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Updated: June 6, 2025
Well, no man would stand for that but when I went to make a kick there was a rat-faced guard there waiting for me. Pisen-face Lynch they call him, and if he was half as bad as he looks he'd be the wild wolf of the world; but he ain't, not by a long shot, he just had the drop on me, and he run me off my own claim!
Wunpost soused himself and mounted, and the next morning at dawn he looked down from the rim of the Panamints. The great sink-hole was beginning to seethe, to give off its poisonous vapors and fill up like a bowl with its own heat; but he had escaped it and fled to the heights while Pisen-face Lynch stayed below.
For the second time he had been ambushed and shot by this gang of cold-blooded murderers, and he had no doubt that their motive was the same as that to which the Indian had confessed. They had dogged his steps to kill him for his money Pisen-face Lynch, or whoever it was but their shooting was poor and as he rose beside a bush Wunpost took a chance from the east.
It was Pisen-face Lynch and he was winking at him fiercely, meanwhile tapping his own pocket significantly. "I can get it," ventured the barkeeper but Wunpost ignored him. "You're all short sports," he asserted drunkenly, waving his hand insultingly at the crowd. "You're cheap guys you can't bear to lose." "Hey!" broke in the barkeeper, "I said I'd take you up.
He sat down on the point and focussed his glasses on Poison Spring, and then on the trail beyond; and at last, out on the marshes, he saw an object that moved it was Pisen-face Lynch and his horse. The horse was in the lead, picking his way along a trail which led across the Sink towards the Ranch; and Lynch was behind, following feebly and sinking down, then springing up again and struggling on.
They were back-tracking of course, for the tracks really came down it, but before the sun had set Wunpost's monument was discovered, together with the vein of gold. It was astounding, incredible, after all his early efforts, that he should let them back-track him to his mine; but that was what he had done and Pisen-face Lynch was not slow to take possession of the treasure.
"Oh, no!" blustered Wunpost, "nah, nothing like that the other fellow had all the trouble. Did Pisen-face Lynch and that Injun come back? Well, I'll bet they were dragging their tracks out!" "They didn't come through here, but I saw them on the trail it must have been a week ago. But what's all that that you've got in your pack-sacks have you been out and got some more ore?"
Pisen-face Lynch and his gang were no better than he was they left a track and followed the trails and after he had announced that his money was all banked they would have no inducement to kill him. The inducements, in fact, would be all the other way; because the man that killed him would be fully as foolish as the one that killed the goose for her egg.
It is not every banker that will thrust a thousand dollar bill and the only one he has on hand upon a member of the bungstarters' brotherhood; but a word in his ear from Pisen-face Lynch convinced Fellowes that it would be well to run straight.
He sighed, then glanced up at the ridge and nodded his head mysteriously. "There's somebody after me," he said at last. "They follow me up now, every place. In town it's detectives, and out here on the desert it's Pisen-face Lynch and his gang. But I don't mind them I'm looking for that feller that shot me in the leg last month.
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