The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-03-15
CHAPTER E>tXV.-(Continuea.)

Its the Indian he said grimly
sanchez must "a mistook him 10.
one OF us, and shot the poor devil"
And Sanchez himself is out yonde.
on that sandpit." and Keith pointed
then lifted his voice to make it carry
across the stream. Come on over.
Doctor. you and Neb We've got the
gang Bring that body out there
along with you
he Bar 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
icenes 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
tlly reviewing late occurrences to him,
Keith crossed over to the corral, real
izing 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 gruffly.
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 dell 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
ne" and Keith's voice had in it the
click of steel trap. You'll either
answer, and answer straight, or We'll
hang you to that cottonwood in about
five minutes. If you want a 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 HawIey go aft
IT he left your
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 be ran his eyes hastily over the
lines As he ended he crushed the
paper between his fingers, and walked
away 70 the end of the corral. He
wanted To be alone. to think, to decide
definitely apcn 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
% the Salt Fork For years Keith had
lived q primitive life. and in some
ways his thought had grown priml-
i've. His code of honor was that OF
be border. tinged by that of the South