Četvrtak, Januar 20, 2011
oclock. The dodge
oclock. The dodge house was a popular hostelry for trail men and cattle buyers, and on our making inquiry of the night clerk if a mr. Siringo was stopping there, we were informed that he was, but had retired. I put up a trivial excuse for seeing him, the clerk gave me the number of his room, and tussler and i were soon closeted with him. The detective was a mediumsized, ordinary man, badly pockmarked, with a soft, musical voice, and apparently as innocent as a boy. In a brief preliminary conversation, he proved to be a texan, knowing every in and out of cattle, having been bred to the occupation. Our relations to each other were easily established. Reviewing the situation thoroughly, he informed
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