Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-03-20
I CHAPTER xxxv-(contlnued.)

r"lt'S the l0Ql80, ne 1alo 6rlmlys
Sanchez must a mistooks him fer
\ one OF US. and shot the poor devil"
And Sanchez himself Is out yonder
A On that sand pit" and Keith pointed:
khen lifted his voice to make 1t carry
across the stream. Come on over
Z 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
J 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
-tnusly into the dead face-wrinkfed.
SCARED, still featuring cruelty, the
thin lips drawn back In a snarl. What
1 scenes of horror those eyes had gazed
upon during fifty years Of crime;
y what suffering OF men. women. chill.
dren; what deeds of rapine: what ex-
4 amples OF merciless hate. Juan
Sanchez! 1.-The very sound Of the name
Il made the blood run cold. Dead or
& l!iveH Well. they had him at last.
( lead: and the plainsman shuddered.
10 he turned away. ,4ys4
Taking Fairbain with him and has
tily reviewing late occurrences to him.
Keith crossed over to the corral. real
lx1ng that their work-his work-was
not wholly done until HawIey had
been located. With this quest in mind
L he strobe straight to the Blackboard.
I'd giant who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan. .aa
What is your name7" he asked
sharply.
The man looked up scowling. 4 (
.Hatchett." he answered grufily.
& We'll. Hatchett, am going to ask
you question or two. and advise you
4 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 hell should7I know"
'You do know. Just the same. Per
haps not to an inch. or mile. but
3 you know near enough where he 10.
4 and where he has been since you left
Sheridan" 2
IF i do, I'm damned II I'll tell you. :"
mo? Well now. Hatchett. listen to
me-" and Keith's voice had in 1t the
click of steel trap. You'll either
answer, and answer straight, or we'll
hang you to that cottonwood in about
Ave minutes. II 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
or he left your"
ITO Fort Larned." f
After those fresh horses?"
yes"
..He didn't bring them to you: |
know that Where has he been since I"
"Topeky and Leavenworth."
How do you know
..He writ me note the boss herder
brought"
Hand 1t over"
Keith took the dirty slip ct 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
y 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
tust read, must have left Larned alone
early the day before: this night he
( would be camped at the water-hoie; I
with daybreak he expected to- resume
his lonely Journey across the desert
to the Salt Fork. For years Keith mad
lived primitive life. and tn some
ways his thought had grown prim'-
i've. His code Of honor was that OF
he border. tinged by that OF the South