The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-03-08
CHAPTER XXxlV.-(Continued.)

Eight bosses in thar" he an
Keith Say, Jack. what do you figure
this shebang to be, anyhow? You
don't reckon it's old Sanchez's outfit.
do yer?"
Likely as not Joe, though l never
saw him around here"
Joe filed his cheek with tobacco,
staring about through the darkness.
Well. If that OF cuss is yere now
we'uns is sure in fer fight" he COM
mented positively.
They rounded the corral fence on
hands and knees, crawled into bunch
of bushes somewhat to the rear of the
silent. desolate-appearing cabin, and
lay down fiat behind a pile of saddles,
from which position they could plain
ly discern the rear door
Had their camp over there in the
corner of the corral when l was here
before" he said in whisper. Where
do you suppose they can be now?"
The wary scout lifted his head,
smiling into the darkness like a point
er dog
West o. Their cabin thar, out O. Their
wind. most likely l smell tobacco"
Even as the words left his lips a
man came sauntering slowly around
the eastern corner, his outlines barely
visible. but the red glow of a pipe
bowl showing plainly. He stopped. d.
rectly facing them, yawning sleepily,
and then turned the other corner
Another moment and they distinctly
heard voice:
Hustle up thar now, Manuel. an
turn out; it's your watch; wake I'D,
dam yer-maybe that'll bring yet ter
life"
The remedy applied to the sleeper
must have been efficacious. as, an in
slant later, another figure slouched
into view. the new arrival rubbing
his eyes with one hand, the other
clutching a short-barrelled gun. From
the high peak of his hat 1t was evil
dent this new guard was a Mexican
He walked to the corner, glanced
along the east side wall toward the
front of the cabin, and then, apparent
ly satisfied the coast was clear, start
ed toward the stream, shutting along
within a foot of where Keith lay fat
on the ground. A moment later the men
heard him splashing softly in the wa
ter, and Keith rolled over, his lips
at Bristoes ear
Slip down there, Ben" he whis-
pered. and quiet that fellow. I'll find
out how many are on the west side.
Do the job without any noise"
He waited until the scout had dis
appeared like a snake, not even a
rustling leaf telling of his passage,
and then silently crept forward him
self. yet with less caution, until he
vas able to peer about the corner of
the cabin ard dimly distinguish the
blanketed forms of several men lying
close in against the side wall They
rested so nearly together it was diff
cult to separate them in that dark
ness, stars giving the only light. but
he finally determined their number at
five. Five; the Mexican would make
six, and there would surely be another
guard posted out in the front-seven.
But there were eight horses down
there in the corral Then the eighth
man-Hawley. without doubt-must
be in the cabin. At the thought
keith's teeth clinched, and he had TO
struggle to control his passion. But
no; that would never do; he must dis
cover first exactly where the girl was
located: after that they would attend
to the ours. Before creeping back 10
the others, he made quick eXamina-
ton along the rear of the cabin. but
could find no visible point of weak
ness. He tried TO recall from memory
the nature of the lock on that back
door. bGt could remember nothing ex-
cept an ordinary wooden latch. Ii
lie could .ase-; a knife into the crack