The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-12-02

/ Next morning Duane did not RETURN
to Ord. He struck Off to the north,
riding down rough. Notwithstanding
road that appeared to have been used
occasionally for cattle-driving. Al
he had ridden In from the west. this
northern direction led him into totally
unfamiliar country. While he passed
on, however, he exercised such keen
observation that In the future he
would know whatever might be OF
service to him If he CHANGED that
way again.
After a couple of hours riding he
entered town which he soon dis
covered to be Bradford. It was the
largest town he had visited since
Maria, and he calculated must have
thousand or fifteen hundred in
habItants, not including Mexicans.
He decided this would be good
place for him to hold up for while,I
being the nearest town to Ord, only
forty miles away. So he hitched his
horse In front Of store and lelsurelyI
set about studying Bradford.
1t was after dark. however.
that Duane verified his suspicious cons
corning Bradford. The town was
awake after dark, and there was one
long row of saloons. dance-halls.
gambling-resorts In full blast. Duane
visited them all, and was surprised
to see wildness and license equal to-
that OF the old river camp OF BANDS
in its palmlest days. Here II was
forced upon him that the farther west
one Travelled along the river the
sparser the respectable settlements,
the more numerous the hard charnct
tiers, and in consequence the greater
the element of lawlessness. Duane
returned to his clearinghouse with the
conviction that MacNelly's task of
cleaning up the Big Bend country
was stupendous one. Yet, he rel
Elected, company Of intrepid and
understanding rangers could have
soon cleaned up this Bradford.
The innkeeper had one other guest
that night, a long-coated and wide-
sOmbreroed Texan who reminded
Duane of his grandfather. This man
had penetrating eyes, courtly man>
| ner, and an unmistakable leaning tor
ward companionship and mintjuleps-
| The gentleman introduced himself as
Colonel Webb, Of Maria. and took ID
as a matter Of course that Duane
made no comment about himself.
Duane, as always, was a good
listener. Colonel Webb told. among
| other things, that he had come out
to the Big Bend to look over the
affairs of deceased brother who
had been a rancher and n sheriff of
one Of the towns, Fairdale by name.
"Found no affairs. no ranch, not
even his grave" said Colonel Webb
"And I tell you, sir, II hell's any
tougher than this Fairdale I don't
want to expiate my sins there"
"Fnirdale. imagine sheriffs
have hard row to hoe out here,~
replied Duane. trying not to appear
curious.
The Colonel swore Justify.
"What this frontier needs, sir. II
about six companies of Texas Rang
ers. A fine body of men. sir. and the
salvation of Texas"
Governor Stone doesn't entertain
that opinion" said Duane.
Here Colonel Webb exploded. Mani
| testify the governor was not his choice
for a chief executive of the great
state. He talked politics for WHILE,
and of the vast territory west of the
Pecos that seemed never to get o.
hAr fxA
himself to be agreeable and iEterest-
ing; and he saw presently that here
was an opportunity TO make valu-
able acquaintance. II not friend. :
"Tm stranger In these parts"
said Duane, finally. "What is this
outlaw situation you speak Off"
IT'S damnable, sir, and unbeliev-
able. Not rustling any more, but
just wholesale herd-stealing, in which
some big cattlemen, supposed to be-
honest, are equally guilty with the
outlaws. On this border, you know,
the rustler has always been able to-
steal cattle in any numbers. But to-
get rid Of big bunches-that's the
hard job. The gang operating be-
tween here and Valentine evidently
have not this trouble. Nobody knows
where the stolen stock goes. But I'm
not alone In my opinion that most of
1t goes to several big stockmen. They
ship to San Antonio, Austin, New
Orleans. also to El Paso."
wholesale business, eh7" remarked
Duane. "who are these-er-bis
stock-buyersT
Colonel Webb seemed q little
startled at the abrupt query. He
bent his penetrating gaze upon Duane
and thoughtfully stroked his pointed
beard.
"Names, Of course. I'll not mentionl
Opinions are one thing. direct accusas
ton another. This Is not q healthy
country for the informer."
When II came to the outlaws them-
selves Colonel Webb was disposed to
talk freely. The great name along
the river was Cheseldine. but II SEEM
ed TO be q name detached from an
individual. No person Of veracity
kpoxvv En- NolouoI Wohh. hed ow~~