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Stiger, the cashier, who punched him in the ribs at the end of every sentence in which he conveyed the disappointing information, calling him "Creeps," at short intervals, and roaring with laughter at the boy's account of the causes leading up to his missing the Colonel. This last punch bent Oliver double, and was followed by an outburst of uncontrollable laughter from Stiger.
"Blow us all sky-high." "And you saw him?" "Yes, I caught him in the act of lighting the fuse lying there." "But how came you to be up?" "I was restless, thinking about the keg and other things." "It must have been an act of Providence," murmured Amos Radbury. "Who fired the shot?" "Poke Stover. He has gone after Stiger," concluded Dan.
Stiger, the cashier, could lay his hands on him if he was anywhere in the neighborhood, a suggestion of Sue's which at once relieved Oliver from further anxiety, Mr. Stiger being one of his oldest and dearest friends.
"There, I was sure of it!" he cried, triumphantly. "There is my bullet, and that's the only shot he received." "Let me see." Dan took the bullet. "You are right, Ralph. But, even so, we have made an enemy of Stiger for life. He will never forgive you for calling him a horse-thief." "I don't care, I got the deer. Do you believe he'll come back to make more trouble?" "There is no telling.
With this in her mind, she had consulted a woman, living on the floor above, who had often spoken to her when they passed each other on the stairs, and who was employed in a department store on 14th Street near Broadway, the result being that Stiger & Company had given "Mrs. Stanton" a place in the repair shop, her wages being equal to her own and Dalton's board.
The half-breed had a bit of lighted tinder in his hand, and at his feet lay the keg of powder with a long fuse attached to the open bung-hole! "You rascal! Get back, or I'll shoot!" Such were the words which burst from Dan's lips as soon as he recovered sufficiently from his surprise to speak. But Hank Stiger was already retreating, carrying the lighted tinder in his hand.
"No, we'll talk to him and put our claim as strongly as we can. But be careful, that's all." With this caution Dan ran along the bank of the creek until he reached the ford where the half-breed had crossed. He went over, with Ralph at his heels and both boys were within easy speaking distance of Hank Stiger before the latter discovered them.
But the balance of the night passed quietly, and toward morning Dan got into a sound sleep, from which he did not awaken until long after the others were up. After breakfast Amos Radbury started to question Hank Stiger. He found the half-breed resting easily, but in a sullen mood. At first he utterly refused to talk. "Very well," said Mr. Radbury.
But Dan would not countenance this, nor would Henry, who had now fully recovered, although the bullet had left an ugly scratch which he was bound to wear to the day of his death. Finally a compromise was made with Stiger, who offered to hobble down to the river, although scarcely able to walk. The threat to hang him had rendered the half-breed thoroughly sober.
Stover ran outside. "Stop, Hank Stiger, or you're a dead man!" he called out, loudly. But the half-breed was now running like a deer and paid no attention to the words. Taking hasty but careful aim at Stiger's legs, Poke Stover pulled the trigger of his gun.
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