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Show $6 Tip and I were eating breakfast at Palmer's the first time we heard shots. "Just putting some horses out of their misery," a stampeder next to me said. I could not eat after that, thinking of Rexy. I sat there, telling Tip all about her. It seemed nice, for a change, telling someone my problems. Tip listened sympathetically. She wished she had helped search for Rexy in Skagway, she said. It was because of Soapy Smith and his con men, however, that she and the Flower Girls had not ventured out of Mrs. Pullen's boarding house, The stampeder also listened, and after I had finished my tale, he poked me. "So you think you sent a telegram to San Francisco, eh? From way up North?" "I sent it from Skagway-not here." "Don't matter." He chuckled. "Skagway, Sheep Camp-there's only one kind of telegraph. It's called 'moccasin telegraph.'" "But I went in the telegraph office and wrote it out myself. It cost five dollars." The man grinned. "There ain't no telegraph lines in Skagway," he said. "Cheechako, you just donated five dollars to your old pal, Soapy Smith. And for another five, he makes up nice answers." I took another look at the stampeder. He was wearing a dirty |