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;.„s\ "«V Mi- v-V '! t '/t ikv-:r 1-' V " »«y--w--»--•--»»•»>»» < ill Case of By Randall Parrah , A*hm*f * 4l ' •']' I*BS*VCtai»;*'!v^. [BifflffliaagiB»awwwBnaBmBiamfflBB4! )i|r,jx}x)?'»i x|;; |)(} .;x:,k •••• „'-. CHAPTER XIII.--Continued. --tfr-- ••Well, what's It like? For God's *%sake speak up--there's golh* ter be \h-- to pay in a minute." 4 "Thar's two rooms: ther outside door jnn* winder are in the front one, which is the bl&rest The other is whar iMendwi sleeps, an* thar's a door between "em." >. "No windows In the rear roomT* * "None I ever see." "AnjI Just the one door; what spit o' partition?" _v "Just plain log, I reckon." "That's all right Jim." and Westeott felt the marshal's fingers grasp his ana. "I got it sized up proper. Whoever them folks are, they've barricaded Inter that back room. Likely they've got a dead range on the front door, nn 'them Mexes have had all they want tryin' to get to 'em in that way. So now they're crawlln' in through the window. There'll be some hullabaloo In there presently to my notion, an' I want ter be thar ter see the curtain go up. Wharabouts are wo. Matt?" "Back o' the bunk house. Whar do yer want ter go? I kin travel 'round yere with my eyes shut." "The front o' Mender' cabin," said the marshal shortly. "Better take the j^olher side; if that door is down we'll take those fellows in the rear afore they know what's happening." He I chuckled grimly. "We've sure played J In luck so far, boys; go easy now, and draw yer guns." They were half-way along the side wall when the firing began again--but it was not the Mexicans this time who ,began It. The shotgun barked; there was the sound of a falling body; two revolver shots and then the sharp ping . of a Winchester. Brennan leaped past . the boy ahead, and rounded the cor- ; ner. A Mexican stood directly In front of the shattered door peering In, a rifle yet smoking in his hands. With one swift blow of a revolver butt the marshal dropped him In his tracks, the \ fellow rolling off the steps onto the i ground. With outstretched hands he | stopped the others, holding them back J out of any possible view from within. "Quick now, before that bunch ln- |si de gets wise to what's up. We've got "em cornered. You, Matt, strip the • jacket off that Mex, an' get his hat; f bunch 'em up together, and set a match '•] to 'em. That's the stuff I Now, the t minute they blaze throw 'em In through J that doorway. Come on, Westcott, be I ready to Jump." The hat was straw, and the bundle [of blazing material landed almost In jthe center of the floor, lighting up the [whole Interior. Almost before It | struck, the three men, revolvers gleamling in their hands, had leaped across jthe shattered door, and confronted the I startled band huddled In one corner. I Brennan wasted no time, his eyes ^sweeping over the array of faces, re- | vealed by the blaze of fire on the floor. *| "Hands up, my beauties--every | mother's son of yer. Yes, I mean you, •5 yer human catapiller. Don't waste iny \ time about it; I'm the caller fer this j dance. Put 'em up higher,, less yer 4 want ter commit suicide. Now drop t| them rifles on the floor--gently. t gers; the little marshal, erect, a revolver poised iu either hand, his face set and stern. Then she saw Westcott, and her whole expression changed. An Instant their eyes met; then the revolver fell to the floor unnoticed, and the girl sprang toward him, both hands outstretched. "You!" she cried, utterly giving way, forgetful of all else except the sense of relief the recognition brought her. "You! Oh ! Now I know It is all right! I was so sure you would come." He caught the .extended hands eagerly, drawing her close, and looking straight down into the depths of her uplifted eyes. To him, at that moments there was no one else in the room, no one else J-* the wide, wide world. "You knew I would- come?" he echoed. "You believed that much In me?" "Yes; I have never had a doubt. But," her Hps quivered, and there Were tears glistening In the uplifted eyes, "you came too late for him." s "For him! The man who was with you, you mean? Has he been shot?" » She bent her head, the lips refusing to answer. "Who was he?" "Mr. Cavendish--oh!** "i It was a cry of conqMi reaction; the room reeled about her and she would have fallen headlong had not Westcott clasped the slender form closely In his arms. An instant he stood there gazing down into her face. Then he turned toward Brennan. "Leave us alone, Dan," he said simply. "Get that gang of blacklegs oat of You Would Come." friends, gently. Matt, frisk 'em and see what other weapons they carry. Ever see nicer bunch o' lambs, Jim?" his lips smiling, but with an ugly look to his gleaming teeth, and steady eyes. "Why, they'd eat outer yer hand. Which one of yer Is Mendez?" "He dead, senor," one fellow managed to answer in "That heem lie dar." "Well, that's some comfort," but without glancing about. "Now kick the guns over this way, Matt, and touch a match to the lamp on that shelf yonder; and, Jim, perhaps you better stamp out the fire; we'll not it any more. Great Scott 1 What's It was Miss Donovan, her dress torn, her hair disheveled, a revolver still In her hand, half leveled as though she yet doubted her realization of what had occurred. She emerged from the blackness of the rear room, advanced a step and stood th tating, her wide-open eyes gazing about fn bewilderment on the strange revealed by the glow of the lamp. That searching, pathetic glance swept from face to face about the motionless circle-- the cowed Mexican prisoners with Uplifted hands backed against the wall; the three dead bodies huddled on t»e • CHAPTER XIV. In the Two Cabins. The marshal's lips smiled. "Sure, Jim," he drawled, "anything to oblige, although this Is a new one on me. Come on, Matt; It seems the gentleman does not wish to be disturbed Well, neither would I under such circumstances. Here you! line up there In single file, and get a move on you--pronto! Show 'em what I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks English at the head Yes, he's the one. Now look here, amigo, you march straight out through that door, and head for the bunk-house--do yon get that?" "Si, senor; I savvy!" Westcott watched the procession file out still clasping the partially unconscious girl In his arms. Moore, bringing up the rear, disappeared through the entrance, and vanished Into the night without Except for the three motionless bodies, they were alone. From a distance Brennan's voice growled out a gruff order to his line of prisoners. Then all was still. The eyes of the girl opened slowly, her Uds trembling, but as they rested on Westcott's face, she smiled. "You are glad I came?" "Glad! Why I never really knew what gladness meant before." He bent lower, his heart pounding fiercely, strange words struggling for utterance. "You love met" She looked at him, all the fervent Irish soul of her in her eyes. Then one arm stole upward to his shoulder. "As you love me," she whispered softly, "as you love me!" "1 can ask no more, sweetheart," he breathed soberly, and kissed her. At last she drew back, still Restrained by his arms, but with her eyes suddenly grave and thoughtful. "We forget," she chided, "where we are. You must let me go now, and see if he Is alive. I will wait on the bench here." "Poor old Fred. Fll do. what I can for him--ril not be away a minute, dear." He could see little from the doorway, only the dark shadow of a man's form lying full length on the floor. Then he took the lamp down from the shelf, and held it so the feeble light fell upon the upturned face. He stared down at the features thus revealed, unable for the moment to find expression for his bewilderment. "Can y<m come here, dear?" he called. She stood beside him, gazing from his face into those features on which the rays of the lamp fell. "What Is It.?" she questioned breathisly. "Is he deadT' "I do not know; but that rn*" la not Cavendish. Will you hold the lamp itll I learn If he Is alive?" ' She took It In trembling hands, supporting herself against the wall, while crossed the room, and knelt beside the motionless figure. A careful examination revealed the man's wound to be painful though not particularly serious, Westcott lifted the man's head and the motion caused the eyelids to flutter. Slowly the eyes opened, and stared up into the face bending over him. The wounded man breathed heavily, the dull stare In his eyes changing to a look of bewildered in* telligence. "Where am I?" he asked thickly. "Oh, yes, I remember; I was shot Who are you?" 'I am Jim Westcott; do yon remember me?" The searching eyea evidenced no sense of recollection. "No," he said, struggling to make the words clear. "I never beard that name before." Miss Donovan came forward, the lamp in her hand, the light shining full in her face. "But you told me you were Mr. Cavendish," she exclaimed* "and Mr. Westcott was an old friend of hitsurely you must remember?" He looked up at her. and endeavored to smile, yet for the moment did not answer. He seemed fascinated by the picture she made, as though some vision had suddenly appeared before "I--I remember you," he said at last. "You--you are Miss Donovan; Fll never forget you; but I never saw this man before--I'm sure of that" "And I am equally convinced as to the truth of that remark," returned Westcott, "but why did you call yourself Cavendish!" ;• < "Because that Is niipe--why shouldn't I?" * "Why, see here, man," and Westcott's voice no longer concealed his Indignation, "you no more resemble Fred Cavendish than I do; there Is not a feature In common between you." . ; "Fred Cavendish?" "Certainly; of New York; who do you think we were talking about?" "I've had no chance to think. I claim my name is Cavendish, and It is; but I've never once said I was Fred Cavendish of New York. If you must know, I am Ferdinand Cavendish of Los Angeles." Westcott permitted the, man's head to rest back on the floor, and he arose to his feet He felt dazed, stunned, as though stricken a sudden blow. "Good .God I" he exclaimed. "What can all this mean? Yon came from New York city?" "Yes; I had been there a month attending to some business." "And when you left for the coast, you took the midnight train on the New York Central?" "Yes. I had Intended taking an earlier one, but was delayed." "You bought return tickets at the station?" "No; I had return tickets; they had to be validated." * N "Then your name was signed to them; what is your usual signature?" "F. Cavendish." ' "I thought so. Stella, this has all been a strange blunder, but it is perfectly clear how it happened. That man Beaton evidently had never seen Frederick Cavendish. He was simply informed that he would leave New York on that train. He met this Cavendish on board, perhaps even saw his signature on the ticket, and cultivated his acquaintance. The follow never doubted but what he had the right man." The marshal of Haskell came out of the bunk-house, and closed the door carefully behind him. He was rather proud of his nights's work, and felt quite confident that the disarmed Mexicans locked within those strong log walls, and guarded by Moore, with a loaded rifle acress his knee, would remain quiet until daylight Naturally, and ordinarily, 'Mr. Brennan was considerable of a cynic, but just now he felt in a far more genial and sympathetic mood. Jim's some man," he confided to himself, unconsciously speaking aloud. An* the girl's a nervy little thing--almighty good lookin', too. I reckon it'll cost me a month's salary fer a weddln' present so maybe the joke's on me." His mind reverted to Mendez. "Five thousand op the old cuss," he muttered gloomily, "an* somebody else got the chance to pot him. Well, by hooky, whoever it was sure did a good Job-- it was thet shotgun cooked his goose, judgin' from the way his face was peppered. Five thousand dollars--oh, b--1!" His eyes followed the outline of the valley, able to distinguish the darker silhouette of the cliffs outstanding against the sky sprinkled with stars. Far away toward the northern extremity a dull red glow indicated the pres» ence of a small fire. "Herders," Brennan soliloquized, his thought Instantly shifting. "Likely to be two, maybe three ov 'em out there; an' then there's them two on guard at the head o' the trail. I r«»okon they're wonderin' what all this yere shootln' means; but 'taln't probable they'll kick up any fuss yet awhile. We can handle them all right If they do. Hullo, there! What's com in' now?" It was the thud of a horse's hoofs being ridden rapidly. Brennan dropped to the ground, and skurrled out of the light He could perceive nothing of the approaching rider, but whoever the fel low was he made no effort at secrecy. He drove his horse down the bank and Into the stream at a gallop, splashed noisily through the water, and came loping up the nearer Incline. Almost in front of the bunk-house he seemed suddenly struck by the silence and gleam of lights, for he pulled his pony up with a jerk, and sat there, staring about. To the marshal, crouching against the earth, his revolver drawn, horse and man appeared a grotesque shadow. 'Hullo!" the fellow shonted. "What's up? Did you think this was Christmas ever Hey, there--Mendez; Cat* ras." The little marshal straightened up. and took a step forward; the light from the cabin window glistened wickedly on the blue steel of his gun barrel. "Hands up. Bill!" he said quietly, in a voice carrying conviction. "None of that--don't play with me. Take your left hand an' unbuckle your belt--1 said the left Now drop It Into the dirt." "Who the h--I are youf "That doesn't make much difference, does It, as long as I've got the drop?" asked the other genially. "But if yon must know to be happy--I'm the marshal o' Haskell. Go easy, boy; you've seen me shoot afore this, an' I was born back In Texas with'a weapon in each hand. Climb down off*n that hoes." Lacy did so, his hands above his head, cursing angrily. "What kind of a low-down trick is this, Brennan?" he snapped, glaring through the darkness at the face of his captor "What's become of Ptacul Mendez? Ain't his outfit yere?" "His outfit's here all right, dead an' alive," and Brennan chuckled cheerfully, "but not being no gospel sharp I can't just say whar ol' Mendez is. What's left ov his body is in thet cabin yonder, so full o* buckshot it ought ter weigh a ton." "Dead?" "As a door nail. If .yer ask me. It was some nice ov yer ter come ridln' long here ternight Lacy. It sorter helps me ter make a good, decent clean-up ov this whole measly outfit I reckon m stow yer away, along with them others. Mosey up them steps there, «n; den* take no chances lookin' back." * « • • It was a hard, slow Journey back across the desert Moore's team and wagon were requisitioned for the pur* pose, but Matt himself remained behind to help Brennan with the prisoners and cattle, until the party returning to Haskell could send them help. Westcott drove, with Miss Donovan perched beside him on the spring-seat, and Cavendish lying on a pile of blankets beneath the shadow of the canvas dred head of cattle to look after, until I can send somebody out there to help bring them in. Now that's all you need to know, Tlmmons; but I've got a question or two I want to ask you. Come on back Into the office." Miss Donovan sat in one <>f. the chairs by the front window waiting. As they entered she arose to her feet. Westcott crossed the room and took her hand. "He's all right," he assured iter quickly, Interpreting the look In her eyes. "Tired from the trip, of course, but a night's rest will do wonders. And now, Tlmmons," he turned to the bewildered landlord, "Is that wy Enright upstairs?" "The New York lawyer? No, be got frightened and left He skipped out the next day after you fellers got away. Bill wanted him to go along with him, but he said he was too sick. Then he claimed to have a telegram callln' him East but he never did. I reckon he must've got cold feet 'bout somethin'--enyhow he's gone.' "And Miss La Rue?" "Sure; she took the same train," eager now to divulge all he knew. "But that ain't her real name--Ifs a kind o' long name, an' begins with C. I saw it in a letter she left upstairs, but I couldn't make it all out She's married." The eyes of Westcott and Miss Donovah met Here was a bit of strange news--the La Rue woman married, and to a man with a long name beginning with 0. The same thought occurred to them both, yet it was evidently useless to question Tlmmons any longer. He would know nothing and comprehend less. The girl looked tired, completely worn out, and the affair conld rest until morning. "Take Miss Donovan to a room," Westcott said shortly, "and" Fll- run upstairs and have «#otbec look aiCavendish." ; V * • • "At Who?" '• "Cavendish, the wounded feudft •• W* Just carried In." (TO BE CONTINUED.* «l»di Upf iltf* He'&fr^uiifi?. top. They stopped to lunch at Baxter springs, and to water the team, and It was considerably after dark when they finally drove creaking up the main street of Haskell and stopped In front of the Tlmmons house to unload. The street was devoid of excitement although the Red Dog was wide open for business, and Westcott caught a glimpse of Mike busily engaged behind the bar. A" man or two passing glanced at them curiously, but, possibly because of failure to recognize him In the darkness, no alarm was raised or any effort made to block their progress. Without Lacy to urge them on, the disciples of Judge Lynch had likely enough forgotten the whole affair. As Westcott clambered over the wheel and then assisted the lady to alight the face of the landlord was sufficiently expressive of surprise. "You!" he exclaimed, staring into their faces doubtfully. "What the Sam Hill does this mean?" "Only that we've got back, Tlmmons. Why this frigid reception?" "Well, this yere Is a respectable hotel an' I ain't goln' ter have It all mussed up by no lynchin' party," the landlord's voice full of regret. "Then this yere gal; she wrote.me she'd gone back East" Westcott laughed. "Stow your grouch, old man, and give us a hand. There will be no lynching, because Lacy Is In the hands of the marshal. As to this lady, she never sent you that note. She was abducted by force and has just escaped. Don't stand there like a foot 111 tell you the story later. There's a wounded man under the canvas there. Come on and help me carry him inside." Tlmmons, sputtering but impotent to resist, took hold reluctantly, and the two together borp the helpless Cavendish through the deserted office and up the stairs to the second floor, where he was comfortably settled and a doctor sent for. The task was sufficiently strenuous to require all the breath Tlmmons possessed, and he managed to repress his eager curiosity until the wounded man had been attended to. Once in the hall, however, and the door closed, he could no longer control himself. Now see yere, Jim Westcott," he panted, one hand gripping the stair* rail, "I've got ter know what's up afore I throw open this yere hotel to yer free use thls-away. As a general thing I ain't 'round huntin' trouble--I reckon yer know that--but this yere affair beats me. What was it yer said about Bill Lacy?" "He's under arrest, charged with cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy and about everything else on the calendar. Brennan's got him, and likewise the evidence to convict" "Good Lord! 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She had had hopes from this visit Alas, poor girl, were they to be blighted? But father took the matter--and his small son--firmly In hand. With a graceful apology he removed the bent pin from the chair and the aforesaid small boy from the room. "Now, look here, Charles," he said sternly, In the back yard, "why did you do it?" 'It--It was an experiment, father!" faltered the laddie. "An experiment!" snorted father. "The only man who has visited your poor sister for years, and yon go and drive him awayl" "Well, dad," explained the boy, "he advertises that he is a painless dentist, an' I wanted to find out If It was true, an* it wasn't You should have heard him yell?" 4Yes," was the father's grim com* ment "And some one else la to hear you yell now?" The meaning of *Dr." depends altogether upon whether it Is placed before or after a man's name. The heat time to kiss a pretty girl la any old time. YOUNGSTER MADE WORD GOOD Though, as It Turned Out, It. 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