y on his feet, Talpers
seized his hat and rushed from the house. He could be heard fumbling
with the reins at the gate, and then the sound of hoofs came in
diminuendo as he rode away.
CHAPTER IX
In his capacity of Indian agent Walter Lowell often had occasion to scan
the business deals of his more progressive wards. He was at once banker
and confidant of most of the Indians who were getting ahead in
agriculture and stock-raising. He did not seek such a position, nor did
he discourage it. Though it cost him much extra time and work, he
advised the Indians whenever requested.
One of the reservation's most prosperous stock-raisers, who had been
given permission to sell off some of his cattle, came to Lowell with a
thousand-dollar bill, asking if it were genuine.
"It's all right," said Lowell, "but where did you get it?"
The Indian said he had received it from Bill Talpers in the sale of some
livestock. Lowell handed it back without comment, but soon afterward
found occasion to call on Bill Talpers at the trader's store.
Bill had been a frequent and impartial visitor to the bottles that were
tucked away at both ends of his store. His hands and voice were shaky.
His hat was perched well forward on his head, covering a patch of
court-plaster which his clerk had put over a scalp wound, following a
painful process of hair-cutting. Bill had just been through the process
of "bouncing" Andy Wolters, who remained outside, expressing wonder and
indignation to all who called.
"All I did was ask Bill where his favorite gun was gone," quoth Andy in
his nasal voice, as Lowell drove up to the store platform. "I never seen
Bill without that gun before in my life. I jest started to kid him a
little by askin' him who took it away from him, when he fired up and
throwed me out of the store."
Lowell stepped inside the store.
"Bill," said Lowell, as the trader rose from his chair behind the screen
of letter-boxes, "I want you to help me out in an important matter."
Bill's surprise showed in his swollen face.
"It's this," went on Lowell. "If any of the Indians bring anything here
to pawn outside of the usual run of turquoise jewelry and spurs, I want
you to let me know. Also, if they offer any big bills in payment for
goods--say anything like a thousand-dollar bill--just give me the high
sign, will you? It may afford a clue in this murder case."
Talpers darted a look of suspicion at the agent. Lowell's face was
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