Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1935-04-12
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had seen at Liarsville.

had seen at Liarsville.
They were in shadow again and
had gained the darkness of the trail
before the street filled, for The
Pack Train was a ''last chance"
saloon. They joined a scattered line
of prospectors who had started
on the night trail into the canyon,
and no one followed them.
In wary silence the two partners
kept trailing till they made camp
far up the river canyon.
Over the fire, the outlaw sat in a
long study. II reckon that was a
case" he said at last, "of what you
would call suggestion The man
wouldn't believe I didn't have a gun
notched for him."
what made him think you
dido" Maitland asked.
II followed him one night in
Nevada. Got a slant of him then
in the light of a saloon door. 1t just
needed one look to see he was only
a tramp tin-horn. Seems, though,
like he had other things to be nerv-
Gus about; he had friends in the
camp and his imagination started
guns blazin' When he seen me
here he figured l was still after him
/. Like the girl said, the worst
risk may be the one you amt look
in for.
"I've been fgurin' slower since I
made that first mistake -. They's
a heap of pretty burnette girls in the
Western camps. You can see how
easy it is to get mistracked from
how wide my guess was about this
one and the horses, thinkin' she
wanted pay"
DO you think the gold secret
she spoke of was just something
she'd overheard while singing
through the camp? Like her tip
about the shell dealer?"
Speed looked at him curiously.
"why would you guess she over
heard a gold secret?"
81 don't know" Maitland hesita-
ted. Something she said the first
time l saw her. And then Owens
losing his outfit when he was on
his way to join a partner in the
Yukon Do l imagine, or dos
that tie together?"
eft ties to her," Speed grunted.
maybe nowheres else. Outfits are
gambled and lost right along the
trails without needin' a gold secret
back of it. What you heard Owens
say doesn't count for much. And if
this perspecter had a gold mine,
why wouldn't he record it, thus
the secret? Another thing
I'd bank she wouldn't be that much
interested even in a gold mine. She
by gold too easy"
"Then what motive would she
have?"
"Motive?" Speeds mouth tight
ened. you'd better not guess.
Nothin' sets a man wonderin' like
gold, and the best trick a woman
has is to get you wonderin' till you
90 round her in circles. When she
talks of putin heads together,
whose head do you figure she's in
~terest in? Maybe Fallon and me
both cramp her ideas. She bats ms
with a gold lure to go trailin' him.
and her other argument is Plaus-
able. 1t would surely be a wise move
to hunt Fallon down and settle that
ifeud. But not on Canadian ground
|. If that amt her motive, it:
lust barely possible she's workin.
with Fallon to nail my pelt. Or else
-" he concluded, less audlbly
"she's drawin' evidence for thu
Law. She's the most insidous wo-
man I ever met, and I've known
some bear-cats."
At the top Of the pass they look
ed out over a new world.
Clouds billowing darkly on :
chill wind, Swallowed the crests o.
a piling sea of mountain peaks. IL
the east and below them, a CLEAN