The Glenwood post., 1911-09-09
CHAPTER ~.
An Old Acquaintance.

An oiu Acquaintance.
The Carson City lookup was an i'm
provised affair, although a decidedly
popular resort. 1t was originally a
two-room cabin with gable to the
street, the front apartment at one
time low groggery, the keeper sleep
ing in the rear room. Whether sud
den death, or financial reverses, had
been the cause. the community had in
some manner become possessed of the
property. and had at once dedicated
1t to the commonweal. For the pur
pose thus selected it was rather well
adapted, being strongly built, easily
guarded, and on the outskirts of the
town. With iron grating over the
windows. the back door heavily spiked
and the front secured by iron bars,
any prisoner once locked within could
probably be found when wanted On
the occasion of Keith's arrival, the
portion abutting upon the street was
occupied by rather miscellaneous
assembly-the drunk and disorderly
elements conspicuous-who were
awaiting their several calls to appear
before a local justice and make an
swer for various misdeeds. Some were
pacing the floor, others sat moodily
on benches ranged against the wall
while few were still peacefully slum-
bering upon the floor. 1t was a frowsy
disreputable crowd, evincing but mild
curiosity at the arrival of new pris-
oner. Keith had barely time to glance
about, recognizing no familiarity of
face amid the mass peering at him. as
he was hustled briskly forward and
thrust into the rear room. the heavy
door closing behind him with the snap
Of spring lock.
He was alone, with only the faint
est murmur Of voices coming to him
through the thick partition. It was a
room some twelve feet square, open
to the roof, with bare walls, and con-
tanning no furniture except a rude
bench. Still dazed by the suddenness
of his arrest, he sank down upon the
seat, leaned his head on his hands,
and endeavored to think. 1t was diff
f1cult to get the facts marshalled into
any order or to comprehend clearly
the situation, yet little by little his
brain grasped the main details, and
he awoke to full realization of his
condition, of the forces he must war
against. The actual murderers of
those two men on the trail had had
their suspicious aroused by his ac-
tions; they believed he guessed some
thing of their foul deed, and had de-
termined to clear themselves by
charging the crime directly against
him. 1t was a shrewd trick. and II
they only stuck to their story. ought
to succeed. He had no evidence. 9TH
er than his own word, and the marshal
had already taken from his pockets
the papers belonging to the slain
man. He had not found the locket
hidden under his shirt, yet a more
thorough search would doubtless re-
veal that also.
Even should the case come to trial,
how would 1t be possible for him to
establish innocence. and-would 1t
ever come to trial? Keith knew the
character of the frontier. and of Car
son City. The inclination of its citi-
Eens in such cases was to act first,
and reflect later. The law had but
slender hold. being respected only
when backed by the strong hand, and
primitive instincts were always In the
ascendency, requiring merely leader
to break forth in open violence. And
in this case would there be any lack
of leadership? Like a flash his mind
reverted to "Black Bart" There was
the man capable of melting a mob. II,
for some unknown reason, he had suf-
ficient interest to swear out the war
rant and assist In the arrest, he would
have equal cause to serve those fel-
lows behind him in other ways. Nat
urally. they would dread trial. with
its possibility of exposure. and eagerly
grasp any opportunity for wiping the
slate clean. Their real security from
discovery undoubtedly lay in his
death, and with the Red Light"
crowd behind them they would ex-
perience no trouble in getting fol-
lowing desperate enough for any pur-
pose.
The longer Keith thought the less
he doubted the result 1t was not then
a problem of defence. but of escape.
for he believed now that no oppor-
tunity to defend himself would ever
be allowed. The arrest was merely
part Of the plot intended to leave him
helpless In the hands of the mob. In
this Hicks was in no way blamable-
he had merely performed his sworn
duty, and would still die. II need be,
In defence Of his prisoner. He was
no tool, but only an instrument they
had found means of using.
Kaith waa aasentially a man of nc