The Lamar register., 1920-06-23

where In Sam Hill Did You Come
From?"
over the summit, ready to report OBJ
servations to the marshal crouched
below.
ITS Moore's team, all right" he
whispered back. ."and Matt is driving
them. There isn't anyone else on the
seat, so / guess he must be alone
1--WE can't be sure of that" returned
Brennan, wise In guarding against
surprises. There was another fellow
with him on the out trip and he might
be lying down back In the wagon.
We'd better both of us hold 'em up.
can hear the creak of the wheels now,
so maybe you best slide down. Is the
outfit loadedT'
Travelling light, ! should say" and
Westcott. after one more glance, crept
down the sand heap and Joined the
waiting man below. Both stood intent
and ready, revolvers drawn. listening.
The heavy wheels grated in the sand.
the driver whIstling to while away the
dreary pull and the horses breathing
heavily. Moore pulled them up with a
jerk as two figures leaped into view.
his whistle coming TO an abrupt pause
HIS fire - was all he said, staring
dumbly down into Brennan's face over
the front wheel. where In Sam Hin
did you come from?'
"I'm the one to ask questions. son."
returned the little marshal. the vicious
blue barrel shining In the sunlight,
''nnd the smarter YOU answer the less
reason ! shall have to hurt yer. Don't
reach for that gun Are you tTGveling
alone?"
Moore nodded. his hands up, but
still grasping the reins.
Then climb down over the wheel.
Jim. take look under that canyns /;
Moore here, is generally a genial surt
o liar and we'd hotter be sure Al
right-hey? Then disirount. Matt. aud
he quici, about it.. Now unbuckle that
belt and hand The whole outfit over 10
Westcott; then wen talk business to-
gethei.~
He showed his own weapon back into
its holster and faced the prisoner. who
had recovered from his first shock 0f
surprise and whose pusnacious temper
WIS beginning 10 assert itself. Brcn-
nan read this in the mans sulky. dc
iinnt glance and his lips smiled
srimiy
Getting bullish are you. Mutt?' he
said, rather softly. Coin ter keep u
close tongue la yer head 50 that's the
gamer Well. | wouldn't. son. II was
you. Now. see here. Moore" and the
inurshui's eyes were like flints. you
know me. reckon. an thnt l amt
much on boys play. You never heard
tell . my hittin' anybody just fer fun
did yer?"
There was no answer
AN yer never heard no one say"
went on Brennan. "tIat | WIS afrai
ter hit when needed to. | reckon als
yer knows what sorter man Jim West
colt IS. Now the two ov Us ain't uut
here in this id Shnshone desert
fer the fun Of it-not 10y 81 jueful Get
that fact into yer head. son an maybe
itll bring yer some sense. DO yer get
me?"
''Ycs," sullenly and reluctantly.
"but yer haven't got nuthin' on me =
'oh. haven't 1? You drove youa /;
woman out here from Haskell night
afore last for Bin Lacy. Amt al-
duction no crime? An that's only one
count. I've had IN eye ON You fer
more'n six months. an Lacy's begl
making Il cat spaw out Of you all that
time. We'll, Lacy is playln' his last
hand right now. an I've got the
cards" The marshal paused, fully
aware that he had struck home. then
added quietly: ut alters struck me,
Matt that naturally you was pretty
decent fellow, but had drifted In with
Il bad crowd. I'm offering you now II
'hnnce TO get straight again" He