The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-02-13

him. Tn sorry hut itil
dime to be moving" be said. fIts 3
long ride over there"
what time Is itsp inquIted eaya-
nagh, with some bewildernent.
Nearly noon: I've got some coftee
ready. Want some
$40 II Just watch meEs And be.
scrambled out Of his bed with yigcr
and stretched himself like a. cat, ex.
claiming, wow, but It does feel good
to know that I am out OF jailr'
Going down 70 the stream, he splash
ed his face and neck in the clear cold
water. and the brisk rubbing which
followed seemed to clear his thoughts
as wen as sharpen his appetite.
Yon seem all right 50 far hazard
ed the guard. <
II am all right and III he all fright
tomorrow, II that's whit you mean =
replied eayanaeh. 'well, now, pack
up, and ven pull out"
For a few moments after he mount.
ed his horse Ceseuaghl looked about the
place as if for the last time, now up
at the hill; now down at the meadow
and last of allsat the stream. 81 hope
you'll enjoy this station as much as 1
have, Swenson. It's one OF the pref
test on the whole forest"
Together they zigzagged up the side
Of the hill to the north, and then, with
Cavanagh in the lead, followed by his
pack horse, they set up the long lateral
moraine which led by wide circle
through the wooded park toward the
pass. The weather was clear and cold.
The wind bit, and Cavanagh, scantiiy
clothed as he was, drew his robe close
about his neck, saying: 81 know now
how it feels to be a blanket Indian.
must say prefer an overcoat."
A little later the keen eyes Of the
guard, sweeping the mountain side.
were suddenly arrested. There's a
bunch Of cowboys coming over the
pSss," he called.
II see them" responded Cavanagil.
."Get out your glasses and tell me who
they are"
swenson unslung his fieldglasses and
studied the party attentiveIy. Looks,
like Van Horne's sorrel in the lead,
and that bald face bay just behind
looks like the one Gregg rides. The
other two don't seem to know"
Perhaps it's the sheriff after me
for harboring Edwards" suggested
Cayanagh.
But swenson remained sober. He
did not see the humor Of the remark.
What are they doing on the forest,
anyhow" he asked.
Half an hour later the two parties
came face to face on a little stretch of
prairie in the midst Of the wooded
valley. In the ,sherif's party were
Gregg, the deputy and-a big nun who
was a stranger to 'Cavanagh. Their
horses were all tired, and the big civil.
ian looked saddle weary.
Good evening, gentlemen called
the sheriff in southern fashion US he
drew near.
Good evening. Mr.. Sheriff" cava.
nagh civilly answered. whats the
meaning Of this invasion Of my for
estg'
The sheriff for answer presented the
big stranger. "AIr. Cavanagh, this Is
Mr.. Simpson, the county attorney"
Cavanagh nodded to the attorney.
I've heard of Mr.. Simpson" he said.
Simpson answered the question Ross
had asked. I'VE were on our way to
your station, Mr.. Cavanagh. because
we understand that this old man Dunn
who shot himself had visited you be.
fore his death, giving you information
concerning the killing of the Mexican
sheep herders. Is that trueF
ut is"
When did he visit your"
1.-TWO days ago or maybe three.
am little mixed about It. You see,
| have been pretty closely confined to
my shack for a few days"
Gregg threw in query. "How Is
the old man?"
Hes all right. That is to say, he's
dead. Died last night
The sheriff looked at Simpson mean.
lngly. "well, reckon that settles
his score, Judge. Even II he was Inn
plicated he's out Of It now"
"Hs couldn't have been implicated
declared the ranger. '.for he was with
me at the time the murder was com.
mitted. 1 left him high on the noun.
tain in the Basque herder's camp. 1
can prove an abb for him. Further.
more, he had no motive for such
work"
what did Dunn tell your" demand.
ed the sheriff. "what names did be
give you|
Wait moment" replied Cavanagh.
who felt hilaself to be on his own ter.
ritOry aud not to be hurried. There's
reward offered for the arrest Of these
men. Is there notT'
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