The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-25

! don't ask questions. Davis has i've.
hours start OF me. but I'll don't catch
him before he leaves Sandstone. my
name amt Dave Morgan.
Heney got to his feet unwil lingly.
4 You're Relcom Ell to the .:horsesan' sad
die. Dare he protested. but why
don't you wait till morning? You
need rest, man. an III 90 along with
you. You're not Ia shape to travel
all night. and Dutch Davis is the
toughest guy In the Northwest. You'll
need to be at your best toshandle him"
..No. jim. I'm going. just al. Quick
as lean. and u don't need vou- old
timer Tn a11srig fft. This Davis Is a
bad actor. but it's my business to han
die men like him. and I'm paid for4it.
You're not. Besides. I want to meet.
up with him alone. Yous1ook for me
back this way in two days--if I'm not
here then III never come.
With a. shrug of his big shoulders.
Heney departed to do as he was told
He knew 1t would be fruitless togar-
I que with Morgan In the latter's pres
emf mood. There WAS nothing for 1t
butte furnish such aid as he could.
Without wasting time In an effort to
pick mp the rustler's trail. Morgan
headed straight for Sandstone. He
knew that Davis would stop there, at
least. and if it lay In human endeavor
and horsefesh to do It. he intended to
get there before the outlaw left. For
gotten was his wound and the fact
that he had not slept for twenty-four
hours. There was time enough for
such thing ny. day in the year. Just
now he was busy. l
AS the good little horse; beneath him
Hoped rapidly through the moonlit
Tor, laF
procedure Sandstone was in Mon
tana, outside both his county and
state and as an officer he had4no au-
thortty there, hut he didn't let this
knowledge bother him. His sole OBJ
ject was to meet Davis face to face
and wipe out the blot Of disgrace
which the rust1er had put upon him a
few hours before. Nothing else mat
tered; the future could take care Of.
itself. Law or no law. Dave Morgan
was going to get his man.
twas about nine o'clock next morn
Ing a hot, dusty day in August-when
the deputy rod 81 into the lazy little
town of Sandstone and turned his
horse loose In the corral behind the
livery barn. Then, walking stiff
legged from his long stay in the sad
/ die, utAshowing otherwise no signs of
his all-night ride. Morgan set out in
search of the rnstler.s For an. hour
the hunt was fruitless. At last, how
ever. as he turned the corner Of a side
street, he saw Davis coming toward
him block away.
Slowly the two approached each
other, while little crowd-for in
some inexplicable manner the news
OF the manhunt had already gone
abroad gathered at one end OF the
street to witness the meeting. Davis
was wearing. as usual. two guns. and
when he saw Morgan, who was still
some distance off, his hands dropped
until they rested just above the butts
Of his weapons and his shoulders
hunched forward tribe. He was
tensing himself for an exhibition OF
tina. uncanny speed at the draw " hich.
had made him notorious in three
states. Just how Morgan happened
to be there and not lying dead some
fifty miles away he did not knows.
rule, the men at whom he shot ceas-4
ed to bother him from that time on
but he nuraed no decisions. He knew
that this was no ghost, but strong
man in the. flesh who came to meet
him. IA #
Morgan walked slowly and natural
$ly until only about ten feet separated
him from the rustl Ter. Outwardly The.
was calm and cool as though engaged
\ In a pleasure stroll His solitary re-