Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 14, 2025
Shortz took the horses and answered his employer's questions curtly, flashing a curious look at Helen. Under other conditions the girl would have been delighted with the place, for this was the quaintest spot she had found in the north country.
At last he broke off suddenly and consulted his watch, while Helen remembered that she had not heard Shortz in the kitchen for a long time. Suddenly Struve smiled on her peculiarly, with confident cunning. As he leered at her over the disorder between them he took from his pocket a flat bundle which he tossed to her. "Now for the bargain, eh?"
The voices were deadened to a hum by the sod walls, till that of the stranger raised itself in such indignant protest that she distinguished his words. "Oh, I've got money to pay my way. I'm no dead-head." Shortz mumbled something back. "I don't care if you are closed. I'm tired and there's a storm coming." This time she heard the landlord's refusal and the miner's angry profanity.
He chuckled grimly and seized the telephone. "Central call the Sled road-house seven rings on the Snake River branch. Hello! That you, Shortz? This is Struve. Anybody at the house? Good. Turn them away if they come and say that you're closed. None of your business. I'll be out about dark, so have dinner for two. Spread yourself and keep the place clear. Good-bye."
A moment later she saw the traveller plodding up the trail towards town. "What does that mean?" she inquired, as the lawyer re-entered. "Oh, that fellow is a tough, and Shortz wouldn't let him in. He's careful whom he entertains there are so many bad men roaming the hills." The German came in shortly to light the lamp, and, although she asked no further questions, Helen's uneasiness increased.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking