The Huttig news., 1909-10-23

leading into Canadian pass; but this Assure is so narrow that a man with a rife could withstand a regiment For 100 miles east and west rise the gran ite walls Of the Mission range broken nowhere save by the formation known as the Cache. Even this does not pen crate the range; it Is a pocket and runs not over halfway into it and out again. But no man really knows the Cache. the most that may be said Is that the main valley is known, and it is known as the toughest mountain Assure between the Spanish sinks and the Mantrap country. Williams Cache lies between walls 1000 feet high, and within it is a small labyrinth of can yons. A generation ago, when Medi- cine Bend for one winter was the terminus of the overland railroad, vigi- lantes mercilessly cleaned out the town, and the few outlaws that es- eaped the shotgun and the moose at Medicine Bend found refuge in far away and unknown mountain gorge once named by French trappers the
 
 come to infest it came one desperado more ferocious than all that had gone before. He made frontier retreat of the Cache, and left to it the legacy of his evil name, Williams Since his day it has served, as it served before, for the haunt of outlawed men. No honest man lives in Williams Cache. nH Nf long, since their lives are lives of yio. lence: neither the law nor a woman crosses Deep creek. But from the day of Williams to this day the Cache has had it's ruler, and when Whispering Smith rode with little party through the Door into the Cache the morning after the murder in Mission valley he sent an envoy to Rebstock, whose sue cess as a cattle thief had brought it's inevitable penalty. 1t had made Rebstock a man of consequence and of property and a man subject to the anxieties and annoyances of such re- sponsibility.
 Sitting once in the Three Horses at Medicine Bend, Rebstock had talked with Whispering Smith. q used to have good time.' he growled. When 1 was rustling little bunch of steers, just small bunch all by myself, and hadn't cent in the world, no place to sleep and nothing to eat, had a good time. Now I have to keep my money in the bank; that ain't pleasant-yol know that. Every man that brings { bunch of cattle across Deep creek has stole iem, and expects me to buy 'enl or lend him money. I'm busy with in spectors ali the time, deviling with brands, standing off the Stock associa tion and all kinds of trouble. I've go too many cows, too much money. I'm to sleep, or poison me if l take q drink. Whispering Smith, I'd like to give you a half-interest in my bust ness. That's on the square. You're q young man, and handy; it wouldn't cost you cent, and you can have half of the whole shooting match if you'll cross Deep creek and help me run the gang" Such was Rebstock free from anxiety and in a confidential moment. Under pressure he was, like all men, different.
 Whispering Smith had acquaintance even in the Cache, and after little careful reconnoitering he found crip- pled-up thief, driving a milch COW down the Cache, who was willing to take a message to the boss.
 Whispering Smith gave his instruc- tions explicitly, facing the messenger, as the two sat in their saddles, with an importunate eye. Say to Rebstock exactly these words" he insisted This is from Whispering Smith: want Du Sang. He killed friend of mine last night at Mission Springs. happened to be near there and know he rode in last night. He can't get out; the Canadian is plugged. l won't stand for the killing, and it is Du Sang or cleanup in the Cache all around, and then I'll get Du Sang anyway. Re gards."
 Riding circumspectly in and about the entrance to the Cache, the party waited an hour for an answer. When the answer came, 1t was unsatisfac-
  tory. Rebstock declined to appear upon so trivial a matter, and Whisper ing Smith refused to specify further grievance. More barley and stronger messages were necessary to stir the Deep creek monarch, but at last he sent word asking Whispering Smith to come to his cabin accompanied only by Kennedy
 The two railroad men rode up the canyon together. And now I will show you a lean and hungry thief grown monstrous and miserly, Far rell" said Whispering Smith.
 At the head of a short pocket be- tween two sheer granite walls they saw Rebstock's weather-beaten cabin, and he stood in front of it smoking. He looked moodily at his visitors out of eyes buried between rolls of fat Whispering Smith was a little harsh as the two shook hands. but he dis mounted and followed Rebstock into the house.
 What are you so high and mighty about?" he demanded. throwing His hat on the table near which Rebstoek