The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1915-01-08


Jim.
this affair, as you know. Gansett Jim
honestly thinks that you had hand
in the Lonesome Cove murder. as ne
believes it to be. 1t isn't impossible
that the sheriff has subtly egged him
on to kill you in revenge You're the
suspect. and if you were put out OF the
way every one would believe you the
murderer There would be perfume
tory investigation. the whole thing
would be hushed up and the body in
Annalaka churchyard would rest In
peace-presumably a profitable peace
for the sheriff
Flat out. Kent. do you know who
| the dead woman iST'
Flat out. don't. But I've shrewd
guess that I'll find out before long"
From Gansett Jim?'
mo hope there. He's an Indian.
What I'm going to see him about now
is your safety"
Now? Where do you expect to find
him?"
In the village. hope 1t wouldn't
do for You to come there. But | want
you to go to the spot where you met
the circus wagon man and wait until l
bring jim"
1t was long wait for the worried
artist in the deep forest that bounded
the lonely road along Hawkill heights.
Ten O'Clock had chimed across the hill
from the distant village when he heard
footsteps and at call from Kent step
ped out into the clear. holding the lam
tern above him. The light showed a
strange spectacle. Kent. watchful,
. keen. ready lis cat to spring, stood
with his eyes fixed upon the distorted
face of the half breed. Terror, rage.
overmastering Amusement and the
, soul panic of the supernatural glared
from the blue white eyeballs of the
, negro. but the jaw and chin were set
firm in the stoicism of the Indian. In
that strange racial conflict of emotions
the fiercer strain won. Gansett Jim's
+ frame relaxed He grunted.
+ Good boy, jim" Chester Kent's
, voice at the half breeds ear was the
voice of one who soothes Jan affrighted
horse. 81 didn't know whether you
could stand it or not You see. you
, didn't shoot Mr.. Sedgwick after all"
, Dunno what you mean" grunted
! Gansett Jim.
I "And you mustn't shoot at him any
: more" continued the scientist. The
q tone was soft as a woman's, but Sedg
wick felt in it the tensity Of man
q ready for any extreme. Perhaps the
4 half breed. too. felt the peril Of thai
determination. for he hung his head
. i've brought you here to show yOr
n. why. Pay good heed, now. A mar
n travelling in a wagon was met here. as
O he says. by a wOman-you understand
who questioned him and then wen
,. on. He followed the trail through thu
brush and found the signs Of fight
. The fight took place before the death
!. Here's the lantern. Take his trail from
!, here"
:. Without a word the half breel
>, snatched the light and plunged into
, bypath. After few minutes of swift
going he pulled up short in an opel
copse of ash and set the lantern on tn
ground. Houndlike he nosed abou, sh
- trodden earth Suddenly he caught u
the lantern, which had rolled from hi
- hand. and threw its light upon Sedg
- wicks foot Then he turned away
Kent whistled softly. The whistle ha
purring quality of content.
"Not the same as the footprint. eh?
:, he remarked
:, Footprint too small" grunted Gar
: sett Jim.
How many people-two|
}! 'Three"
''Three, of course | had forgotte
k the circus wagon man. He came latel
g. But, Jim, you see it wasn't Mr.. SEEDS
- wick"
ie What he follow for?' demanded tn
L. other savagely.
=, mo evil purpose. You can take hi
al trail from the circus wagon and TO
sh low that, if you want to satisfy you
self further that he wasn't here. /
III let you have the lantern. Only, r.
member, now! No more shooting {
Ill the wrong man
IL The half breed made no reply
as And you, Sedg~ick. Here's the d
stroyer Do you still want to Ii
ed him|
re- Il suppose not" replied the arti