Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1924-08-15

1 work alone. knocked WeDD OH III
horse. Told guards he fell. Didn't"
dare tell Roberts what was up till 70
sounded him-just before we came to
the showdown. Everything cleared W
but one-now who the hi are your
Scissors turned to get his horse, then
halted and called back over his Shout
! der:
"Who2 Me? Why, I'm Jim Omaha"
They said he would surely die. Mrs
/ Colt and Lottie Carl said he must live.
| The agent for Patrick & Salisbury re
ceived orders to spare no expense in
rounding up all available members OF
the medical profession in the hills. The
head and arm wounds were not danger
GUS, but the hole through the lung was
most serious. He would die, he might
live, were the alternating reports on
| the street. Finally an Eastern practi-
TONER, rough of garb and wild with
whiskers. was discovered in White
wood gulcb and brought to the sick
man.
He remained on duty for forty-eight
hours, heavily subsidized by the stage
coach company, and then announced
the invalid had chance If he could
be kept quiet. Mrs. Colt and Lottie
Carl were his nurses. Gradually he
day of September stood an excellent
| chance of recovering.
The sixteenth of September was the
first day he was left alone for min
ute; and he was aroused from fitful
sleep by the sound of guns and loud
| yelling. The gun volleys became more
violent. Dinsdale knew what it meant.
Crazy Horse was trying to sweep the
gulch. At the head of the bed hung
his belt and the two hand-guns. He
secured the weapons and slipped out
onto the floor and dragged himself to
the window. There Scissors and Mrs.
Colt found him, collapsed, one of the
guns cooked.
When Dinsdale recovered conscious
ness Scissors gently rebuked him.
why did you go to the Window
Taking a chance like that |"
Dinsdale family explained.
always looking for action, Peter"
sighed Scissors. What you heard
were the citizens celebrating over Gen
eral Crooks arrival in town. Every
one is safe now. The Sioux will never
sweep the hills"
The next morning the doctor said
the patient was not much the worse
for his exertions- Lottie Carl, who
had wept all night because she be-
lieved she had neglected him by run
ming out to look at the half-famished
troopers ending their ''horse-meat"
march from the head of Heart river,
wept anew with boundless Joy. Scis-
sors broke in on the fearful scene and
spoke with the doctor aside Then he
advanced to the bed and took Dins-
dale's left hand and said:
1--WE finished the Ogalala job. The
man Easy did it. But neither Pyrites
from them so he would not have to
divide. Pyrites and San Juan were in
the plot to kill Wild Bill. San Juan
knew what was coming and left the
hills so as to be away from Deadwood
when Mccall committed the murder.
believe he rather dreaded returning
until he heard that Mccall had been
allowed to escape.
"Pyrites, also, was away from town
until 1t was all over. I'm going out
with General Crook. The general is
ordered to move in to Red Cloud and
| Spotted Tail agencies and disarm the
hostiles, who are coming in in great
numbers. Crazy Horse failed in his
attack and American Horse is dead
from wound received at Slim butte.
Horseshoe Webb goes out with us as
prisoner, but / fear we can't hold
him, as there is no corroborating evi-
dence. The crack you gave him over
the head saves him from prison.
Cant you wait bit? I'll go with
you," murmured Dinsdale.
mot day. The Union PACIFIC is
calling me by every incoming stage.
Now you're on the mend must go. /
never can forgive myself for being
fooled by you, Pete. 1t was your Law
ish way Of spending greenbacks. |
never dreamed Patrick & Salisbury
had sent a man up here. Miss Linsey,
my helper swphie sometimes deals TEiwren-
ty-one, insisted you were straight. She
couldn't give any reason, and never
bank on instinct or intuition. So /
wasn't so wakan as / reckoned" And
he grinned whimsically. Then he
gravely added: Always could do it.
Four bits, gents. I'm wakan witsha-
sha"
"And me pretending to San Juan Joe
that Jim Omaha was the only man
feared and never guessing the truth
Good-by, Scis-Jim Omaha. Believe
me, you're the most wakan galoot /
ever met. I'll never foget Slim butte"
Scissors turned from the bed and
briskly took Lottie Carl's brown hand
and stared at her intently. Facing to-
ward the bed he Savagely demanded.