The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-03-29

hotel n few moments later the Office
was empty. Nevertheless, the news OF
the appearance Of Sassoon's captor
spread. The two sauntered into the
billiard hall. which occupied deep
room adjoining the Office and opened
with large plate-glnss windows on
Main street. Every table was In use
A fringe of spectators in the chairs, os-
tensibly watching the pool games.
turned their eyes toward DE Spain
those that recognized him distinguish
Ing him by mods and whispers to 9TH
ers.
Among several groups of men stand
ing before the long bar. one party Of
four near the . end likewise en-
gagged the Inter =. those keener lonf-
ers who were capable OF foreseelng
situations. These men. Satterlee Nor
gan, the cattleman: Bull Page, one OF
his cowboys; Sheriff Druel and Judge
Druel, his brother. had been drinking
together. They did not see Lefever
and his companion as the two came I'm
through the rear lobby door. But Le-
fever, on cntchlng sight OF them. well
coined his opportunity. Walking d.
rectly forward, he laid his hand on
Satt Morgan's shoulder. As the cat
tleman turned, Lefever, geninlly grasp
Ing his hand, introduced De Spain 10
each Of the party In turn.
Morgan threw the brim of his wealth
er-beaten hat back from his tanned
| 10 oh obi -.
whlsker of that variety designated in
the mountains by the appropriate
name spinach" But his smile, which
drew his cheeks into wrinkles all about
his long, round nose, was not unfriend-
| ly. He looked with open interest from
! his frank but not overtrustworthy eyes
Mt De Spain. ~ heard" he said In a
good-natured, slightly nasal tone, "you
made a sunrise call on us one day last
week."
"And I want TO say" returned De
Spain, equally amlable. "that II had
had any idea you folks would take II
so hard-I mean. as an affroEt intend
ed to any of you'll never would have
! gone Into the gap after SassOon.
just assumed-maklng mistake as
now renliZe-that my scrap would be
with Sassoon, not with the Morgans."
Salts face wrinkled into humorous
grin. You sure kicked up some
alkali."
De Spain nodded candldly. "More
than i intended TO. And | say-with-
out any intention of impertlnence to
anybody else-Sassoon Is a cur. / sup
posed when l brought him In here
after so much riding that we had
sheriff enough TO keep him." He
looked at Druel with such composure
that the latter for n moment was non
plussed. Then he discharged vollcy
OF oaths, and demanded what De Spain
meant. De Spain did not move. He
refused to see the angry sheriff. "That
Is where / made my second mistake"
he continued, speaking To Morgan and
forcing his tone just enough to he
heard. Druel, with more hard words.
began TO abuse the railroad for not
paying taxes enough to build decent
Jail. De Spain took another tack. He
eyed the sheriff calmly as the latter
continued to draw away and left De
Spain standing somewhat apart from
the rest OF the group. Then 1t may
be / am making another mistake,
Druel, In blaming you. 1t may not be
your fault"
'The fault is, you're fresh." cried
Druel, warming up as De Spain ap-
peared to cool. The line of tipplers
backed away from the bar. De Spain
stepping toward the sheriff, raised his
hand In friendly way. "Druel you're
hurting yourself by your talk. Make
me your deputy again some time" ne
concluded. "and I'll see that Sassoon
stays where he Is put"
'Ill just do that" cried Druel, with
II very strong word, and he raised his
hand in turn. "Next time you want
him locked up, you can take care of
him yourself"
The sharp crack of n rifle cut of the
words; bullet tore like lightning
bolt across De Spain's neck, crashed
through a mahogany plaster back of
the bar. and embedded itself In the
wall. The shot had been aimed from
the street for his head. The noisy
room instantly hushed. Spectators sat
glued to their chairs. White-faced
players leaned motionless against the