Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-27

slows a SquaW dom bead-WOrk. ! WISht-'
He broke off and raised his head. holding his
ear toward the door, a startled look in his eyes.
FROM without came a shutting clatter and
the echo of mems voices. Then the door
swung rudely open to the push OF armed men,
against the wall. kinnaird hand, which had
rested in warmth the adhering strips of
plaster, twitched the wound till Cayuse WINGED
as his eyes fell on the figures of Chris and
Somers.
At once Mayo strobe to the couch and,
staring at the wounded man, asked, What's
this mean? Who's laid Cayuse out?"
" He's wounded" Kinnaird answered quietly,
picking up roll of bandages.
Chris pushed past her father, saying, Let
me help you, please.
Her hair brushed Kinnaird's face as she
slipped an arm beneath Cayuse, and he heard
her whisper, Deny everything Don't speak,!
And when his hand carried the cotton roll be-
meath the wounded man it was grasped re-
assuringly by slim fingers.
"Therei l think he'll be all right now"
Kinnaird said presently, drawing blanket
over Cayuse.
who did him up?" Mayo asked CURLY.
kinnaird pushed the chair with its matters
of surgery to the wall and leaning against the
logs rested his hand carelessly beneath his coat,
the fingers touching the butt of a pistol
Cayuse's voice broke the trying quiet in a
| querulous weak tone. 1.-THE party got did up
hisself, Thad, as thisa way. pulls out after
the JOY quit dom business; but Buck he amt
mindful to hit the trail nohow.-he jes throws
| loops round Stand Off, and ain t in condition
to pilot nothin', l amt. Then l stacks up
ag'in' the preachers shack for to git one of
them powders he give me onct, for was feelin'
terrible bilious; but he amt ter home. | amt
| got no length when | knows some COYOTE is
| trailin' me, and | slips from Buck, all quiet,
and clubs him with the butt end of weppin.
| He hands me a hurt under the arm that made
me hostile Next l knowed l was here and
| preacher is putin on the Doctor brand. He
! allows he comm from Bible talk with
| Gabrous sick wife, when he finds me cached
plenty quiet out on the trail weepin' blood"
MAYO sat listening to Cayuse's somewhat
| ~ long story with heavy frown on his
| dark face Evidently Dupre had. by some
| extraordinary blunder, traed Cayuse from the
| mission shack under the impression it was the
| preacher, and had got into row with the half
drunken man. All these complications angered
| him There seemed always to be some eX
PLANTATION Forthcoming to shield the man of
whom he had an overmastering suspicion. He
| knew there was something wrong but it was
so elusive, Perhaps the only way to get at
| the truth was to adopt his usual method,
smash straight at the difficulty.
There amt nothin to it but just square
showdown" he began with grim earnestnesS.
The name of Mayo woman has got dragged
in, and somebody's got to play the part of
man, tfldt all! US MdSOS anus kept
| of women folks and weppins shiny
clean. Now whar do YOU stand. preacher"
." | don t understand. kirrairt replied.
Perhaps you don't; so I'll explain. Stand
| OF never did cotton to the idea that you was
| what yer brand called fer. Speakn fer my
self. | fggered you was than Gospel
singer. You didn't do nothin' like sky pilot
would sure do; and Matt may've been locoed,
and he may We been right when he allowed you
was standin' in with the p'lice You knowed
that Sergeant Hawke to-day, and you made
some sign talk that shut his mouth. Dupre,
he trails this p'lice coyote to earth hidin' in
the buffalo pound waitin' fer somebody from
Stand Off to hold palaver. Leastwise
fggercd this way, and ride out tonight
thinkin' You'll have hooked up, special
you'd pulled your freight to parts unknown.
| Chris is there allowin she's come to meet him,
| Mayo jerked his head disdainfully in the direc-
ton of Somers, just a girl meets
shes goin' to get spliced to. There couldn't
be other kind of meeting between Chris
| and where they was cached Off IN the
dark, allow. If it was different it would sure
lead to gun work which doesn't help womans
name nohow. P'raps l amt made the talk
| hit the bulls eve, cause I'm kinder mixed over
all this In Jun work but we've trailed into
somethin' that's got to be put right. That's
what we've come fer. If you and him had some
| p'lce business to arrange, YOU oughter say so:
and if Chris rounded up Somers that-a way,
| they've got to-
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