Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-06-26
CHAPTER v-contInued.


Keno Frank, drawn from his private
room by the firing, now ran forward
and behind the bar against which
Dinsdale was leaning. With a scowl
on his heavy face he stared from
Curly's furious countenance to that Of
the nonchalant Dinsdale, then at the
floor and the battered target.
Seems to me, stranger, you've
taken some liberty with my new floor"
he began.
ga matter of doing that, or killing
snake. But you must admit it was
pretty gun-play. Ask any of the men,"
Keno Franks hand was resting be-
meath the bar, fumbling for the gun
Curly had failed to secure. He stared
into the smiling face thoughtfully. The
scowl faded and the hand was with
drawn, empty.
ut was pretty gun-play, stranger.
Have a drink?'
Dinsdale shook his head and reload
ed his guns.
"Just walking around bit. I'll be
going"
He passed to the door, his hands at
his side. French Curly wished he car
ried a second derringer as did San
Juan Joe, but In his heart he knew he
would not risk shot had he had the
extra gun.
This episode, more spectacular than
tragic, added to the reputation that
Dinsdale was acquiring From resort
to resort the story was carried that
night, and by morning the "greenback
man" was the principal topic of con-
versation among all classes. The story
of his prodigality trebled his losses
and gifts in the telling until it was In
evitably concluded that the source of
his wealth, at the least, was mysteri-
GUS.
The morning also found something
new added to the widely flung gossip
and was based on his encounter with
Bandy Allen in the /. x. L. hotel. With
the usual exaggeration 1t was loudly
hruited about that the two men had
parted with the understanding they
should begin shooting on sight when
next they met. For several days Allen
had been drinking heavily. He was
type that loses nothing of deadliness
because Of liquor. The more he drank
the more quiet he grew. There was no
doubt as to his making threats against
Dinsdale few hours after the scene
!, IN Keno Franks place. But the two
did not meet and now it was morning
and the entire town was expecting
them to settle their feud before sun
down.
Near noon Dinsdale appeared on the
street, apparently as fresh as If he
had been in bed all night instead of
three hours of sleep during the fore
noon. He visited several dives with
out tarrying in any. AS he was leaving
a gambling tent disheveled creature
followed him and warned:
watch out for that Bandy Allen.
He lows to pot you, mister"
Thanks. Run away"
And the fellow stumbled off to stare
ecstatically at the greenback in his
grimy paw.
In the afternoon following the lively
ed In front of the Grand Central hotel
by a grave-faced man, who RAPIDLY
said:
"Your name is Peter Dinsdale. ! am
mayor of this town. Mayor Farnum.
must talk plainly to you, as you are
a young man. l hope you're more fool
fish than dangerous"
"Shoot, mayor. I'm both young and
dangerous, but never dangerous to
Mayor Farnum."
The mayor 7rowned at the f1ippant
tone and boastful words and advised
him:
''This town is not a good place for
gou. Back in Cheyenne or Denver,
say"
Dinsdales smile vanished.
SIS that an order for me to get
eut?" he sharply asked
mo; not an order. Simply some
good advice. Affairs have been run
rather loosely here ever since the big