Good evening"
The stranger paid no attention to
his greeting. He was surveying
Wallie In his riding breeches and
puttees with an expression that was
at once amused and insolent.
Looks like you aimed to camp a
spell, from your layout" he OBJ.
served finally.
Eyes, am here permanently. "
Wallie remarked Wallie wondered
if the stranger could see that his
hand trembled as he stirred the
gravy
Indeed! How you got that fig.
1 gered?" asked the man, mockingly.
Wallie replied with dignity.
This is my homestead. l filed on
it this morning"
Looks like you'd abound out il 1t
was open to entry before you went
to all that trouble" Boise Bill shut.
fed his feet so that cloud of the
light wood-ashes rose and settled In
the gravy.
Wallie frowned but picked them
out patiently
II did," he answered, moving the
pan.
Then somebody's lied to you. fer
doned it,
you've never done any work on
it, and Mr.. Tucker has my filing fees
and application, SO l cannot see that
there is any argument about it,
i Wallie was very polite and con
ciliatory
You'll find that film is one thing
and holdin' is another in this man 5
country"
81 will appreciate it, said Wal
lie, sharply, "if you won't kick ashes
in my gravy"
"And l will appreciate it," Boise
Bill Knocked him, eff you git your
junk together and move off my land
in about twenty minutes"
Il refuse to be inundated" said
Wallie, paling II shall begin a
contest suit if necessary"
81 allus fight first and contest aft
erward." Boise Bill lifted his huge
foot and kicked over first the pan
of ham and then the gravy. Wallie
stood for second staring at the
tragedy Then his nerves jumped
and he shook with passion which
seemed to blind and choke him.
Boise Bill had drawn his six shoot
er and Wallie was looking into the
barrel of it. His homestead, his
life, was in jeopardy, but this seemed
nothing at all compared to the fact
that the ruffian, with deliberate NAL
ice, had kicked over his supper!
Have l got to try chunk O lead
on your" Boise Bill snarled at him
For answer Wallie stopped swift
ly and gripped the long handle of the
frying-pan. He swung it with all
his strength as he would have swung
Y a tennis racket. Knocking the six
shooter from Boise Bills hand, he
jumped across the fire at him
Scarcely conscious of what he was
doing, in a frenzy of rage that con
sumed him, Wallie whipped his little
pearl-handled pistol from his breech
es pocket and as Boise Bill opened
his mouth in an exclamation of as
constituent, Wallie showed it down
his throat, yelling that if he moved
an eyelash he would pull the trigger!
This was the amazing sight thai
stopped Pinkey in his tracks as eff
fectively as bullet.
Wallie heard his step and asked
plaintively but without turning:
What will | do with him."
"As you are, until l pull mis-
l fangs."
; Pinkey threw the shells from
!, Boise Bills rifle and removed thu
shells from his six-shooter. Hand
> ing the latter back to him he salt
7 laconically:
, Drift! And don't you take tn,
beef-herd gait, neither"
3 The malevolent look Boise Bill
J sent over his shoulder was wasted
on Wallie, who was picking out 0
l the ashes and busting the ham To-
: which he had stood ready to she,
> his blood.
ITO be continued)