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about his earlier antecedents, his
birthplace, and the extent of his
schooling. But Scissors for once was
not responsive. He idly shipped pic
lures of animals out Of paper and ex-
planned they were lesser wakandas
When pressed for his private history
he showed impotence, and answered
II forget. It was very long time
ago--before became wakan witsha-
sha. A mystery man forgets useless
things. See, now a new picture. !
could always do it,"
And folding the paper several times
he worked with his usual quickness
and then opened the paper to disclose
a chain of horsemen, the horses 60
ing at mad gallop
1.-THE fellows we saw riding up the
stage road" said Dinsdale
eff l 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. /
wouldn't do it. The girl dealing Twen-
ty-one wouldn't let him order me out.
hope nothing happens to Sitting Bull
while I'm gone. The Chinese cook
said he would feed him just as told
him to. l think he will; he's afraid
of me. Calls me a devil man. / told
him if the owl wasn't all right when
l got back I'd make many pictures
of him without his queue. He squealed
like 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 Dins-
dale crawled under this and was soon
asleep Scissors remained for an
other hour, blinking at the Goals and
absent-mindedly playing with the scis-
sors. A long-eared owl called to the
eye of the fire and a timber wolf
howled dismally. Covering the Goals
with gravel the picture man crawled
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 better humor and he made an
elaborate picture of the fat-topped
butte.
"What are they saying about me In
Deadwood City, Scissors?"
The picture-man seemed TO be be-
IuOulSu lUr HAIL d hAlAulO. nc otnhC
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
a road-agent. Others offer to bet
you're a 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 in throwing money around
than the agents have"
"Still you think it's safe for me to
go back to town."
I'm a mystery man. 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
against you. But folks thinks she's
Jealous. San Juan Joe is your friend.
He speaks good words to the men of
the city council about you. He tells
them you're going into a business deal
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 it in lots OF her talk. There's
no other explanation for the way she
gets after you. The town was stirred
up bit over Aliens death Tor day
or so, but now decent folks are glad
he's dead. If you go back and quiet
down no one will trouble you.
"San Juan tells every one you and
he are to organize flume company to
supply hydraulic power. That catches
every ones fancy. Six men killed by
Indians within four miles of Dead
wood since you went away. Patrick
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