Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-06-19
CHAPTER lv-continued.

'eBut If these gentlemen of the road
knew you talked like this they might
not like it. They might give you some
lead instead of gold" warned Dins-
dale
Scissors fatuous face showed much
alarm
Don't you, tell them that I've
talked" he begged. I'll keep my
mouth shut after this. If any of them
hear I've talked and speak to you, you
Just say it isn't so.
Dinsdale smiled curiously.
so you're taking me for one of
them" he murmured.
Scissors became Hurried and backed
away from Dinsdale as If suddenly
afraid OF him; but he repeated:
"Just tell them It isn't so. Now
must make a picture OF Horseshoe
Webb, over at the monte table"
A pause and sharp glance at Dins-
dale's expressionless face.
He's very ugly or very good
In his drinks. Just now he's good-na-
tured.''
With a hasty duck of his head, which
the big owl seemed to initiate, he sided
his way to the monte table, where
Horseshoe Webb was twisting his huge
black mustacle and smiling amiably.
Webb wore a gayly-enbroidered buck
skin coat and carried an ivOry-handled
revolver at the front of his belt. From
below the skirts of the coat protruded
the decorated sheath of long knife.
Dinsdale shifted his position so that
he might study Webb more closely. He
was large and gaunt of frame, and yet
was very vain. He covered his uncouth
figure with the softest of buckskins
and received his name from a horse
shoe Of brilliants worn in his neck
scarf. And he was inordinately proud
of his long black mustache
Dinsdale surveyed him for minute
and would have departed had not flap
at the rear been raised to admit a man.
Before the canvas fell back in place
Dinsdale glimpsed door, and for the
first time realized there was wooden
annex to the tent. Second glance told
him the newcomer was Iron Pyrites,
the peripatetic prospector. Pyrites was
gazing absent-mindedly at the busy
scene and did not sense Dinsdale's APP
proach until the latter's hand touched
his shoulder.
Back in town to outfit for the great
trip, eh?" greeted Dinsdale.
"Joey's friendl' exclaimed Pyrites,
thrusting out hand. "Joey's shoot
ing friend! Yes, stree! The big trip
is what's coming next One big strike
and I'm going back East. Joey's all
right. He's my friend and partner,
but he don't have enough sabe, not
enough faith Just been talking to
him. He shows no more interest than
If was talking about buying and
selling eggs.
why, man. know several big pros
poets that oughter make him give this
outfit away and boot for joy; and he
don't give a hang. There's gold back
near where met you fellows or the
road. Heaps Of I'll No five and ten
cents to a pan, but dollars to a pan
sounds big? It Is big. Then there's
silver indications near Bear butte,
right under our noses. There's oceans
of silver there. I know it. Why, man
alivel Just me and my burro have
traced out five miles OF silver ledge.
Hit on it by accident. Hunting gold
and found nugget that was almost
pure silver Washed down from some
vein up in the halls.
'"That was enough for old Iron
Pyrites. When I've developed the tun-
nels aud drifts I'll take out ore that'll
run two hundred ounces to the toni
Two hundred dollars to the toni A
small mill, at the least, will reduce
twenty-five tons day. Five thousand
dollars A small custom-smelter will
turn out-well, wen say thousand
ounce brick a day. Good lordl And
I can't git Joey haired up about 1t ~
'"Then you'll go after silver next 2"
prompted Dinsdale.
Pyrites scratched his nose and wrin-
kled his brows.
I'm a gold MINER" he finally de-
cided "Silver's good. I always like
to feel I've got good silver ledge
back of me for rainy day. Mebbe
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