White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-07-11

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His hand went around to his hip
and when it came back the CLEAN Of
short six-gun barrel was under
Fiske's nose. That young man flicked
his head back and thrust his hand
forward in an impulsive gesture,
knocking the gun, aimed past him, to
one side. It went of with loud re-
port but with no flash, or volley of
smoke, being no movie gun. There
was only the slightly acrid odor of its
smokeless powder. Everybody on the
veranda leapt up. The orchestra
stopped, and then the conductors ba-
ton went tap-tap-tap. He had perhaps
read of orchestraleaders and band
masters who saved the situation.
On went the music. 1t was tri-
umph for the orchestra leader. Wav-
ing his baton he looked elated, de-
lighted, standing gloriously pulled
up; and who can blame him?
what is it,"
The music ended.
"Say boys, that was flne!" sighed
the leader. Dewar leaned towards
him.
1T came pretty near a call for the
1arche Funebre," he said.
People were puzzled. They looked
at him curiously. Actually all had
happened too quickly for general
| observation.
Il didn't see what happened" said
the orchestra leader.
Music sheets rustled. The baton
tapped again and another gay number
was echoed back from the black
mountain opposite the town, till or
chestra and echo could hardly be told
one from the other by anybody at
little distance: Some places it seemed
as if the mountain was playing!
Dewar turned to Jack Fiske.
II believe you saved my life" he
said. My name is Walter Dewar."
"Mine is John Fiske."
"Well, Mr.. Fiske, I'm much obliged
to you. 1t maybe amt much you've
done for humanity generally, but it
means a whole lot to me.
Fiske, looking closely at the face
was struck by an expression upon it..
For all the persifage Of this mans
talk he was clearly grateful. And
1ore, the very air of levity gave him
something of a mystery. He was not
an ordinary man. Jack Fiske looked
right into his eyes. Solemnly, stead
lily, a trifle sad, that gaze met his
from behind the spectacles. Sudden
ly they twinkled with merriment.
They sat there, saying no more till
the concert on the veranda came to
an end, and trombones, and flutes
and violins were packed away, and
music stands taken down, and the
'rowd began to dispense. Jack rose
to go.
Goodnight" said he.
Goodnight sir" said the Wolfel
with short bow. ANY time can
be of service to you, Mr.. Fiske .
his voice tailed off. He inclined his
head gravely.
AS Jack moved away he heard va
rious people talking of the sound Of
the shot. He heard round him: "Dit
you see?'-"That shot-what was it?'
, Say, what was that report?" No
body seemed to know.
Hullo, hullo," voice accosted him
> and he found Mr.. Donovan rolling
along by his side like great key OF
: legs. Together they walked alonl
4 Dewdney Street.
what was this I've been hearing
3 about some queer return to the oil
> days of the wild and woolly?" aske'
t Prop" Donovan. who was 1t pulle'
a gun at the fremont when the ban,
was playing?"
Q II did not see the SMOKE" Fiske re
piled. II did not see the flame. AM
e l certainly did not see the bullet"
t Donovan's head turned slowly te
ward him.
u you were settin' there listening t.
the band, weren't your"
20 yes"
. But you don't want to speak. AL
], right. But say, had it anything to d.
with the man pointed out to you to
4 day? I'm just curious that much. l
t you want to keep quiet about it 70
!, any reason-of course you needn'
y say.
ut had"
8 "That'll do. l see you have reason
8 for keeping mum. That will do t.
( be going on with. After you'll" Fo
> they had reached the Rossland Hotel
, standing back from the sidewalk
broad enough for two lean men t
walk side by side.
After you, sir" said Fiske, and al
Donovan walked ahead of him maj
came hurrying after them.
Excuse me, sir" he called.
Jack turned and recognized Dewar'i
partner-Bunt.
my partner, Walt Dewar, would b.
glad If you could slip down to the DC
cidental House tomorrow morning"
What does he want me for?" asked
Jack, mighty curious.
20 search me! About the hem!
teeth, maybe! He'll tell you when he
sees you"
Bunt's phrase about "hen's teeth,
Fiske was to discover, meant no more
than that Blunt was a gentleman o.