Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1917-05-11

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might better ask why you came here"
he retorted. 81 don't know where
am. Do look as IL came here by
choice?" BE paused. Listen" he
said, quite master OF himself, I'm tell
you why I came. l shall never get
away alive, anyway-you can have the
truth If you want it. / got Off my
horse in the night to get a drink. He
bolted. 1 couldn't walk. 1 climbed up
here to hide till my wounds heal. Now,
I've told you the truth. Where am I?'
The grip Of her hands on the rifle
might have relaxed somewhat, but she
saw his deadly revolver in it's accus-
toned place and did not mean to sur
render her command of him. Nor
would she tell him where he was. She
parted his questions. He could get 40
information of any sort cut OF her.
Yet hc saw that something more than
his mere presence detained and per-
picked her. Her prompt condemna-
ton of him ranked In his mind, and
the strain of facing her suspicion wore
on him. II wont ask you anything
more" he said at length. You think
I've no right to live-~thRt's what you
think. isn't it? Why don't you shootT"
She only stared at him. "Why don't
you answer?" he demanded recklesSly.
Nan summoned her resolution. II
know you tried to kill my cousin" she
oil ha hnA 20 hos
once more. "And am going to think
what to do before tell you anything
or do anything"
"You know 1 tried to kill your cou-
sinl You know nothing of the kind.
Your cousin tried to kill me. He's a
bully and coward. q man that doesn't
know what fair fighting means"
"You are safe in abusing him when
he's not here"
"Send him to mel" His voice shook
with anger. ''TelI him I'm wounded;
tell him I've had nothing to eat since
fought him before. And if he's still
afraid"-De Spain drew and broke his
revolver almost like flash. In that
incredibly quick instant she realized
he might have threatened her life be-
fore she could move a muscle-''tell
your fine cousin I've got one cartridge
left-just onel" So saying. he held in
one hand the loaded cartridge and in
the other the empty revolver.
You've asked me to go-Tm going
HSw much of what you tell me is true,
/ don't know. But l can believe my
own eyes, and believe you are not in
condition to do much injury, even If
you came here with that intention. You
will certainly lose your life If you move
from your hiding place"
She started away. He leaned toward
her. STOP" he said peremptorlly,
raising himself with a wrenching ef-
fort. Something in the stern eye held
her. His extended hand pointed toward
her as arbitrarily as If, instead of lying
helpless at her feet, he could command
her to his bidding. Il want to ask you
a question. I've told you the truth
have just one cartridge. If you are
going to send your cousin and his men
here, it's only fair l should know it
now-isn't itT'
"My cousin is wounded" she said,
pausing. And then with indecision
'If you stay here quietly you are not
likely to be molested"
She stepped down from the ledge |
as noiSeleSsly as she had come. Shaken |
by the discovery she had so unexpect- |
edly made, Nan retreated almost pre- |
cipitately from the spot. And the |
question of what to do worried her as |
much as 1t worried De Spain. The |
whole range had been shaken by the |
Calabasas fight. Even the men in |
Morgan's gap, supposed to be past |
masters of the game played in the |
closed room ct ,Calabasas, had been
stunned by the issue Of the few min
utes with Jeffries' new man.
Nan, who had heard but one side Of |
the story, pictured the aggressor from
the tale of the two who lived to tell |
of the horribly sharp action with him.
But Mans common sense whispered to
her. whatever might be said about De
SPANS starting the fight, that one man
locked In room with four enemies, all |
dangerous in an ARRAY, was not likely
to begin a fight unless forced to-
none, at least, but mailman would do
SO.
Unhappy and irresolute, Nan, when
she got home, was glad of an excuse
to ride to Calabasas for a packet of
dressing coming by stage from Sleepy
Cat for Gale, who lay wounded at Satt
Morgan's; and, eating a hasty lunch
con, she ordered her horse and set out.
Should, she tell her Uncle Duke Of
finding De Spain? Whenever she de-
cided that she must. something in the
recollection of De SPANS condition un-
settled her resolution. Tales enough
of lis bloodthirstiness, his merclless
efficiency, his ever-ready craft and con-
summate duplicity were familiar to
her. Yet only few of these stories {
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