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Til K r K ES II M A N . 3 al—(pauses) ) es. ('op—On the level? Sil—Why not? Cup—When you applied at the bar racks yesterday for Cory’s admission you didn’t know he was remembered here. Now you know it and you’ve dropped it. well and good. But my question. Yhv did you want C ory here? Sal—Why? Cop—Steve W illiams told me you had a mine? Sal—Was he here? Cop—Yes-—Now do you think. Salter, that I would believe that, knowin’ you as 1 do? S tl—Believe it or not, it’s true. Cop—That you’ve got a mine? On the level, now? Sal—Yes, 1 have. Cop—And you’ve worked on it? Sal—For nigh on three months. Cop—What is it. placer or bench? Sul—Placer. Cop—Ear from here? Sal—The second ridge. ( op—-( surprised ) Second ? (aside) 'Pony—(to Sal) Have you got the pain rs? Sal—1 tiled an application, but they haven’t attended to them yet. Expect them any time. Cop—The second ridge? The three Miles brothers got claims staked there, and George Seaton, are you near them? (Sal stunned.) Are von? Answer me Whc •rever it is. I’m going to see it—no land jumping here. Salter. Is it near any of these? (pause.) Sal—(indignant) Why confound it all. Coppens. Cop—Will vou give me the location? Sal—I’ll tell you. yes. but it doesn’t mean that you’ll get it. Since you must know, it is between the Miles and Seator. claims. ( o«»—(amazed, flares up) It is? Thief, dog. You dare. That’s Kasan’s mine. You’ve said that you’ve worked on it; if you have, it will be mighty hard with vou. for I run 'Pony’s mine from tonight oil. It’s mine, do you understand ? You came here for the papers, don’t I know? but thank God they’re where no thief of your type can lay hands on them. Good God. there isn’t a death good enough for a cur that would do this. Poor Hasan. poor Pony, there was a time when he could stand agin the like of you. and I wish to Heaven he could now. You’re a low beast. Salter. Sal—You call me this? You’re making a brave stand, so as you can keep it yourself, but you won’t. I’ll swear to that. Cop—You will? I’ll meet you at your own game, Salter—and when it’s done I’ll hound you until you’ve cleared Alaska miles and miles. I’ll mark you so that not even the Injuns will grub you. It’s goin’ to be a fight. Salter. Rut you play fair (Sal makes a quick move to grasp his gun. but Cop sees him) Get your hand off that, you’re a dangerous man with a gun. Corv is bad. but he isn’t half as bad as you are. I’ve found that out. Rut you’ll pay for it. you’ll pay for it. Now get out (opens door.) Sal—Coppens,— Cop—Get out. (Sal moves to threshold.) Sal—This game is just beginning you’ll find that out. (Exit Sal. C. Sal is seen through window gun in hand Coo. suspecting this, crouches near to wall, lie remains thus for a moment, and when Sal has disappeared, he slowly grasos a blanket from near him. and slowly nicks it up. Sal again appears and then disaooears. Cop listens in-tentlv. then stealthily moves to window and throws blanket over it. ITe then peers into the next room. Quietly steal-

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30 Til I- F K ES II M A N . Sal—No, but confound it. you’re running it as you wish and by no means justly. Cop —We ain’t, you say? Sal—That’s what you ain’t. Coppens— there ain’t another mining town up here run like this. Cop—Then it’s nigh time they would be when they seed the likes of you and Cory. Sal—(indignantly) Do you mean Cop-pens? Cop—That’s just what I mean. Sal—You take care sir— Cop—Was that to frighten me? Wait (turns to Las) Tonv. go up to Gibbons’ will you. and get the provisions I had ordered ? Las—The traders? Cop—Yes. that’s a good man. and right away, will you. Tony? l.as—Yes. Cop—Do you want a coat? Las—Xo, I be right back, (nearing door, he whispers) An Jim. you will watch out. ves? Cop—Oh. that’s all right. (Exit Las. Cop closes door) (to Sal) Now we can talk. Sal—And we will talk. Now Coppens Cop—Easy there,— Sal—What I want to say is. I ain’t over cool headed. I ain't, and it may be a little dangerous to irritate me. Cop—That’s likely enough. Sal—It may be extremely so. Cop—Still likelier. Sal—You’re taking it cool enough. Coppens? Cop—I always do. Sal—Now you listen—I came ncre for something. I did. and you’re going to give it (Cop still unmoved), now you see here. Coppens. your provokin’ me I’m arter something, an’ T want it. Cop—You do. and if you don’t get it? Sal—If anything ill comes of this. Coppens. you’re bringing it on yourselt. Cop—M canin’? Sal—What I’m generally arter. I get. Cop—Generally, eh? Sal—That’s what I said. Cop—An’ it ain’t never happened to come agin you.' Sal—Xo. Cop. (vehemently)—Then. Salter, take it that it will now. for I’m goin’ to make it that hot for you. that you'll pray to get out. Sal—You’ll do this? Cop—1 will, both to you and this murderer Cory. Sal—Corv? I think. Coppens,— Cop—Yes Cory, and not Fallon. Do you think that we would let him stay in Flambeau? Do you? Sal—ballon is all T knowed him by. Cop—You lie. Sal—-What ? Cop—I say you lie. Ten years ago when Cory shot Lasan you didn’t know him? When he bunked, grubbed, when he worked with you? Sal—Flow do you know all this? Cop—Cause I trailed him until he was well over the border line—and poor Lasan in Dawson near dead. Why shouldn’t I know it? Why Cory when cornered in a Circle City gamblin’ place, even said you—you made him. Sal—He lied. Cop—Xevertheless it’s black and white agin you. Sal—And you’re of that opinion, too. eh? Cop—Yes. Sal—What, that T made him? Co|)—Will you answer me a question? Sal—Sec here now,— Cop—Yes or no. Sal—T don’t sec what that’s got to do with it. Cop—Will you answer?

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T II E F K ES H M A X . ing over to the lamp, he extinguishes it. and taking another blanket goes into the next room. Enters again, goes to table, relights the lamp and begins quietly to till his pipe.) ( I ause) Knock is heard Cory—(without) Open, Jim, open (Knocks) Open. (Cop walks wearily to door and opens it.) Enter Corv, Cop startled. t ’ p—You ? Cory—Yes, but wait. Cop—Wait? Don’t I see your game? You of all men. Corv. There's no game. Jim: leastways not agin you. Cop—None agin me? I reckon. Cory. I know yon too well. Cory—For Cod’s sake. Jim. another time, they’ve got poor Lasan. Cop—Got Tony? Who? Corv—Salter, his gang. Cop—What ? Cory—W hat I sav. Jim Coppens. is the truth. He was gagged and taken to the quarry. Cop—The quarry? Tony, and on a night like this? Cory. 1 don’t know this may be a game, there may be a dozen guns waiting for me out there, but I’ll take the chance: they’ve got Lasan: I’ll take the chance. (Grasps hat and moves hastily to the door: Cory bars passage.) Cory—No. Coppens. don’t. Cop—So you have a game, eh? (grasps nistol) I ’ll pass there Cory or.— Cory—There's no dozen, but there’s one. and you’d be rash to face that. Cop—I hit Lasan? Cory—What there was to do out there has already been done. Cop—You mean? Cory—I’ve told them at the barracks. Williams and bis men will get the gang and save Lasan. I hit Salter is the one we want. Xow will you listen? Cop—(pause) You did this Cory? Cory—Jim, I swear. Cop—And now you mean to get Salter. you his?— Cory—Don’t speak of that, please don’t. If you knew him as I do.—as.— as poor Lasan does.—that Salter is the devil himself. It was he made me what I am,—and poor Lasan.— Cop—Lasan? What has he clone to him ? Cory—What? It’s nothing to rob him of his mine.—but to beat him, too. and Lasan what I had made him.— Cop—Salter did this? I’ll get him,— I’ll,— Cory—Ah. then you lister, our chance is tonight. Cop—Tonight ? Corv—Jim. do you know why I was sent here? (’op—Sent ? Cory—Yes, by Salter, all was planned before we came in Flambeau. When he had left here. I was to come, a quarrel would naturally arise. I was then to.— Cop—Shoot ? Cory—That was my part of it. When that was done Salter would join me to ransack the place for the papers, burn it down and then a quick get away. Cop—Salter is rotten to the heart. Corv—If you knew him as I do. but volt don’t, vou couldn’t.—and all this is for Lasan’s mine. Jim. it’s the greatest thing up here. Cop—Don’t I know it? Cory—Then fight that Salter doesn’t get it. fight until we get him where he belongs. (C’orv goes to window and looks out.) I can’t see him. but lie’s up there, iust waiting to hear the shots. Xow. Jim. to work. I hit wait. There’s n window in tint room, ain’t there? Cop—Yes. Corv—Then I'll take a look through that. (Exit Cory L., Cop goes to door and looks in.)