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Updated: July 21, 2025
The few men that could be seen in the distance appeared to be loafing in the sunshine along the straggling street-way that led to the river. Stanley checked his horse. "What place is that?" he demanded of Scott. "That," returned the guide, "is Sellersville." "Sellersville," echoed Stanley. "What is Sellersville?" "Sellersville is where they bring most of the ties for the boats."
"Do you know that fellow, Bucks?" he asked in an undertone. "No; who is he?" "That is a Medicine Bend confidence man, Perry. Do you remember the woman you helped out with a ticket to Iowa? Perry is her husband the man that Dave Hawk made pay up." Perry was a type of the Sellersville crowd now being evicted.
"Can those men use an axe?" he demanded, indicating the two men that the foreman asserted had been robbed. "They are both old choppers but this gang at Sellersville stole even their axes." "Leave these two men here with me," directed Stanley as he watched Scott and Dancing ride down toward Sellersville. "I may have something for them to chop after a while." The foreman assented.
Walking back, the lineman brushed the dust of the encounter from his arms as if to invite any further Sellersville champion to come forward. But John Rebstock, the really responsible head of the place, showed no desire to meet Dancing, and Perry, the sneak of the trio, only ranted while Rebstock stood at a respectable distance wheezing his surprise at the tremendous exhibition of strength.
He needed no introduction to the hard cheeks, one of which was split by a deep scar. It was Perry, Rebstock's crony, whom Stanley had driven out of Sellersville on the Spider Water. "What are you doing around here interfering with my business?" he demanded of Bucks harshly. "I've watched you spying around.
Within a few moments Sellersville was ablaze from end to end and its population, including Perry and Rebstock, driven to the flatboats, were floating with threats and curses down the muddy current of the Spider Water.
Down, Scuffy!" he cried, looking for a stick to throw at his pet. Bucks surveyed the company of men. They were a sorry-looking lot. The foreman explained that he had dragged them out of the dens at Sellersville to go back to work. When remonstrated with for the poor showing the contractors were making, the foreman pointed to the plague-spot on the bottoms.
Leaving four men in camp, the engineer, accompanied by his escort, rode down the bluffs and, striking a lumber road, galloped rapidly through the poplar bottom-lands toward the gamblers' camp. It was an early tour for human wolves to be stirring, and the invaders clattered into Sellersville before they attracted any attention.
"I don't like the bunch," he murmured; "but nobody at our camp wants to tackle them. What can we do?" While the foreman continued to talk, Stanley again looked over the human wrecks that he had rounded up and brought out of Sellersville. "What can we do?" echoed Stanley, repeating the last question tartly. "Well, I'll tell you one thing we can do. We can throw Sellersville into the river."
If a bombshell had dropped into Sellersville, consternation could not have been more complete. But it became quickly apparent that not all of the gang would surrender without a fight. The leaders retreated for a hurried consultation. Rebstock walked back presently and confronted Stanley. "What's your law for this?" he demanded, breathless with anger.
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