Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1918-02-22
1.-The gray roadster and sprang IN 20
send the a rocketlng westward.
CHAPTER XIX.


Butte. Smith twisted the gray road
ster sharply to the left out of the road,
and four miles from the turn, shut Off
the power and got down to continue
his journey afoot. The mine workings
were tunnel-driven In the mountain
side, and a crooked ore track led out
to them. Smith followed the ore track
until he came to the entrance, and to
the lock Of a small door framed in
the bulkheading he applied a key.
It was pitch dark beyond the door,
and the silence was like that OF the
grave. Smith had brought a candle on
his foOd-carrying visit Of the day be-
fore, and, cropping In its hiding place
just outside of the door, he found and
lighted It. There was no sign OF occu-
pancy save Jibbey's suitcase lying
where 1t had been flung on the night
Of the assisted disappearance.
Smith stumbled forward into the
black depths and the chill Of the place
laid hold upon him and shook him
like the premonitory SILVER Of an APP
preaching ague. Insenslbly he quick
ened his pace until he was Fastening
blindly through a maze Of tunnels and
cross driftings, deeper and still deeper
into the bowels of the mountain. Com
ing suddenly It the last into the cham
Der Of the dripping water, he found
what he was searching for, and again
the ague chill shook him. There were
no apparent signs Of life in the sodden,
muck-begrimed figure lying in a crum-
pied heap among the water pools.
abbey !" he called and then again,
ignoring the %unnerving, a~we-lnsplring
echoes rustling like flying bats In the
cavernous overspaces: "Jibbey"
The sodden heap bestirred itself
slowly and became a man sitting UP
to blink helplessly at the light and
supporting himself on one hand.
us that you, Monty?" said a voice
tremulous and broken; and then: Il
can see. The light blinds me. Have
you come to finnish the jObT'
II have come to take you out Of
this; to take you back with me to
Brewster. Get up and come on"
The victim Of Smiths ruthlessness
struggled stifiy to his feet. Never
much more than a physical weakllng,
and with his natural strength wasted
by a life Of dissipation, the blow on
the head with the pistol butt and the
forty-eight hours Of sharp hardship
and privation had cut deeply into his
scanty reserves.
"Dld-did Verda send you to do it2"
he queried.
mo; she doesn't know where you
are. She thinks you stopped over some
where on your way west. Come along,
If you want to &c back with me"
Jibbey stumbled away a step or two
and hattened himself against the cav
ern wall. His eyes were still staring
and his lips were drawn back to show
his teeth.
"Hold on a minute" he jerked out.
you're not-nOt going to wipe it all
out as easy as that. You've taken
my gun away from me, but I've got
my two hands yet. Stick that candle
in a hole in the wall and look out for
|, yourself. I'm telling you, right now,
/. that one or the other Of us is going
to stay here-and stay deadT"
Don't be a fOoli" Smith broke In.
, ~ didn't come here TO scrap with you"
"You'd better-and you'd better
| make a Job of 1t while you're about
, it," shrieked the castaway, lost now
to everything save the biting sense of
his wrongs. you've put 1t all over
J me-knOcked my chances with Verda
HIGHLANDER and shut me up here in this
? hell-hOle to go mad-dog crazyl If you
let me get out Of here alive I'll pay
you back, If it's the last thing l ever
L? dol YOun go back to Lawrenceville
with the bracelets Oni Youth" red
rage could 60 no farther In mere
words and he flung himself in feeble
herceness upon Smith, clutching and
struggling and waking the grewsOmC
echoes again with frantic, meaningless
maledictiOns.
Smith did not strike back wrapping
the mailman In a pinioning grip, he
held him helpless. When 1t was over
> and Jlbbey had been released, gaspinf
and sobblng, to stagger back against
the tunnel wall, Smith CROPPED for the
candle and found and relighted 1t.
tucker" he said gently, "you ar'
more Of a man than I took you to be-
a good bit more. Now that you're Civ
ing me a chance to say 1t, / can tel
you that Verda HIGHLANDER doesn't hg
ure in this at oil. Tn not going t
marry her, and she didn't come GU
here In the expectation of finding me-
"Then what does figure in TT" wa.
the dry-lipped query.
"It was merely a matter Of self-pres
ervation. There are men in Brewste
q who would pay high for the infOrma
ton you might give them about me.
70 "You might have given me a hin
4 and a chance, Monty. I'm not all dog.
THAT'S all past and gone. 1 didn'
give you your chance, but I'm goin
to give It to you now. Let's gO-I
u you're ct to try It"