Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-02-14

Ing to Carson City the chance was too
good to be lost. I'm not sure he meant
to kill him. but he did mean to have
those papers at any cost Probably
you know the rest-the girl Twas easy.
because she was so ignorant of her
parentage, and nothing prevented
Hawley from winning except that
Waite got mad and decided to fight.
That knocked over the whole thing"
They were outside now. and the
first touch Of the cool night air, the
first glance up and down the noisy
street, brought Keith to himself. his
mind ready TO grapple with the prob
lem OF Hopes disappearance. 1t
seemed to him he had already looked
everywhere. yet there was nothing to
do except to continue the search. only
more systematically. The j sheriff as
sumed control clear headed, and ac-
5customed to that sort Of thing cali
ing in Hickock and his deputies to
assist. and fairly combing the town
from one end to the other. Not . rat
could have slipped unobserved
through the net he dragged down that
long street. or Its intersecting alleys
hut II was without result; nowhere
was there found a trace Of either the
gambler or his companion. ssts
They dug into saloons. baenios,
dance-halls. searching back rooms
and questioning inmates; they routed
out every occupant Of the hotel. In
5yaded boarding houses. and explored
shacks and tents. Indifferent to the
protests Of those disturbe but with
out result. They found several who
knew Hawley. Others who had seen the
two together passing by the lighted
windows of the TrOcadero. but beyond
that nothing. Convinced. at last, that
the parties sought were not alive in
Sheridan. and beginning to fear the
worst, the searchers separated. and
began spreading forth over the black
prairie. and by the Light
OF lanterns seeking any semblance Of
trail. There was no lack of volun-i
,teers for this work, but 1t was Gay,
light before the slightest clue pre-
scented itself. Keith. with the sherin
and two or three others. had CROPPED
their way outward until. with the first
flush OF dawn. they found themselves
at the opening OF a small rocky ra-
vine. near the foot of Boots Hill..ys
Peering down into its still Swallowed;
depths. they discerned what appeared
like a body lying there motionless.
Keith sprang7 down beside 1t, and turn
ed the rigid form over until the dead
face was revealed In the wan light
1t was that Of the red moustached
Scott. He staggered back at the rec
ignition. barely able to CALCULATE.
Here, Sheriff! This is one Of Haw-
,ley's men!
The sheriff was bending instantly
above the corpse. searching for the:
truth.
'sYo on know the fellow?
Yes, his name was Scott"
well, he's been dead some hours,
at least SIX should say: shot just
above the eye, and good Heavens!
look here, Keith, at the size OF this
bullet wound: that's no mans gun in
this country-no more than q 80 I'd
say
Miss Waite had a small revolver.
She must have shot the fellow. But
why did they leave the body here to
be discovered 2" .4s
The sheriff arose to his feet. prowl-
ing about in the Frightening glow OF
the dawn.
..They were in hurry to get away.
and knew he wouldn't be found before
morning, A six hours start means a
good deal. They did drag him back
out Of sight-look here, This was
where the struggle took place, and
here Is where the man fell. tracing
1t out upon the ground. The girl
put up stiff fight. too-see where
they dragged her up the path. From
the footprints there must have been