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ooh, he may think he has reason
to want me-" mumbled Dinsdale. ANY
way, I'm much obliged to. you for the
trouble you've taken"
mot bit. / was selfish. I wanted
you in with me on the big thing. Per
haps It'll work around to that"
They shook hands and Dinsdale
slipped out into the night.
AS he reached the lighter street be-
fore the Centennial hotel some one in
front of the hotel called out sharply
and men appeared at the windows and
ran from the door, Those who left
the building scurried around the cor
ners Curious to see what was about
to happen Dinsdale halted and sought
the cause of the disturbance.
Run Greenback! Run, you fool !"
shouted man crouching at the corner
of the hotel.
Hes after you most proper!"
howled another voice.
Dinsdale began to realize that his
appearance was the cause for the ex-
element.
Dinsdale growled under his breath
and glared suspiciously about, expect
ing an attack from every patch of
| shadow. He had not placed any Gre
dence In the threats Of Bandy Allen
so persistentry repeated to him dur
ing the day. He sincerely hoped it
was false alarm, and he would have
hurried on If not for the fear that
Allen was in ambush ahead. There
was Mayor Farnum's warning, con-
else and positive, against any street
| fighting. The town would not be safe
for any one who INDUCED In the
pastime. And Dinsdale wished to re-
main until he had glimpsed Jim
Omaha. From the medley of voices,
calling warnings for him to run, jeer-
ingly denouncing him, and urging AL
len to "settle his hash," it was plain
Allen had been making his boast at
the hotel and the street in front of
the building had been picked for the
assault.
Where is hep" loudly yelled Dins-
dale, not knowing whether to retreat
or advance.
Here he comes! RUM" some one
! shouted.
| But coming from which direction?
Dinsdale knew he must leave town on
the jump if any fighting resulted. With
hand on his gun and his head swing
Ing from side to side, he advanced
few rods when head popped from
| hQhfn6 a dv.xY-r Hc4 Ill
whipped out his gun but refrained
from firing when a voice shouted:
Tie hotel He's coming out |"
The light was sufficient for Dinsdale
to recognize the speaker to be Scis-
sors, and he swung about on his heel
just as Bandy Allen ran into the road
from the hotel, long gun clasped In
his two hands. Up went the gun to
his shoulder and down dropped Dins-
dale, and two loads of slugs tore with
scream over his head. Had he re
NAMED erect he would have caught the
charge full in the chest. He rolled to
one side and came up on one knee as
Allen dropped the shotgun and began
firing with his hand-guns, the lead
kicking the dirt into Dinsdale's face
go .back!" he roared, throwing him
self fiat and rolling toward the box
which sheltered Scissors.
Perhaps Allen believed his quarry
was seriously wounded and unable to
gain his feet; perhaps the influence
impelling him to commit the murder
outweighed all sense Of discretion
Whatever was driving him to make
his kill he did not falter, but with
loud yell of triumph began running
toward the writing figure. With the
residence of steel spring Dinsdale
came to his feet. Allen came to a
halt and fired with his left hand and
was throwing down his right-hand gun
when Dinsdale's lead caught him in
the forehead.
AS Allen went down on his face
some one grabbed Dinsdale's arm; and
Scissors was wailing:
Nov you've gone and done 1t!
Drinking, gambling, soaring folks, sas-
sing the city fathers, and now a kill
ingl Come awayl Come away"
And he urged Dinsdale down the
street.
"Shut up! Think you're telling me
something new?" growled Dinsdale
Keep along with me till / can write
a few words to San Juan. Give me
some Of your paper!'
He halted in the light of gambling
hall window and placing the pad
against Scissors back he found pen
ell and hurriedly wrote:
"Allen laid for me. / did for him.
Am riding south. Start Pyrites early
In a. m. I'll meet him on the stage
road ten miles from town Have him
bring outfit, a forty-four Winchester
rifle and plenty of ammunition. Allen
was drunk or crazy. Use your influ
ence with city council. Kill off any
mob talk. I'll look for a message at
Rapid City week from today-P. D."
"Take this to San Juan Joe in q
rush, Scissors. If he's in a game,
break in so he can read 1t at once.
Don't talk"
Then he hurried down the street,
running swiftly when he came to the
dark stretches. Discordant cries grad
ually merged into a sullen roar, the
hunting call of the mob. He was well
ahead of his pursuers, however, for
he gained Clarkes livery stable and
procured his horse from the sleepy
hostler and cantered down the stage