The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-07-02

the faint light showing him only as
a distorted shape. Then he saw the
outline of the mans hand, slightly
lifted. He stiffened. For what looked
to be an enormously heightened
forefnger was a pistol barrel, he
knew.
"Hel-lo, Conf" the man said
drawlingly. How you been?"
Con tried to place the voice,
vaguely familiar as it was, while he
watched the pistol and wondered
faulty what this meant.
'Long time since we wawaed us
an evening away. Yes, sir! You
kind of raised up hell and showed a
chunk under it, since then! You"
"Martino Palafox, the deputy"
Con breathed, staring.
:tYeh. And I'm here to see you.
Reach up your paws, boy, and see
if your both ears still hang right.
You ought to thank ell buen dos,
boy, that l amt like some Terri
tory star poles! l would have shot
you right out from under your cow
lick! The reward is five hundred
dead or alive! And it's easier to
pack beef than kicking steer"
"Milgracias! A thousand thanks
But you're barking up the wrong
tree, amigo. Comanche Linn was
killed outside Salado. Lee Welsh
told me so, after l met the bunch
in Fronteras. You'll make no five
hundred on Con Cameron, going by
Twenty Johnson on the Wheel. An
other thing! I'm in hells own hurry,
tonight. Listen, now: the wagons
went to Skull Spring and they are
going to ram hellbent into Helligo
| Canyon, first crack out of the box.
You know they're going to get fraz.
| lied"
"Yeh? So, you aim to hightail and
get frazzled with 'em! Or do you fig.
ure, maybe, to stop it? Stand still
Nothing we can do about it, boy
They'll run into a lead hailstorm
and about half the boys won't never
smile again. Then they'll pull of
and Gloomy and Quirk and bud ano
| resi- IL IldNC q LSL OIL VA SHSA }
outfit this side the Bravo"
He went around Con and searched
him deity. The back waistbanc
hideout was obviously no mystery
to him!
"All I'm packing is some money,
Con told him abruptly. Ever see
an English penny, MARITIME? I've go
one. Sort of scratched up. Some
body put WV. on it. Might catcl
your-eye."
Might" Palafox agreed blandly
eff it was in somebody else's peck
et."
But he stood frowningly befor'
Con, pistol at his waist, the ham
mer down. Then he shook his hea'
and shrugged.
"Sorryl There's lots of things
like about your style-and your rec
ord in the Territory. But it's yes
and no, on the scale. The no is
i'r bit bigger. Sorry!"
Cons hands, pinching his ears
moved fashingly downward in shor
chopping blows to the deputy's neck
Palafox staggered, but his gunhan
| ierked. Con struck hard at tina
arm with his left while he pivote
to drive a terrific swinging right t
the unprotected jaw. Palafo
dropped his gun and one leg bucklec
Con smashed him over the hear
and sent him sprawling backward
Then he stopped to snatch up tn
Colt and move in.
Two derringers and sheath knit
formed the rest of the deputy's arm
ament. Sure of this, Con steppe
back, listening to Palafox pam
Like voice to his own question
came Steps drawl:
'tNow that you got him, what yo
aim to do with him?"
Palafox sat up as the little ma
came shadow-quiet up to Con. II
shook his head as to clear it. Co
J shrugged grimly. looking from Ste
to the prisoner.
$50 this boy Is Comanche Lin
huh?" Step drawled. ''Well, tn;
! does kind of rip the cover off som
J things =.
"Listen!" Con drawled in his turl
YEARLY. "I'm tired of saying tn;
, I'm not Comanche Linn, who was
dirty little numbering maniac owe
in Texas. He used to ride wit
. Welsh and the Raniers. He g
t killed riding with 'em. I met tt
! three at Fronteras and came {
with 'em. So all the country hs
= called me Comanche Linn. Ever
| time I've had lots of luck DOR