The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-03-24

out CnhnSiny MS SLOW pace ne rOOe on.
No bullet challenged him and no sound
came from The silent house. He can
tered away from the peril, thinking
with kind of awe Of Nan, asleep, so
close, under that roof-confident, too,
he had not been seen-though, in mat
ter of fact. he had been.
Other cabins back toward the north
wall could be seen dimly to his right,
but all were well removed from his
way. In due time. as Scott had adj
vised. he saw confronting him. not far
ahead. small, demonstrating cabin
shack. Dismounting before this, he
threw his lines, shook himself little,
and walked up to the cabin door. 1t
was open.
De Spain called grufi1y to the cabin
inmate. There was no answer. He
| hitched his trouser band near to the
butt Of his revolver with his right
hand. and laid his left on the jamb of
the door, his eyes meantime boring the
darkness to the left, where Sassoons
bed should be. The utmost scrutiny
failed to disclose any sign Of 1t or any
sound of breathing from that corner.
He took few steps toward where the
man should be asleep, and perceived
beyond a doubt that there was no bed
In the corner Mt all. He turned toward
1 the other corner, his hand covering
the butt of his gun. "Hello, Shike !"
he called out In slightly strained tone
| Of camaraderie, addressing Sassoon by
a common nickname. Then he lis
tened. A trumpeting snore answered.
No sound was ever sweetar to De
the air and steadied the intruder as If
Music mountain itself had been lifted
Off his nerves.
He tried again: "Where are you,
Shike?" he growled. whats this stuff
on the floor?" he continued, shutting
side of the room. He felt his way to-
ward the inner door. This was where
he expected to find 1t, and it was
closed. He laid hand gingerly on the
latch. ''Where are you, Shike2" he
demanded again, this time with an i'm
patient expletive summoned for the
occasion. A second fearful snore an.
swered him. De Spain, relieved, al
most laughed as he pushed the door
open, though not sure whether a curse
or a shot would greet him. He got
neither. And q welcome surprise In
the dim light came through stuffy
pane of glass at one end of the, room
1t revealed ut the other end a man
stretched asleep on a wall bunk-a
man that would, In all likelihood, have
heard the stealthiest sound had any eff
fort been made to conceal 1t, but tC
whose ears the rough voices Of @
mountain cabin are mere sleeping pc
lions.
The sleeper woke to feel a hand laid
lightly on his shoulder. The instinct
of self-preservation acted like a flash
His eyes opened and his hands struck
out like cats paws to the right and
left: no knife and no revolver met
them. Instead, In the semidarkness Q
strange face bent over him. His fists
shot out together, only to be caught
in wise that broke his arms In two al
the elbows, and forced them back
against his throat. A knee, like ar
anvil, pushed inexorably into his stom
ach and heart and lungs. Another 10y
: across his right arm, and his strug
Cling left arm he could not, though his
: eyes burst with the strain from theiI
} sockets, release from where, eaglelike
! claws gripped ut his throat and shut
! Off his breath. He lay still.
"Are you awake, Shlkef" Sassoon
, heard from the gloom above him. But
he could not place the voice. "You
} seem to move around a good deal in
your sleep. II you're awake, keep still
I've come from Sleepy Cat to get you
Don't mind looking for your gun and
! knife. Two men are with me. You
, can have your choice. We've got q
} horse for you. You can ride away from
us here inside the gap, and take what
/ hits you in the back, or you can 60 tc
, Sleepy Cat with rs and stand your
trial. I'll read your warrant when the
, sun gets little higher. Get up ant
; choose quick"
Sassoon could not see who had sub
: duei him, nor did he take long to de
eide what to do. With less trouble
. than he expected, the captor got hi,
man sullenly on horseback, and gave
/. him severely plain directions as Il
, what to do. SassOon. neither bounf