The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-12-23

wise the evidence to convict"
Good Lord Is that SOP
at is; the whole MendeZ gang has
been wiped out. Old Mendez has been
killed. The rest of the outfit, including
Juan Cateras, are prisoners"
Timmons' yes were fairly popping
u Of his head, his voice a mere
thread Of sound.
"Don't that beat h-l" he managed
to articulate. where's the marshalT'
Riding herd at a place they call
Sunken valley, about fifty miles south
Of here. He and Moore have got ten or
twelve Mexicans and maybe three hun
dred head Of cattle to look after, until
l can send somebody out there to help
bring them In. Now that's all you need
to know, Timmons; but I've got a
question or two l want to ask you.
Come on back into the office"
Miss Donovan sat In one Of the
chairs by the front window waiting.
As they entered she arose to her feet.
Westcott crossed the o and took
her hand.
-"He's all right" he assured her
quickly, interpreting the look In her
eyes. "Tired from the trip, Of course,
but a nights rest will do wonders. And
now, Timmons,' he turned to the be-
wildered landlord, lis that man En-
right upstairs?"
"The New York lawyer? No, he
got frightened and left. He skipped
out the next day after you fellers got
away. Bill wanted him to go along
with him, but he said he was too sick.
Then he claimed to have a telegram
CALM him East, but he never did. I
reckon he must We got cold feet bout
somethin'-enyhow he's gone
"And Miss La Rue?"
"Sure; she took the same train,"
eager now to divulge all he knew.
"But that amt her real name-its a
kind o. long name, an begins with @
I saw 1t in a letter she left upstairs.
but 1 couldn't make 1t all out. She's
married"
The eyes Of Westcott and Miss Don
ovan met. Here was a bit Of strange
news-the La Rue woman married, and
to a man with a long name beginning
with G. The same thought occurred to
them both, yet it was evidently useless
to question Timmons any longer. He
would know nothing and comprehend
less. The girl looked tired, complete
" worn out. and the affair could rest
until morning.
"Take Miss Donovan to a ROOM"
Westcott said shortly. "and I'll run
upstairs and have another look at Cav
endish."
"At whor
"Cavendish. the wounded man we
Just carried in"
swell that's blamed funny. Say, I
don't remember ever hearin' that
name before in all my life till just
now. Come ter think Of 1t, l believe
that was the name in that La Rue
girls letter. I got 1t yere in the
desk; it's torn some, an don't mean
nothin' to me! sounds kinder nutty."
He threw open a drawer, rummaging
within, but without pausing In speech.
"Then a fellow blew in we're this
mornin' off the Limited, asking about
you Jim, an DANCED If I don't be-
lieve he said his name was Cavendish.
The register was full so he didn't
write it down, but that was the name
all right. And now you tote in an
other one. What is this, anyhow-a
family reunion?"
"You say a man by that name was
here-asking for me-"
"Yep; I reckon he's asleep up
stairs, for he never showed up at sup
per"
"In what room, Pete1"
SHINE"
Westcott, with a swift word Of ex-
cuse to Stella, dashed into the hall,
and disappeared up the stairway, TAX
ing three steps at a time A moment
later those below heard MIN pounding
at a door; then his voice sounded:
"This is Jim Westcott; open up"
Timmons stood gazing blankly at
the empty staircase, hopping his face
with a bandanna handkerchief. Then
he removed his hOrn-rimmed specta-
Giles. and polished them, as though what
mind he possessed had become com
pletely dazed.
He turned around and noticed Mis-
Donovan, the sight Of her standing
there bringing back q reminder OF MI
duty.
"He was q sayin' as how likely yel
wanted to 20 to bed, miss"
mot now; I'll wait until Mr.. West
colt comes down. What Is that paper
in your hand? Is that the letter Miss
La Rue leftr"
He held 1t up In surprise. gazing a
II through his glasses.
"Why, Lord bless met Is, isn't 1t
Must have took 1t out O. ther drawer
an never thought Of the darned thini
agin."
MAY I zee lit"
"Sure; faint o. no consequence te'
me; I reckon the woman s0rter packed
In a hurry. and this got lost. Ths
ChtcD Fo,,nd II undar tho he'd