The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1923-01-26

MY partner has disappeared. I
want TO report to you-and see II /
can get some help"
"Disappeared2 WhoT"
Harry Harkins. He's a big Cor
nishman, with a large mustache, very
red face, about sixty years old, /
should judge"
wait a minute" Bardwelrs 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 disappearedl
When does his trial come upT"
"A week from tomorrow"
And he's disappeared" A slow
smile came over the other mans lips.
Il don't think II will help much to
start any relief expedition for him.
The thing to do is to get a picture
and a general description and send It
around to the police in the various
parts Of the country! That'l be the
best way to find him"
Faircnild's teeth gritted, but he
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gument, from the sheriff's standpoint.
For a moment there vas silence, then
the miner came closer to the desk.
Sheriff." said he as calmly rs pos
sible, "you have q perfect right TO
give that sort Of view. That's your
business-to suspect people. However,
some sort Of an accident happened at
the mine this afternoon-a cave-in or
an explosion that tore out the roof
Of the tunnel-and l am sure that my
partner is wandering among the hills.
Will you help me to find him."
The sheriff wheeled about In his
chair and studied a moment. Then he
rose.
Guess l will" he announced. at
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 Fairchild
reported when, with dropping shout
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 it 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 a 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 a bonanza, unless some
sort Of a miracle could happen before
that time, the mine was the same as
lost. True, 1t would 60 to the highest.
bidder at a public sale and any money
brought in above the amount Of bail
would be returned to him. But who
would be that bidder? Who would
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 i've 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 a gam
bier who has placed his last bet to
win or lose. he went to bed.w
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 a 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. 3
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.
"Will 1t be finished by nightY' he
asked.
Easily"
"Very well. / may need these men
to work on a day and night shift-I'm
not sure. I'll 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. 1--WE
brought Mr.. Chastine with me because
he aSsayed some Of my ore a few days
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