The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1912-04-12
CHAPTER overwhelmingly

Its the Indian" he said grimly.
Sanchez must a mistook him fer
one of us, and shot the poor devil"
And Sanchez himself is out yonder
on that sand-pit." and Keith pointed:
then lifted his voice to make 1t carry
across the stream. Come on over.
Doctor. you and Neb. We've got the
gang Bring that body out there
along with you"
The Bar X" man waded out to
help. and the three together laid the
dead Mexican outlaw on the bank. be-
side the Indian he had shot down in
his effort to escape. Keith stood for
moment bending low to look curl
ously into the dead face-wrinkled.
SCARED. still featuring cruelty, the
thin lips drawn back in snarl. What
scenes of horror those eyes had gazed
upon during fifty years OF crime:
what suffering of men. women. chill
dren: what deeds of rapine; what ex-
amples of merciless hate. Juan
Sanchez!-the very sound of the name
made the blood run cold. Dead or
alive!" Well. they had him at last
dead; and the plainsman shuddered.
as he turned away.
Taking Fairbain with him and has
tily reviewing late occurrences to him.
Keith crossed over to the corral. real
izfng that their Work-his work-was
not wholly done until HaWley had
been located With this quest in mind
he strobe straight to the black beard
ed giant, who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan.
What is your name?'' he asked
sharply.
The man. looked. up scowling.
"Hatchett." he answered gruff1y
We'll, Hatchett, | am going to ask
you a question or two. and advise you
to reply just about as straight as you
know how. | am in no mood tonight
for any foolishness. Where is Black
Bart Hawley?''
How In He'll should | know"
You do know, just the same. Per
haps not to an inch, or a mile, but
you know near enough where he is.
and where he has been since you left
Sheridan"
IF ! do, I'm damned if I'll tell you. :"
No? Well now, Hatchett. listen to
me-, and keith's voice had in it the
click of a steel trap. You'll either
answer. and answer straight. or We'll
hang you to that cottonwood in about
five minutes. If you want chance
for your miserable life you answer
me. We have our way of treating your
kind out in this country. Sit up. you
brute, Now where did Hawley go aft
er he left you?"
ITO Fort Larned.'
After those fresh horses?"
Yes"
He didn't bring them to you; /
know that Where has be been SINGER
'Topeky and Leavenworth."
How do you know"
He writ me a note the boss herder
brought"
Hand it over"
Keith took the dirty slip Of paper
the man reluctantly extracted from
his belt. and Fairbain lit matches
while he ran his eyes hastily over the
lines. AS he ended he crushed the
paper between his fingers. and walked
away to the end of the corral. He
wanted to be alone, to think. to decide
definitely upon what he ought to do
Hawley, according to the schedule
Just read. must have left Larned alone
early the day before; this night he
would be camped at the water-hole;
with daybreak he expected to resume
his lonely journey across the desert
to the Salt Fork For years Keith had
lived primitive life. and in some
ways his thought had grown prlml-
tive. His code of honor was that OF
the border, tinged by that C the South