The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-05-07

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well, if you never dubbed HE'LL"
Caramba cried at the end. And
you can see how this Nevil Lowe
figured. Me or you, we'd thought
the same, in his boots. Well :"
$50 I'm Comanche Linn! And
when I'm Con Cameron, that's just
a new go-by for Comanche. You
can't ride with me! You have got to
ride off before somebody sees US"
Ssh! my child" Caramba
drawled. "It amt becoming to you,
telling wise old folks like me what
they can't do. Hitting me in the
map last night like you done in Tt
van"
''Huh?" Con cried. "You mean
that was you laid out?"
Con had not realized how lonely
he had been until loneliness was
over. Time after time, on the long,
slow ride from Apostles Arroyo to
Wild Horse, he had seen Caramba
tested. By every standard, the Tex
as cowboy was man and brother.
When they rode on southwark the
next day, Caramba looked thought
fully, gravely, at Con. He shook
his head.
boy! You certainly have growed
upl" he drawled. 'tThis country
kind of belongs to you, huh?-You
could go long way around the Ter
ritory, bet you, and find friends.
Well! I reckon we're kind of safe
to hit for this village of Onopa,
huh?"
'Safe as most Places" Con said,
struggling.
Fright! Now, listen to me. No
body in the Territory knows me or
has got thing against me. Any
where / go, I'm looked at as just
plain cowboy. Now, if you ride with
me and I say you're-Twenty John
son, like you told 'em on Los Ala
mos, why, chances are nobody'Il
claim different. If somebody thinks
Twenty Johnson and Comanche
Linn-Con Cameron look alike, well!
plenty men look like plenty other
men,"
"You think that Comanche Linn
can just disappear and Twenty john
son can pop up?" Con demanded in
credulously. with Nevil Lowe and
and Janet Lowe and some others
knowing me?"
Wouldn't surround me speck, if
he could! Anyway, look at what
you're bucking: Right now, every
body's thinking about Paramore and
you. Whichever way you was to
head out, likely you'd run into folks
looking for you. But if you stick
right here, on Los Alamos or this
Busted Wheel, till the noise dies
down, they amt going to be looking
| for you here!"
eff I thought I could do it" Con
said slowly.
Lies try! We amt likely to lose a
thing more'n we'd be losing, any
howl"
When they came quietly into the
little cowtown of Onopa on the
Bravo, late that afternoon, Con had
not yet made his decision. But there
was much of sound sense, he
thought, to Caramba's suggestion.
Nobody seemed more than casu-
ally interested in two more cow
boys, when they left the horses be-
hind a cantina in Onopa and drifted
in to the long bar. They had a drink
and bought one for the bartender,
a squatty, nervous man with rest
less eyes. Then he bought one for
them and asked if they had heard OF
the try at Tivan bank. He began
to tell of it without waiting for reply.
"Dud lost three that crack" the
bartender said. Catfish Coyle and
big fellow that went by Dandy
and Jeff Allmon that rode for a
while with Quirk Ellis bunch UP
| around Fronteras. Dandy, seems
like, got his legs shot out from under
him and everybody around Tivan's
claiming he downed Dandy when he
tried to get away. Catfsh-he was
Just a crazy cowboy that worked all
over-got shot by Balm the deputy,
at the bank door. Dud killed poor
| jeff Allmon to take his horse. JEFF
| lived long enough to write about it,
and tell you! bud would have trou-
BILE getting a drink of hot water in
hell, way everybody feels about
him."
He was puzzling the rest of that
note found on jeff. Why-he Won
dered aloud-should this strange