The Lost Cabin Mine

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aker Street, face to face with the man Donoghue. It was clear that he saw me,-he could not help seeing me, so directly were we meeting,-and I wondered if now he would have a word to say to me reg

ity, and said that he had to thank me for prev

keeps such bad liquor! Canlan, too, had had too much of it, or he would never have tried to irritate me with his remark." I was trying to recollect the exa

ee you at breakfa

there?" he a

reakfasting, at an

nted as though to himself. Then to me: "By the way, would you be so kind as to come down this evening to B

asked. "Wher

Avenue; near the corner

a new city even though it can boast only of a house at either corner and has nothing between these corner houses but tree-stumps, or sand, or sage-bushes, and little boards thrust

did not know the streets of

'H.B. Blaine. Makes you think o' Home and Mother.' It's a coffee-joint, you see. There 's a coffee urn in the window and two plates, one with crackers on it and t' other with doughnuts. You walk r

had used regarding Apache Kid's nature, "deep," came into my mind, along with reflections on all his prevarications of the previous day. It occurred to me that it would be quite in keeping with him to pretend gratefulness to me, at the moment, for my interference, and to post up Donoghue to do the same, with the intention in his mind all the while of "getting me in a quiet corner," as the phrase is. I think I may be excused this judgment considering all the duplicity

oward the decision that my curiosity was already crying for and so, when

nt of one of the "toughest" saloons in town, and out of that eddy darted a man, hatless, and broke away pell-mell along the street. Next moment the saloon door swung again, and after him there went running another fellow, with a tomahawk in his hand, his hair flying behind him as he ran, his legs straddled wide to prevent him tripp

you!" h

leg and tripped the man up. The tomahawk flew from his hand and bu

a half-circle and-it was just as though he pointed at the flying man with his weapon-"flash!" The man took one step more, but not a second. His leg was shot, and he fell. A waggon had stopped on the roadway, the teamster looking on, and him the sheriff immediately pressed into service. The man of the tomahawk rose, and, at a word from the man

my ear, and turning I found Donoghue by

, and fell in

me think that if I was to be shot in the "coffee-joint," there was a lively sheriff in the town

e. Makes you think of Home and Mother," I followed Donoghue into t

ghnut-heaped counter-H. B. Blaine, I presumed-who j

oghue," he said. "Apach