White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-07-04

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cork eye could see that"
II don't want to appear to argue,
sir" said young Fiske. What I've
to say is just because I've been fol
lowing all this with interest"
"Say on, my boy"
"If they all know where this rich
prospect is why don't they go out all
together and re-stake it? While they
are staying here some one might go
and find it,"
20, Larry Of the queer eyes would
play dog-in-the-manger every time. He
wouldn't go shares with any one If
he's the only one who knows. guess
he's scared to start in case he's fol-
lowed by Walt and Blunt. If Walt and
Bunt know where it is and start out
then Larry Shanks will quit playing
dog-in-t he-manger. That's what l
think"
| A drawing voice, at that moment.
came to their ears. Donovan bent and
peered out Of the window.
Look" said Donovan. "There they
are again-or there he is again
Walt the Wolfer and his partner, Blunt
Bradley"
Through the mosquito net Fiske
looked and saw that 1.-THE swinging
back, that dallying walk. By the side
of Dewar walked another man, lit
tie heavier, with more Of swagger in
stead of ease, but not excessive swag-
ger, manner Of buoyancy In some
way he could hardly describe Fiske
felt drawn to them. Looking back at
that moment later, he wondered If
what he felt then was premonition.
In that retrospect it seemed that then
he knew-knew-he would become
acquainted with them. But Of what
what he would do and see and get to
know of them he had surely no pre-
monition.
IF am any Judge of human be-
AAS OoNh, 00Au 0oAOV0AS- oOoROAA-
dency amt the outstanding mood of
Mr.. Bunt this day. Walt Dewar don't
ever walk but in that slow projectin'
fashion; he don't express his vary
ing feelings in his gait. Always like
that. Just projectin' along, kind Of
as if he wondered why in heck he
hadn't boss to ride and save his
legs, as always think. Bunt mostly
has that cheerful I-dont-care-if-it-
SHOWS carriage to him; but he looks
to ME kind of extra easy today, and it
amt a poker players bluff. Look at
him. Don't he fairly exude Every
thing is going fine and dandy!'?
Fiske looked. And as he looked
Donovan went on:
"Now you want to go and scout
around town and try to get more
news than I can give you about this
here peradventure prospect. There
amt nobody going out to look for 1t.
You're practically stranger. If only
you could get some kind of inkling
whereabouts 1t is! If you went away
to look for 1t they'd think you'd only
quit because you couldn't get job"
There is in most towns, perhaps it
may be said especially in the West.
a hotel that is treated much as club
as we'll as a hotel. In Jaffery 1t was
the fremont. People not boarding
there used to come and sit in its
rotunda In winter, and on the seats
along its veranda and the seats along
the sidewalks before it on summer
evenings. One row of chairs, close to
the veranda, on the sidewalk, was al
lowed by Chief Loney, who had many
cigars free from the proprietor. There
was always some little attraction at
that hotel-the fremont. On this es-
pecial evening it was little orches.
ira, "rustled together" by some lover
Of music. They sat at the veranda end
with paper caps on their heads, play
ing ragtime, big moths veering and
spinning over them in the blaze Of a
special reflector backed light that
shone down upon their music sheets
on the music stands.
Fiske came to rest here on q vacant
chair. The music was not solacing
it was elating! 1t told him not to
worry, that he'd get job all right.
Jaffery had doomed a little bit too
suddenly; that was ALL 1t was lit.
tie overcrowded; that was all.
A strong odor of what seemed to
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not, caused him to turn his head, and
he saw, sitting beside him, man