Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-06-26
BY HUGH PENDEXTER
Copyright by The Bobbs-Merrill Co.

isn't any of your wealth to come
to poor me, Mr.. Bad Man?"
'I'm taking them alphabetically and
haven't reached the SIS yet he grave
ly explained.
Joe says you play poor cards" she
sweetly informed him.
Joe ought to know. He was in the
game when / was trimmed"
IF I tell him that he won't like
your saying It."
He smiled cynically and assured
her:
You can't make bad blood between
Joe and me. So long as don't fall in
love with you Joe won'te sniff any bat.
tie smoke"
I'm afraid Allen will get you first, y
she jeered. He halted his steps and
contemplated her curiously and unused
$50 you're the one who set the yarn
going about me fighting that rabbit
You're as poor at guessing as you
are at cards. You'll know when I be
come busy"
"Work fast, little woman, as I shall
be leaving the gulch soon."
Her pink and white face hardened
and the blue eyes squinted up with
malice.
When you feel the rope that Mccall
lodged remember me, my bad man."
: II shall remember you for a long
time; but I'm not your bad man,
he softly reminded her as he passed
on.
Kitty the Schemer bit her red lips
and watched him swing up the street
The experience of having young men
ignore her undoubted charms was both
new and intensely disagreeable.
The night began for Dinsdale as had
the Others. From tent to tent and
from dance hall to saloon he trav-
eled, lavishly acting as host to crowds
Of men who already were whispering
their belief he was one Of the Ogalala
train robbers. In the Big Ace, devoted
entirely to faro and largely patronized
by professionals who had made kill
lngs at poker, he added to his un-
savory reputation by winning two thou
sand dollars in gold and then promis-
ing to shoot his way clear of the joint
when the proprietor became over In
sistent on his remaining and tempting
fortune further.
AS he left the place he was thrown
into sudden spell Of anger by a poor
creature creeping to his side and at
tempting to tell the same old story
about Bandy Allen.
"You scum 7 he growled, reaching
for the fellows neck.
Mercy sakesi Don't" spluttered the
fellow. you gave me bill this morn
ing. / wanted to do you a good turn.
tell you Aliens going to try for
you"
Excuse me, neighbour" sighed Dins-
dale. 'Tve been trailed pretty strong
by your friends today"
II amt after no more money. !
owed you a few words, l thought. No
funny business to 1t. / heard French
Curly as much as tell Big George you
was having your last night-'less you
seen Bandy Allen first. Them was his
exact words, almost. Believe, or forgit
II" And he ducked away up the
street.
Dinsdale rubbed his chin and unused !:
'T'm inclined to believe 1t. But
what the devil is behind 1t all? That
poor fool isn't acting less some ones
pushing him forward"
Only hiIarity filed his shapely head
when an hour after midnight he en-
tered the Grand Central and immedi-
ately became central figure He in
vaded the bar with mob at his heels
and made 1t free to ALL While he
dumped some Of his golden faro win
nings on the bar the word was car
ried to the street that the "greenback
man" was throwing everything wide
open and without limit, and homeless
men f1ocked in and jammed the place.
It was while the last of the mob was
being satiated that Scissors squirmed
through the press and thrust a note
into Dinsdale's hand. Opening it Dins-
dale read:
Most important you see me now
Joe."
'Is Joe wearing any guns besides his
derringers?" whispered Dinsdale In
Scissors ear. For he was wondering
If Kitty the Schemer had succeeded In
compelling her lover to prove his love
by gun-play.
"Oh, no! Don't even know he's got
his derringers. I've been hunting for
you quite a while. He got tired and
came with me- He's outside here, stew
ing and fretting. Wish you'd come !;
he'll blame me If you don't"
Throwing a bag of dust on the bar
to clean up the score, Dinsdale fol-
lowed Scissors to the street. San Juan
Joe was standing by the side of the
building.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS