Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-01-30

the effrontery Of the words. II they
expected her to believe that!
"That's it, Miss Louise. That's the
point we'd like to settle, ourselves. I
know it sounds outrageous. but it's a
fact. Peter and I found those cattle
up In the hills, with our brand worked
over the v. On my word of honor, not
one Of us knows who did It,"
"But you've got them down here
"Well-" Charlie threw out a hand
helplessly. His eyes met hers with ap-
pealing frankness. eve couldn't rub
out the brands; what else could we
do? I figured that somebody else
would see them If we left them out in
the hills, and it might be rather hard
to convince man; you see, we can't
even convince you'll But, so help me,
not one of us branded those cattle,
Miss Louise. I believe that whoever
has been rustling stock around here
deliberately tried to fix evidence
against us. I'm stranger in the coun-
try, and I don't know the game very
we'll; I'm an easy mark"
eyes, you're that, all right enough ~
Billy Louise spoke with blunt disfavor,
but her contemptuous certainty of his
guilt was plainly wavering. "To go
and bring stolen cattle right down
here"
1T seemed to me they'd be safer here
than anywhere else," Charlie observed
naively. Nobody ever comes down
here, unknown to US. I had it sized up
that the fellow who worked those
brands would never dream we'd bring
the stock right into the Cove. Why,
Miss Louise, even I would know better
than to put our brand on top Of Sea-
beck's and expect it to pass inspection.
If I wanted to steal cattle, wouldn't
90 at it that way"
Billy Louise glanced uncertainty at
him and then at Marthy, facing her
grimly. She did not know what to
think, and she showed 1t.
"How do you mean-the real rus
tlers?' she began hesitatingly; and
hesitation was not by any means a
mental habit with Billy Louise.
II mean just what I said" Char
lies manner was becoming more nat
ural, more confident. 1--WE been rid
ing through the hills good deal, and
I've seen a few things. And I've an
idea the fellow got q little uneasy"
He saw her vince little at the word
"fellow," and he went on, with an
impulsive burst Of confidence: Miss
Louise, have you ever, in your riding
around up above Jones canyon, in all
those deep little gulches, have you ever
seen anything Of a-corral, up there?"
Billy Louise held herself rigidly
from starting at this. She bit her lips
so that it hurt. whereabouts Is it,"
she asked, without looking at him.
And then: II thought you would 60 to
any length before you would accuse
anybody"
II would. But when they deliberate
ly try to hand me the blame-and I'm
not accusing anybody-anybody IN
particular, am I? The corral is at the
head Of a steep little canyon or gulch,
back in the hills where all these bigger
canyons head. Some time when you're
riding up. that way, you keep an eye
out for it. That" he added grimly,
'is where Peter and I ran across
these cattle; right near that corral"
The heart of Billy Louise went heavy
in her chest. Was it possible? Doubts
are harder to kill than cats or snakes.
You think they're done for, and here
they come again, crowding close SO
that one can see nothing else.
"Have you any idea at all, who
1t ISL" She forced the words out Of
her dry throat, She lifted her head de-