Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-06

and call on Silvertip. I'll see you when geo
back"
Macshane saw now that he had been mis-
taken on that last point, at least; his reunion
with Old Snoop was at Silvertips cabin after
all. and poor Midnight'S dread of the trip was
justified, for he was sleeping it off laced in q
tarpaulin with Dad Young himself. MacShane
wondered nervouSly how soon Midnight, and
consequently Slvertip, would find that out.
Once more Sivertip broke the silence, rec
calling MacShane to his immediate surround
ings.
II been worried about Dads health for q
long time" Hughes began tentatively.
''Somethn wrong with him?"
"Fellers his age" said Silvertp, lis terrible
suckers for thesis"
Come to think of it." MacShane improvised,
che was looking peaked. Looked like a feller
come out OF the grave"
Silvertip said nothing, and MacShane re-
calling that he was skating near the edge Of
mighty thin ice, decided it best to keep his
gaze vacuously upon the stove
Certainly, he thought, Silvertp must know
that old Dad Young was dead If the deputy'S
suspicious were correct Sivertip had personally
seen to Dads demise.
We'll" said Silvertip slowly, I'm glad %
hear he made it to town. He's had right bad
cough. Me and him was just Settn' down IN
it in his head to go down to town. We moved
here from above because this is more sheltered"
We'll anyway" said MacShane, II was glad
to hear you fellers done SO well up there"
CAUTIOUS, prying words, that might draw
gunfre, pretty Soon MacShane drew q
deep breath of pure tension He had come to
the point at last. Whether or not Silvertip had
killed Dad Young was legally his primary con-
Germ, but he realized now that he did not much
care. Dad Young was dead, and nothing that
he or the law could do would bring him back.
or make Molly Young less alone. What re-
manned in the balance was the wealth that
might or might not have been yielded by the
Maybe Salt.
There was rumors" went on MacShane,
that you fellers got fooled the Maggie;
maybe you know some fellers call it the Maybe
Salt. 1 certainly was relieved to hear they
was wrong"
WELL" slvertip began, THAT was a funny
thing-and SEEM as you was-is-a friend OF
Dads, don't mind tellin' you how it was. I
suppose he-said little something about 1t
HIMSELF"
Silvertip paused obviously praying for some
enlightenment from MacShane that would give
him his cue.
oh" said MacShane with just as fervent
prayer, che did say little something
NE dLlQ Sdlu Ol1NSTIlp. now, AJ lASGb
something was coming out! ME and him.
From the lean-to came a peculiar noise, q
sound more arreSting than the impersonal
whistle and drone of the wind in the spruce
a long moan. tpo human to be the voice of the
wind, yet hardly human enough to be the voice
of a man.. Silvertip's voice choked off and
he froze motionleSs.
"Oh, gee!" moaned Old Snocp.
Silvertip's words came with more than usual
elaboration: "What-was-that?"
81 didn't hear nothin'," said MacShane nom
chalantly. Silently he was cursing Old SnOOp
and his baggage. What was you saying?" the
deputy prompted, his voice casual.
IT," said Silvertip slowly, forget what was
sayin."
I'VE were speaking of the Maybe Salt"
MacShane suggested.
Was we?"
Stalemate. Once more long silence.
IT was talking to Molly Young" MacShane
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