Charlevoix county herald., 1920-07-23
"Only that we've got back. Timmons

mussed up by no lynchin' party" the
landlords voice full Of regret. '"Then
this we're gal; she wrote me she'd gone
back East"
Westcott laughed.
"Stow your crouch, old man, and
give us q hand. There will be no
lynching, because Lacy Is In the hands
of the marshal. AS to this lady, she
never sent you that note. She was alb
Quoted by force and has just escaped.
Don't stand there like fool. I'll tell
you the story later There's a wound
ed man under the canvas there. Come
on and help me carry him inside"
TimmOns. sputtering but impotent to
resist, took hold reluctantly, and the
two together bore the helpless Caven-
dish through the deserted Office and up
the stairs to the second floor, where he
was comfortably settled and q doctor
sent for. The task was sufficiently
strenuous to require all the breath
Timmons possessed, and he managed
to repress his eager curiosity until the
wounded man had been attended to.
Once In the hall, however, and the door
closed, he could no longer control him
self.
"Now see yere, Jim Westcott," he
painted, one hand gripping the stair
rail, 1--WE got ter know what's up
afore ] throw open this yere hotel to
yer free use this-away. AS a general
thing / amt round huntin' trouble-I
reckon yer know that-but this yere
affair beats me. What was 1t yer said
about Bill LacyT
"HN's under arrest, charged with
cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy
and about everything else on the cal
endar. Brennan's got him, and like.
wise the evidence to convict"
| "GOOd Lord Is that so?'
ut 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' eyes were fairly popping
out Of his head, his voice mere
thread of sound.
Don't that beat h-lw he managed
to articulate. where's the marshall"
"Riding herd at 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
question or two 1 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 room 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 q nights rest will do wonders. And
now, Timmons," he turned to the be-
wildered landlord, as that man En-
right upstairsi"
"The New York lawyer2 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 telegram
calm him East, but he never did, ]
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-it's O
kind O. long name, an begins with q.
/ saw II in a letter she left upstairs,
but / couldn't make Ii all out. She's
married"
The eyes of Westcott and Miss DON
oyan met. Here was bit OF strange
news-the La Rue woman married, and
to a man with long name beginning
with G. The same thought occurred to
them both, yet II was evidently useless
to question Timmons any longer. lie
would know nothing ahd comprehend
less. The girl looked tired, complete
ly worn out. and the affair could rest
until morning.
"Take Miss Donovan to q ROOM"
| WestcOtt said shortly, "and Ill run
upstairs and have another look at Cav
endish."
"At Who'll"
ecayepdish, the wounded man we
Just carried In"
"Well, that's blamed funny. Say, l
don't remember ever hearin' that
name before IN all my life till just
now. Come ter think Of 1t, believe
that was the name In that La Hue
girls letter. / got 1t we're In the
desk; It's torn some. an don't mean
n0thin' to me sounds kinder nutty,"
He threw open drawer. rummaging
within, but without pausins In speech,
"Then fellow blew In we're this
mornip' off the Limited, asking about
you, Jim, an DANCED IL 1 don't be
lieve he said his name was Cayendish.
The register was full so he didn't
write IL down, but that was the name
ali right, And now you tote In an
other one. what is this. anyhow
family reunionT
you say a man by that name was