White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-08-22

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breaches hadn't ridden away
Scott frowned at him.
81 was just remembering her." SAID
the Wolfer softly. 81 didn't need yor
to remind me. An awkward witness
that. 1t is all right, Carl Scott. You
eed not look at your friend as if you'd
like to eat him for saying that. IT
was in my mind too"
well, WE'LL" said Scott, you'll real
ize that there is all the more need for
you to tell us just where that prospect
is in hurry. Just you get busy"
Dewar heaved a long sigh, and
bending took up twig, then sat twist
ing his lips, and feeling his chin Oh
the underside with his left hand
WELL" he said, "see here" and he
made long winding scratch in the
earth. Here's MacIntyre Creek"
They came closer to look.
Here's MacIntyre's. Here's the
bend below us. There are two graves
just at the side of it. Two men are
buried there"
well, I never knew that" ejaculat
ed one of the men who was evidently
conversant with the neighborhood.
"Was that in the time of the old
placer workings?"
mo-" said Dewar quietly. ut was
quite recently. Just up against the
edge of the woods the graves are. 1t
was some dirty business, and they
were shot up and buried there"
Get on with your map" said Scott,
roughly.
Dewar made little heap of dus.
with his hand, then pointed west, and
down hill.
That's that peak over there"
They all looked across at it.
"You get your bearings by that" he
ontinued. "Now there's the top fork
of MacIntyre Greek. 1t comes down
off that peak; and here's the other
fork. Here's our present position.
right here. Now what you're going to
do is this" he raised his head gazed
up at the sky, blinked his eyes as
though they were strained behind the
glasses, and sat back.
what you are going to do is this"
he repeated, but his voice was hard
p-your-hands!"
And from behind, among the bushes,
Bunt's voice shouted:
Cup with them prompt! Don't
move, you'll"
All the hands were elevated. White,
haggard, with blue hollows under his
eyes, Blunt came close to the circle.
He laughed a horrible laugh
II tell you what" said he. Drunk
or sober i can sure slam down
gun!" Then he stood and laughed
again at the circle.
1--WE did that very well, both Of us"
said the Wolfer. But the prize goes
to you. When 1 saw you doing the
snake in the grass act decided I hal
to entertain these gentlemen so as to
give you every chance to get close.
But you can let that gentleman over
at the rock put his down, Blunt"
"Why?"
He's not in CARTS push"
Gent with the beard like Joaquin
Miller?"
"Yap. He's an old friend of mine"
why! It's Tom James! Well, Tom
James, glad to see you again. Elk
cuse me holding you up, too. Well,
gents all, can't scrutinize any of you
too close and personal for keeping tab
on all Of you as bunch, so to speak.
Anybody breathe over-deep and his
name is Dennis. Tom James, will you
oblige by making the collection? Re-
duce the armament of this bevy Of
stiffs, if you please. Now now, mis-.
ter, you with the cast in your eyes
you're moving a little bit and I can't
tell accurate what you're about be-
cause of that squint. 1t is sure an aid
to boxing man to have cast in his
eye. But it's sure a serious handicap
to you right now. You want to
breathe as easy as possible. 1 got to
keep special tab on you. There's
somebody moving behind me. l can
hear Who's in the bush?"
"All right" said James, rising to
make the collection of the armament.
She's friend, too"
"She!"
At that word all save Bunt looked
round. And Nancy, little paler than
her wont, for she was Of the open air,
and Drowned in the red of her pretty
cheeks, rose up out Of the bushes.
With chuckle the Wolfer rose,
casting down his twig.
Gall right, Tom" he said. "You
don't need to soil your hands, or mix
up in this at all. I'll collect the arma.
ment."
But before he began he walked over
to the man called Cock-eye and jerk
Ing his revolver from its sheath, said
1T was you who caused my tender
foot partner here to get that lump like
Ia hens egg on his forehead. And yol
shot darn good horse while you were
at it."
He whirled the revolver up in the
air and caught 1t as it descended, by
the barrel.
"Just you have short sleep and
hens egg on your head yourself" he
said, and tapped the six-gun butt on
Cock.eye's head. Down the man
sagged like a toppled sack of pota-
toas