The Saga of Henry Plummer Book 1 by Sven Skaar (PH 3-1) (1959) (97 pages)

56 “After the arrest?” “Next day, if I remember right; . he was ridin’, through.” “Thanks,” said Barclay, ‘‘have a drink on me.” He walked out and mounted his horse. Well, that, eliminated Romero from the list of suspects. He was probably on a false track, but since he had. come this far; he might as well interrogate Rattlesnake Dick. When Captain Barclay walked linto the Sheriff’s office in Auburn, he found another visitor there; a pleasant though rather aggressive looking man wearing a city! marshal’s badge. ap Boggs extended his hand. “Well, well -if it ain’t Captain Barclay of the Wells Fargo! Glad to see you, Jock. What brings you to Auburn?” “Just ridin’ through to Yankee; Jim’s on routine company busi-. ness.” Barclay was aware that; the young Marshal was studying him intently. Meets Plumer “Oh, Jock -meet Henry Plumer, Nevada City marshal and future assemblyman.” “Howdy, Plumer, Campaigning this far south?” Boggs volunteered: ‘“‘No need of prisoners about some shenanifans in Nevada County.” Plumer smiled. “I couldn’t find Boggs last evenin’ so I stayed over till this mornin’ -but I was too late.” _ “Batter and Skinner flew the ‘oop last night -must've been after midnight,” explained Boggs. “1 couldn't have held ‘em any; . way; Holland refused to sign the \complaint. It’s always like that. \1 had Dick a couple of weeks Jago; it was the same_ thing.” “How ‘did they get ‘out this time?” asked Captain Barclay. . The ‘news was disappointing; he . should’ve. gone directly to Fol‘lsom instead of wasting time here. » “Soniebody slipped ‘em @ gun ‘ldurin’ visitin' hours, I guess, ‘They just poked it insttip “ribs -he’s a cinch. He came down! last night to question a couple of the nigh! jailer and“rede-off"” ‘. , “It's a wonder that: Yah boys ee keep a. prisons a a to bring him,to trial: ‘ ‘hy don't {vou build ‘Wetter jailse*e. . Plumer caught wp Barclay immediately. “Why. don’t’ the Well: Vargo build ’ém? You ‘can. afford to instead of dumpin’ your ‘sus fests on the <counties’ ta. fend Jwhile your dicks daw Nivestisateat * re iis ia __ “Spoken like ‘4 true “politician,” aor, said. “watching fit aie ‘us constituents’ pocket book. You ers should go far.” “T aim ipsa . “Beside Skinner . and Barter. did’ you want Romero too?’ It was a shot in the dark, suggested by the talk with the Gold Hill varkeep. ’ “Romero? ‘Romero?’ Plumer hook his head. “He means the other fellow I arrested with ’em.’’ said Boggs, “Just a drifter, let him go the next day.” “Why did you arrest ’em in the first place?” , “They was hangin’ ‘round Holland’s. mule corral.” “=. “How did Holland know. what: they were affer?” “Rightly he didn’t, but I'm, sure they was after mules. The’ minute Barter and’ Skinner saw me comin’ they busted out of there: hell. bent for election. I took “em at the Empire saloon.” Again Barclay noticed that Phimer was watching him. “When ‘you chased ‘em did you know who they were?” “No, not exactly. It was pretty dark,” "Jock Barclay tilted back bis chair and pretended to yawn. Why on earth would Barter want ito sleal mules? It was. creamy jchests he was primarily interested . in. ‘The under-sheriff must've ar-. rested them at the saloon on! general principles, hoping this! time to indict them. “Well,” said Barclay, “Rattle stinke Dick wouldn't've got far with Tolland branded mules.” “Folland don't use ne brand, he's a trader.” .

56 “After the arrest?” “Next day, if I remember right; . he was ridin’, through.” “Thanks,” said Barclay, ‘‘have a drink on me.” He walked out and mounted his horse. Well, that, eliminated Romero from the list of suspects. He was probably on a false track, but since he had. come this far; he might as well interrogate Rattlesnake Dick. When Captain Barclay walked linto the Sheriff’s office in Auburn, he found another visitor there; a pleasant though rather aggressive looking man wearing a city! marshal’s badge. ap Boggs extended his hand. “Well, well -if it ain’t Captain Barclay of the Wells Fargo! Glad to see you, Jock. What brings you to Auburn?” “Just ridin’ through to Yankee; Jim’s on routine company busi-. ness.” Barclay was aware that; the young Marshal was studying him intently. Meets Plumer “Oh, Jock -meet Henry Plumer, Nevada City marshal and future assemblyman.” “Howdy, Plumer, Campaigning this far south?” Boggs volunteered: ‘“‘No need of prisoners about some shenanifans in Nevada County.” Plumer smiled. “I couldn’t find Boggs last evenin’ so I stayed over till this mornin’ -but I was too late.” _ “Batter and Skinner flew the ‘oop last night -must've been after midnight,” explained Boggs. “1 couldn't have held ‘em any; . way; Holland refused to sign the \complaint. It’s always like that. \1 had Dick a couple of weeks Jago; it was the same_ thing.” “How ‘did they get ‘out this time?” asked Captain Barclay. . The ‘news was disappointing; he . should’ve. gone directly to Fol‘lsom instead of wasting time here. » “Soniebody slipped ‘em @ gun ‘ldurin’ visitin' hours, I guess, ‘They just poked it insttip “ribs -he’s a cinch. He came down! last night to question a couple of the nigh! jailer and“rede-off"” ‘. , “It's a wonder that: Yah boys ee keep a. prisons a a to bring him,to trial: ‘ ‘hy don't

{vou build ‘Wetter jailse*e. . Plumer caught wp Barclay immediately. “Why. don’t’ the Well: Vargo build ’ém? You ‘can. afford to instead of dumpin’ your ‘sus fests on the <counties’ ta. fend Jwhile your dicks daw Nivestisateat * re iis ia __ “Spoken like ‘4 true “politician,” aor, said. “watching fit aie ‘us constituents’ pocket book. You ers should go far.” “T aim ipsa . “Beside Skinner . and Barter. did’ you want Romero too?’ It was a shot in the dark, suggested by the talk with the Gold Hill varkeep. ’ “Romero? ‘Romero?’ Plumer hook his head. “He means the other fellow I arrested with ’em.’’ said Boggs, “Just a drifter, let him go the next day.” “Why did you arrest ’em in the first place?” , “They was hangin’ ‘round Holland’s. mule corral.” “=. “How did Holland know. what: they were affer?” “Rightly he didn’t, but I'm, sure they was after mules. The’ minute Barter and’ Skinner saw me comin’ they busted out of there: hell. bent for election. I took “em at the Empire saloon.” Again Barclay noticed that Phimer was watching him. “When ‘you chased ‘em did you know who they were?” “No, not exactly. It was pretty dark,” "Jock Barclay tilted back bis chair and pretended to yawn. Why on earth would Barter want ito sleal mules? It was. creamy jchests he was primarily interested . in. ‘The under-sheriff must've ar-. rested them at the saloon on! general principles, hoping this! time to indict them. “Well,” said Barclay, “Rattle stinke Dick wouldn't've got far with Tolland branded mules.” “Folland don't use ne brand, he's a trader.” .