Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-07-17

and then opened the paper to disclose
q chain Of horsemen, the horses 60
/ ing at mad gallop.
'The fellows we saw riding up the
! stage road" said Dinsdale.
eff could meet some of them in San
Juan's place could get dollar for it,
unused Scissors as he carefully refold-
ed the strip of figures. 'Old Calvin
wanted me to pay him percentage
for all sold in the gambling hall. l
wouldn't do It, The girl dealing Twen-
ty-one wouldn't let him order me out.
hope nothing happens to Sitting Bull
willie I'm gone. The Chinese COOK
said he would feed him just as told
him to. I think he will; he's afraid
of me. Calls me devil man. told
him lie the owl wasn't all right when
/ / got back I'd make many pictures
Of him without his queue. He squealed
like a rat. All! / hear an owl now.
Some ones ghost is trying to tell
me things"
"You give me the creeps," sleepily
| said Dinsdale.
They had rugged an extra blanket
over some low hanging branches as
a protection against the dew, and Dlns-
dale crawled under this and was soon
asleep. Scissors remained for an
i other hour, blinking at the Goals and
absent-mindedly playing with the scls-
sors. A long-eared owl called to the
eye of the fire and timber wolf
howled dismally. Covering the Goals
with gravel the picture man craWieo
in beside his companion.
Sunrise was free from fog and the
two were up with the first light and
eating their prepared food. Scissors
was still apprehensive of danger, for
he would have no fire kindled. They
| went without coffee, and the omission
made Dinsdale sullen.
Shortly before noon they rode through
the dry bed of Elk creek and by mid
day arrived at Bear creek. Hating
at Bear only long enough to rest their
mounts and swallow some meat and
bread they entered wide valley, run
/ ming north and south, with Bear butte
showing six miles ahead. They camped
on the lower fork of Bear Butte creek
and Dinsdale's mood improved when
Scissors kindled fire and placed the
coffee on to boil Scissors, too, was
in a better humor and he made an
elaborate picture of the f1at-topped
butte.
.'What are they saying about me In
4 Deadwood City, Scissors?"
The picture-man seemed to be be-
fuddled for half a minute. He stared
at Dinsdale stupidity while his wits
tried to formulate an answer. At last
he blurted out:
"You amt blamed for killing Bandy
Allen. Some men whisper that you're
4 a road-agent. Others offer to bet
/ you're train robber.''
.How would you bet?"
'Train robber," was the prompt re-
ply; and Scissors reached in his pocket
for another piece of paper. "You have
more style irl throwing money around
than the agents have"
s:Still you think It's safe FOR me to
go back to town."
"Im a mystery man. l see things
! other folks don't see. There's woman
who'd do you harm, yet she'd act fool
ish If you'd be kind to her. She's
talking and trying to make medicine
i against you. But folks thinks she's
j Jealous. San Juan Joe is your friend.
j He speaks good words to the men Of
the city council about you. He tells
them you're going into business deal
with him. Then there's the way you
came through Red canyon. Folks can't
forget that. Every time they see the
little girl they remember that. All
that's against you is just talk. Bad
talk
scissors, / sweep my hat low to
you. You have some brains / believe
you've read the cards right-all except
about the jealous woman"
every one believes that. The wom-
an shows 1t in lots of her talk. There's
no other explanation for the way she
gets after you. The town was stirred
up a bit over Aliens death for day
or so, but now decent folks are glad
he's dead If you go back and quiet
i down no one will trouble you.
san Juan l0llS every OuG you ana
he are to organize fiume company to
supply hydraulic power. That catches
j every ones fancy Six men killed by
| Indians within four miles Of Dead
wood since you went away. Patrick
and Salisbury offer five hundred re-
ward for the capture Of any man who
helped run off twenty head of their
best stock from the French Creek sta
ton. They threaten to stop their
stages If the horse thieves aren't
caught pretty soon. So you see the
gulch has other things on it's mind be-
sides you and your doings'
81 see. Any strangers in town."
Scissors gaped in mild amazement
Strangers? Why, you must know
they're coming and going all the time.
Only they don't go far because Of the
Indians"
| Dinsdale puffed his pipe in silence
for a minute, then asked:
Ever you hear anything about a
fellow called Omaha?"
i Scissors pursed his lips and screwed
/ up his whimsical features in an effort
to remember. Then he slowly said
Name sounds familiar. Maybe it's
because Of the city by that name
Queer name for man to have"
/ Dinsdale lapsed into meditation and