The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1923-05-24

"Cuttin' out the saloons" said MI
randa.
I'm not SO sure Of that" said Nor
mon. turning In his seat. "You-all want
to remember. ma'am. that this Is an
incorporated town an that there's
allus shortage of law an order for q
whiles wherever there's a strike, gold.
oil or whatever tits. Eighty per cent of
the rush Is hard-shelled lot an erlong
with 'em Is smaller bunch that
thrives best when things Is run haphaz-
ard. There'll be ticker down there, an
it'll sure be auickfire ticker at that. II
you weren't the kind you are" added
Mormon, I'D tell you that down there
amt no place fo' woman I"
"Meanin'?' snapped Miranda Bailey.
But there was CLEAN In her eye that
showed Of a compliment accepted.
''Meanln'," said Mormon, that. eff
you'll take 1t 'thout otfense, you-ail air
plumb up-to-'late. When yimmen took
up the ballot figger they wasn't 0A'y
ready fo' equnI rights. they knew how
to git 'em. Side from the shootin' end
Of 1t, I'd say you was as well equipped
as any man to look out fo' yore own
interests"
Thanks replied Miranda. II sup
pose you mean that as n compliment.
Also know one end of a gun from an
other an can hit barn If It amt
fiyin'."
They rolled down to the valley and
over the dusty road to the camp. Re-
fore they reached the main street car
passed them from behind with rush,
driver and passengers reckless, whoop-
ing as they rode. one man waving a
bottle. another firing his gun into the
air.
That's the kind thatll figger to- run
Dynamite fo' WHILE" said Sandy.
'Pll bet there amt twenty old-timers
In the camp-real miners. I mean."
The street was alive with changing
groups, merging, breaking up to listen
to some fresh report of strike, or
opinion as to the prospects. There
were no women in sight. The men
were of all sorts. from cowboys In
their chaps, who had left the range
for the chance of sudden wealth, to
storekeepers from Hereford and other
towns.
Mormon's pronouncement that the
town. after Its long desertion. had
automatically refunctloned, was not
far wrong. Rudely lettered signs pro-
claimed where meals could be bought
and boldly announced gambling.
KENO-CHUCKALUCK AND STUD
CRAPS AND DRAW POKER
THE OLD RELIABLE FARO BANK
]. PLIMSOLL. PROP.
read Sandy.
"He's here, lookin' TO- easy money,
both ends an the middle" he drawled.
"W'udn't wonder but what we'd rub
up ag'in' him TO we leave"
you'll want to go right through to
Molly's claims, l suppose" said Mir
anda Bailey. do you know where
they are?"
II can soon find the location re-
piled Sandy. "But there amt any
extry hurry They've been recorded.
They'll keep. Well git us some real
hot grub at one of these restyronts an
listen a bit to the news"
"Aint you afraid Plimsoll or some
one'll have jumped those claims%
asked the spinster.
"W'udn't be surprised. But there's
allus two ways to jump, Miss Mir
andy. In an out. Let's try Cal
Simpsons place. l knew him when he
was runnin' chuck-wagon. He's sure
some cook If It's him."
They passed through the crowded
street to the sign. Next door to the
cabin that Simpson had pre-empted on
the st-come-first-served order that
prevailed, was one of the olden sa-
looms. Through door and window they
could see the crowded bar with bot
ties and tin mugs upon the ancient
slab Of wood. Some looked curiously
at Miranda Bailey, but the sight Of
her escort checked any familiarity.
Covered with dust from their ride
guns on hip, the Three Musketeers
did not encourage persliage at the ex-
pense of their outfit and they passed
unchallenged into the eating house
where a stubby man with big paunch
shouted greetings at Sandy.
"You ornery son of gun! An Nor
mon. This yore last, Mormon. MOI
I beg yore pardon, marin. c'ud have
wished Mormon 'ud struck somethin'
sensible an satisfactory at last. It's
his loss more'n your'n. Whatll you
have, folks? I've got steak an polk
an beans. Drove over some beef.
More comm ter-morrer. I'll have
real mennoo by the end of the week.
Steakf Segurol Biscuits an coffee"
He shouted orders to helper and
hurried Off to pan-broil the steaks.
whats the indicatlons?" asked
Sandy, after Simpson had rejolned
them.
big. Look here. White gold!"
He pulled out piece of tin white
mineral with a brilliant metallic lus-
ter. sparkling with curious crystals.
"Sylvanite-twenty-fi per cent gold
an twelve an half silver. veined
In the porphyry. There's young as
sayer come In last night. He lows it's
sylvanite, same as they have over to
Boulder county In Colorado. He's a
kid, but l w'udn't wonder but he
knows what he's talkin' about. Some
calls II telluride. But it's gold, all
right an there's big vein of It close
to the surface on the knoll east side
of Flivver crick."