The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-11-21

cholera germs. Any fool can see it
now. / might have known something
was up when Trevors bought the infer
nal things. It's as simple as one, two.
three. Now this other jasper, pretend
ing to look for a job, brings on some
more of them, so that the disease win
spread the faster. Let me get my two
hands on him, Judith. For the love of
God, lead me to him."
But. instead, she led him to the dozen
white pigeons which Carson brought
In.
Trip, all business again, improvised
his laboratory, washed the pigeons
feet, made his test, with never another
curse to tell of his progress. Judith
left him and went into the courtyard,
where, In a moment, Carson came to
her.
! you better tell me what's up" he
said sharply. 81 know something is.
That new guy that come in is darned
hard to keep. Just as quick as / grab
a shotgun an go to shooting pigeons
he moseys out to the corrals an starts
saddling his horse"
Don't let him go!'
/ Carson smiled dry, mirthless smile.
Bud Is looking out for him right
now" he explained. Don't worry none
about his going before we say so. But
/ want 70 know what the play ISL
Judith told him. Carson shook his
head.
| Think of that?' he muttered. 'Why,
a man that would do a trick like that
oughtn't to be let live two seconds.
Only" and he wrinkled his brows at
her, where does Poker Face come in?
We amt got no call to suspicion he's
in on it."
/ you watch him, just the same, Car
son. We know that somebody here
has been working against us. Some
one who turned Shorty loose. Maybe
it isn't Poker Face, and maybe 1t Is"
'He plays a crib game like sport
an gentleman" muttered Carson.
"He beat me seven games out'n nine
last nightl" And, still with that puz-
zled frown in his eyes, he went to
watch Poker Face and the new man.
To have one of the men for whom he
was responsible suspected hurt old
Carson sorely. And Poker Face, the
man with whom he delighted to play a
game of cards-it was almost as
though Carson himself had come under
| suspicion.
You're going to stick around just a
| little while, stranger" Bud Lee was
saying quietly to shifty-eyed man in
the corral "Just why, / don't know.
| Orders, you know"
"Orders be i'd" snarled the new
conner. 81 go where please and when
/ please"
He set foot to his stirrups. lean,
muscular hand fell lightly upon his
shoulder and he was jerked back
promptly. Lee smiled at him. And
the shifty-eyed man, though he pro-
tested sharply, remained where he
was.
A thin, saturnine man whose lips
never seemed to move, a man with
dead-looking eyes into which no light
of emotion ever came, watched them
expressionlessly from where he stood
with Carson. 1t was Poker Face.
| "No," Poker Face answered, to a
sharp question from the persistent
Carson.
! "Sure, are yOu?"
| Eyes"
At last word came from Judith. Car
son and Lee were to bring both of the
suspected men to the house. Doc
Trip, wiping his hands on towel,
his sleeves up, bestowed upon the two
tempt and hatred.
| "You low-lived skunksi" was his
| greeting TO them.
Easy, Doc" continued Judith from
her desk. '"That won't get us any
where. Who are your she demanded
of the man standing at Lees side.
"Me?" demanded the man with an
assumption. of jauntiness. "Tm DON
ley, Dick Donley, that's who / ami'
"When did you get here?"
"'Bout an hour ago."
"What did you come for?"
'Lookin' for job"
"Did Carson say he hadn't anything
for your"
mo, he didn't. You're askin' lot
of questions, if you want to know" he
| added with new surliness.
''Then why are you going in such a
hurry? Don't you like to see anyone
shoot pigeons?"
Donley stared back at her insolently.
Because I didn't fall for the
crowd he retorted bluntly. "An', If