New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 24, 1922, Page 9

WILLIAM PATTERSON WHITE oo ty Little Brown and Gampury B Continued From Our Last Issuc Boon they heard a scramble and a splash ip the creek. Dan Slike was coming back. Blike jammed his Winchester into one of the empiy scabbards and un- tied the bridle reins of the horses. Holding the reina in one hand, he gripped a saddle horn and simultane- ously stuck toe in stirrup. Ensued then a mighty creak of saddle leath- er, a snort, and Slike found himself on bis back on the ground with one foot higher than his head. A gun bar- rel smote him smartly over the ear. When Slike emerged into the full posscssion of his senses, he was the most disgusted man in the territory. “Do you feel like admitting that the district attorney helped you break ' asked Billy. othin' to say," , the unrepentant. They found the body of the man vrith his face in the water. Billy dragged out the body and turned it on its back. ° “This feller ain't Jack Murray,” eried the perplexed Mr. Wingo. “It's Bkinny Shindle. Where's Jack Mur-~ ray?" They left Skinny Shindie lying be- side the little creek and went to the other dead man beside the branding fire. A Billy turned the dead man face up- ward. He whistled. Here's an odd number. This feller is Simon Reel- foot's foreman, Conley. I'd sure like to know why he's riding for the T. U."” Came then a puncher riding on his occastons. “T know him,"” said Dawson. C'mon, Témmy. It's me, Johnny Dawson." “'Lo Johnny,” Tommy said, with a straight mouth *“Did that man with his arms tied kill Daley?" “Is that his name?'" asked Billy, flicking his thumb toward the dead man. declared Dan im Daley,” said Tommy. “Did he? “Sure, I killed him,” Slike trucu- lently answered the question. “This is sure hard on Daley,” ob- served Tommy. “He told me he came north for his health.” . “North?" “Yeah, couldn't stand the climate $n Arizona, he said,” amplified Tom- my. “He only joined the outfit last week. Tet's go see if I know the other feller.” “Sure, T know him,” declared Tom- my, after one look at the dead face. “He's named Brindley-—been with the Horseshoe since February.” DR Toward dawn rlext day the horses showed signs of fyring. ‘“Mine won't Jast another five miles,” said Johnny Dawson. They were makihg camp when Billy stopped to examine a butcher knife taken from Slike. He caught his breath. On the handle of the butcher knife the letters T. W. were cut deep into the wood. “How many butcher knives did you take from Walton's?”” he demanded. “One,” replied Slike. “Why, hells bells!” exclaimed Billy, *then you didn’t kill Rafe Tuckleton.” “First T knew he was dead,” Slike sald thoughtfylly. “As a rule, I don't kill my customers.” “She said he omly took one knife,” Billy told himself stupidly. He was no nearer the solution of the Tuckleton murder. His theory that Slike had killed Tuckleton was smashed to smithereens by the dis- covery of the Walton butcher knife in Slike's bootleg. Unless Slike had taken two knives. But 8like had not taken two knives. Early one morning several days later the sheriff pro tem of Crocker county was roused by rappings on the office door. Shotgun. Shillman did not open the front door. He went around the back way with his gun in his hand and, on circling the . house, he found at the front door a hatless Dan Slike flat on his back in the dust, tied hand and foot, and with a gag in his mouth. Later in the day Guerilla Melody called on Nate Samson, asked the storekeeper several apparently aim- less questions and leafed through the cutlery pages of Nate's hard- ware catalog. Still later in the day Johnny Dawsen rode out of Golden Bar. Orly two people besides himsell WARNING! Say *‘Bayer’” Unless you see the name *‘Bayer’’ on tablets, you are not getting genuine Aspirin over 22'years and proved safe by millions for Headache Neuralgia Lumbago Accept only ‘‘Bayer’ package which contains proper directions. Ilandy “Rayer” boxes of 12 tablets—Also bottles of 24 and 100—Druggista. Aspirin 15 the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacidester®f Salleylieacld Colds Toothache Earache knew that he was bourd feor the rall- road and telegragh line, CHAPTER XVII “There's a lot of this stuff T don't understand,” said Guerilla Meledy af- ter Dawson's return, “Why didn't Conley go south? Conley ain't com- mitted any crime round here that I know of," “I'm betting he did, alla same,” sald Billy. “Or else why was he so particu- lar to tell those T U boys he was from Arizona 7" Guerilla looked bewildered. did Conley have against Tip?" v “I don't know," said Billy. “But maybe friend Simon can tell us some- thin'."" Simon Reelfoot, riding the range that day, met a strange horseman, Did 8imon know where Park Valley was? Simon knew. “Shucks,” said the strayman, “Here's a envelope and a pencil. Make a W'l map ke, will you?" “Here,” said Simon,' holding out the envelope, ‘This ought ‘to fix you up.” “To his horror, the well-known volce of Billy Wingo ' athhis back concurred. “It ought to,” said Billy Winge. “Kindly clasp your hands over your hat." l “You oughtn't to have given him that envelope,” Billy admonished the strayman, “It has the confession in it.” Simon stirred uneasily on his sad- “What HE FOUND DAN SLIKE FLAT ON HIS BACK IN THE DUST, TIED HAND AND FOOT. dle. Confession! Whose confession? He recalled that there had been sev- eral folded sheets of paper in the envelppe. Of course, Simon could not know that these shects were white—innocent of either handwrit- ing or printing. Billy took the envelope and un- folded the sheets. It was apparent to Reelfoot that he was refreshing his memory. “Simon,” Billy said, suddenly, why did Conley “I--I dunno!” “Yes, you do,” Billy insisted, strik- ing the sheets of paper with his fist. glancing up g0 south?" “We found Conley. He was working |} for the T U when he died.” “T told him not to go,’ Simon Reelfoot. “Conley talked before he died,"” said Billy. “He told me some inter- esting things about himself—and you," Here Billy stuffed the sheets of paper into his trousers packet and gripped Simon by the throat. damned murderer, what did you Kkill him for?"” At the fierce clutch of Billy's fingers Simon's shaking legs refused to up+ hold him longer. He fell on his knees. “I—I didn’t kill him!" he spluttered. “He was dead when—" “You lie! Conley said so! You tried to throw the blame on me by leaving behind—" Billy's voice trail- ed off into silence. “That wad Conley's ide: screamed the panicky Reelfoot. “He got the hatband and quirt one day when no- body was in the office. Conley shot him, too! “Conley shot him too, huh?" ! ““He was gonna squeal! He was gonna get me mixed into that Wal- ton murder! They told me he was! He--he pulled first, I tell you! I was «'ll‘lln‘kl I didu't know what I was du'- muttered | when you buy Aspirin. prescribed by physicians Rheumatism Neuritis Pain, Pain “You | @ NEW BRITAIN DAILY ing! Oh, my Gawd Billy flung the groveling Simon fromy him, “This ought to be enough for you' That evening there was another prisoner in the Golden Bar cala- boose. “If they keep on coming in Itke this," sald 8hotgun Shillman to Rnley Tyler, “we'll have to build an addition to the jafl."” .o “What next?" asked Guerilla Mel- ody. “With Tip's murder settled and knowin' who killed Tuckleton—"" “Certainiy doesn't help us any with the stage hold-up,” cut in Billy. “Before we spring the joke in the Tuckleton deal, I've got to do a Ii'l more work on the hold.up." A convivial volce in the street brok into boisterous song. “Who's that?" asked Billy. “It's Jerry Fern,"” maid Guerilla in- differently. “He's drunk again. Aunt died, left him money. Big legacy Must have been for Crafty to lend him money to play with.” “Di you know Crafty’s been lend- ing money to Jerry?" “Didn't T see him with my own eyes more than once?" “Do you think you ean get Jerry Fern in her and make him drunk?" “I'Il make him drunk,” CGuerilla said earnestly, “or there ain't a 4rop of virtue in Old Crow." o Guerilla fiflpped on his hat and de- parted. DRI “You can't tell me that infernal Bill Wingo ain't at the bottom of all this business!” snarled Jeilx Craft. “Guerilla Melodv and that Dawson friend of his didn't get Slike by them- HERALD, CASTORIA In I::xol;’;:%;n:r ;&d;‘:ln Always bears the i | Signature of “And therc was a time when thought BIll didp't have any brains" Sam Larder grieved bitter!y, “I didn't,"” avowed the district at. torney, "I always kKnew--" The door flew open, and, Jerry Fern wild-eyed with liguor, stumbled into the room. The stage driver rolled straight to Felix Craft and pawed him. “Fuf-felix,” he babbled, “I wan' shush-shome mon-mone The furlous Ielix shook him But Jerry lern was nothing if persistent, The grinning faces of Guerilla Mel- ody, Johnny Dawson, Shotgun and Riley looked through the open door- way, “Come along, Jerry,” called Guer- illa. “We been hunting you all over.” £ wuh-wuh-wan' shush-shome mum-money,”’ gargled Jerry. ‘I wuh-wan' mum-money you promised me." “I'll give you what you deserve.” There was cream and butter in the gambler's volce, but there was grizly menace in his restiess eyes. “Gug-guve mum-me more than you gug-gave bub-before?" “Yes, yes. 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