Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-07-23

Pete Pitchlyn vanished. Yancey
and the Spaniard we're left alone on
the sunny street corner. The face
Of Miro now became strangely pinched.
The eyes were inky Sits. He was
summoning all his little bravado. pull
ing II out Of his Utmost depths.
Il know something. l have that to
tell you." he said In Spanish, his lips
barely moving.
Yancey replied In the same tongue,
"Out with IT,
The Spaniard did not speak. The
Sits looked at Yancey. Yancey knew
that already he must have been we'll
paid by some one to show such
temerity when his very vitals were
Gripped with fear. You know some
thing HIM? Well. Miro. mas vale
saber que haber.r With which bit of
philosophy he showed Miro what
westerner can do In the way of
shrug; and sauntered of.
Miro leaped after him In one Noise
less bound, like cat. He seemed now
to be more afraid of not revealing that
which he had been paid to say than OF
saying It He spoke rapidly, In Span
ish. Il say only that which was told
to me. The words are not mine. They
cay. Are you friend OF Yancey era
vatT say, Yes They say then.
TEL your friend Yancey Cravat that
wisdom 10 better than wealth. II he
does not keep his d-n mouth shut he
will die The words are not mine"
Thanks" replied Yancey. thought
fully. speaking In English now. Then
with one fine white hand he reached
cut swiftly and gave Miro's scarlet
neckerchief quick strong jerk and
twist. The gesture was at once an
insult and = threat. Tell them"
Suddenly Yancey stopped. He opened
HIS mouth. and there issued from 1t
sound so dreadful. so unearthly as to
freeze the blood of any within hearing
1t WAS sound between the gobble OF
4 coyote. Throughout the Southwest
1t was known that this terrible sound.
famed as fle gobhle. was Cherokee In
origin and death cry among the Ter
ritory Indians. II was known, too.
that when an Indian gobbled ii meant
sudden destruction to any or all in his
path
The Spaniard's face went curious
dough gray. With whimper he ran,
streak Of purple and scarlet and
brown. round the corner Of the near
est shack, and vanished.
Unfortunately, Yancey could not re-
sist the temptation OF dllating to
Eabra on this dramatic triumph. The
story was, furthermore, told In the
presence Of Gin and Isaiah, and Illus
trated-before Sabra could prevent 1t
with magnificent rendering Of the
blood-curdling gobble. They were
seated at monday dinner. Sabra's
fork, halfway to her mouth, fell clat-
tering on her plate. Her face blanched
Her appetite was gone.
1t was all like nightmarish game,
she thought. The shooting, the
@carousing, the brawls and high alter
cations: the sounds OF laughter and
ribaldry and drinking and song that
issued from the fiimsy cardboard false
front shacks that lined the preposter-
GUS street. Steadfastly she refused to
believe that this was to be the ac-
cepted order OF their existence. Yam
cey was always talking OF a new
code, new day; live and let live.
Sabra refused to believe that this
business Of the Pegler shooting was
as serious as Yancey made 1t out to
be. 1t was just one Of his whims.
He would, she told herself, publish
something or other about it In the
first edition OF the Oklahoma Wigwam.
Yancey stoutly maintained it was due
of the press on Thursday. Privately.
Sabra thought that this would have to
be accomplished by a miracle. This
was Friday. A fortnight had gone by.
Nothing had been DONE Perhaps he
WAS exaggerating the danger as well
as the Importance OF all this Pegler
business. Something else would come
up to attract his interest, arouse his
Indignation, or outrage his sense OF
justice.
She was overioyed when, that same
day, a solemn deputation of citizens,
three In number, de rigueur In SON.
breros and six-shooters. called on YAM
cey with the amazing request that he
conduct divine service the following
Sunday morning. Usage was over
month old. The women folks they
said, In effect, thought 1t high time
that some contact be established be-
tween the little town sprawled on the
prairie and the Power supposedly gaz-
ing down upon 1t from beyond the
brilliant steel-blue dome suspended
over 1t. Beneath the calico and sun
bonnets despised OF Sabra on that nrst
day OF her coming to Usage there
apparently glowed the same urge for
convention, discipline, and the old or
der that 80 fred her to revolt She
warmed toward them. She made up
her mind that, once the paper had