The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-11-16

minute. I waited until after dark, and
when he didn't come I said to Dempsy
that something must have happened to
him. Dempsy called to a big Indian
known as Baby" and sent him down
the trail with me to hunt for DAILY. We
went back to the junction and followed
the trail down to the river for about
two miles, when we heard DAILY hol-
lering in the tall sagebrush. He had
undertaken to unpack the horse, and
got tangled up in the ropes. Baby"
packed the horse again and we got
back to the ranch.
"Next morning DAILY presented an
order for McNamara's horse. A fellow
at Dempsy's by the name of John Glib
bons was looking after the horses, and
also after the interests of the road
agents. He said he thought the horse
wa gone, but he would go to look for
him. We stayed for a few days, while
he pretended to be looking for the
horse. The second evening he brought
in an old mare, and said the horse was
gone, and that DAILY would have to
take the mare. AS a matter of fact,
McNamara's horse was a good one and
the road agents we're using him. T told
DAILY I did not think the mare would
make the trip, but DAILY decided to take
her, so we got ready to start the next
morning. That evening Boone Helm
came in on a fine horse they called
"Grey john" The horse looked as if
he had been ridden hard. Boone Helm
got drunk that night and raised quite
a row. He had just robbed a man by
the name of Drummer Dan.
In the morning when we got ready
to start out, it a very cold and I was
sitting by the fireplace pulling on two
pairs of socks. Boone Helm reached
over my shoulder and with a great oath
pulled one pair cut of my hands, say
ing as he did so, This will never do,
you wearing two pairs of socks and me
none!" I knew he vas just trying to
pick a quarrel, and I jumped up and
threw my gun down on him. I had the
drop on him but I did not know it at
the time, for his gun was behind the
bar. He started after the gun. but Bob
Dempsy jumped and grabbed him, and
whispered something in his ear. He then
wanted to apologize, and as I vas quite
willing, we shook hands.
"Daly and I started out and rode all
day. We reached the mouth Of Black
Deer creek, above where Dillon now is.
At that time there were only two houses
between Alder Gulch and the settle
ment at Salt Lake, one at the Point OF
Rock on Beaverhead, and the other at
the upper crossing of Snake river. Days
old mar gave out the first day. A man
by the name of Samuel Patterson, who
was freighting from Salt Lake with a
four-mule team, was camped at the
mouth of Blacktail Deer creek. That
night we made camp with him. Patter-
son vas going to Salt Lake, and since
Days horse could go no farther, we
concluded DAILY would have to 60 back
to Virginia City with the horses and I
would go on to Salt Lake with Patter-
son.
"The next morning, Patterson, his
driver and I started for Salt Lake. We
drove from the head of Blacktail Deer
creek to the Red Rock side, too late for
the noon camp, but we did camp and
feed the horses and got some dinner.
When we hitched up again it was quite
late in the afternoon.
"As we started out after camping, I
looked down the creek and saw a man
on horseback crossing Red Rock, a mile
below Us. I asked Patterson whether he
saw him, and he said, Yes, I've been
watching that fellow for some time. He
has been behind us since we crossed the
Divide I said, 7 don't like the looks
9 the fellow and Patterson answered,
Perhaps he's one Of the boys
When we got to the junction Of the
Bannack road it was getting dark and
patterson was going to camp there. Two
miles above there was a small stream.
They called the place Pine Butte. It
was 9 regular camping place. w looked
tnere and saw q big freight outfit. They
mad Just lit q couple Of campfires. I did
not like the idea Of camping alone after
seeang that fellow meaking along BE-
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