The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-03-05

got and pollteneSS out OF him while
they're ripping the hide off him.
You bring up a herd of longhorns
and if you don't know the ropes,
you'll get skinned when you sell to
one of the buyers in the ring. If
you don't like the price and decide
you'll ship somewheres else for a
fair offer, something'n likely happen
to you, and your longhorns they'll
end up in that buyers iron that you
wouldn't deal with"
Near the corrals fat, red-faced,
and noisy man came to meet the 20
Bars. With him was a short, very
wide man, who had huge hands and
the bullying gray eyes of a short
tempered person. Con observed the
expensive gray Stetson, the fine
broadcloth suit, the cleaning kid
boots, of this man and wondered if
he were the buyer Buzz Upperman
had dealt with. Then, as if settling
some argument with the fat man, the
dandy said Snarlingly:
'I'm Big He of Wild Horse! They
better not forget it."
Dynamite Downes," Caramba
whispered to him.
Buzz Upperman was promptly as
good as his promise, when the herd
had been turned over to his buyer.
He took Con and Caramba in charge
and discouraged the latter's moves
toward the inviting doors of Wild
Horse saloons. When a barber shop
had done all possible for them in the
way of baths and haircuts and
shaves, he led the way to general
store.
A black Stetson, blue flannel
shirts, waist overalls, heavy wooden
trousers, boots, a blanket coat, a
new slicker, the old man chose for
Con and paid for. Caramba out
fitted himself at the same time and
admired the figure he made.
''Now, Wen have couple drinks, 7"
Upperman told them. 81 got bust
ness at Vacation and I'm riding the
train tonight. I hope you boys get
out of town with something in your
pockets and nothing through your
hides"
In the great barroom of the Drov-
ers' Saloon were cowboys from four
or five herds besides the 20 Bar,
freighters and merchants and buyers
and other men of less apparent &C.
equations.
The red, loud buyer whom Con
had seen taking the 20 Bars came
in and stopped to talk with Upper
man, who called him Asa Brock.
The two discussed future herds, but
all the time Brooks restless little
green eyes were wandering as if he
hunted somebody. And when a tall,
dark young man came into the Drov-
ers', he cut short his discussion of
conditions.
Hurry back, Upperman," he said
with a quick, mechanical grin.
Con had been looking at the tall
man. He noticed his neatness and
the smooth, deliberate way he had
of moving. He watched Brock wad-
die up to him, slap him on the Shout
der and wave toward the bar. The
young man smiled very slightly and
shook his head.
young fellow name Nevil Lowe,
from the Territory" Upperman said.
Ellis first time here. Drove up a
i'l' herd of awful good steers. But,
mostly, he has got horses, some of
the finest I laid eyes on in a long,
long time. Brock wants the whole
layout, but this Lowe knows prices.
He told Brock fiat that he amt driv-
ing for the benefit of sharpshooting
buyers. He gets decent price or
he drives on"
'He looks like a man who can
take care of himself" Con said ap-
provingly. Reckon Brock will pay
a fair price, as he paid you what you
asked?"
Ceases amt the same. I was
holding the downhil drag on Slick