The daily Alaskan., 1920-07-13
"Some eoudoir, senOrita," He Said
 Meaningly.

Bamed, her glance wandered aDOUt the cell, seeking vainly flor any sign of wcukneSs, and then, giving way ut- terly to her despair, the girl flung her self on the bench, covering her eyes to shut out those hideOuS surroundings. What should she do? What could she do? What possibility of hone lay ir her own endeavors? From what source could she expect any outside help?
 After those first moments of com plptc despair. there came greater calm ness. in which her mind began to grap- ple with the situation. These outlaws would never dare to take her life. There was no occasion for them to re sort to so desperate a deed. And why should Lacy desire to take her life? Most aSsuredly he did not, or the act would have been already accom- pIiShcd. The very fact of her hay ing been transported such a distance was sufficient evidence of his purpose. The cOnspirators merely suspected her mission in Haskell; they were afraid she knew more of their plans than she really did. The telegram, stolen by Miss La Rue, had convinced the lead CTS that she might prove dangerous II left at large. and they determined to hold her helpless until their scheme had been worked out and they were safely beyond pursuit. That was un- doubtedIy the one'Object of her capture. Lacy had no knowledge that Mendez'S 'S band was at the rendezvous; he sup posed them to be on q cattle raid to the south. with only a man or two of his own left as guard over Cavendish.
 Caypndish! Her mind grasped clear Iy now the fact that the man was not dead. II had not been his body found in the WaldrOn apartments, but that of some other man substituted for purposes of crime. Cavendlsh himself had been lurcd westward, waylaid in some manner and made prisoner, as she and Wcstcott had suspected.
 Through the cooperation of Lacy he had been brought to this desert den. where he could be held indefinite ly, with no chance of diScOvery-killed if necessary. She had heard of such places as this, read of them, yet never before had she realized the possibility of their real existence. It all seemed more like a delirium of fever than an actual fAct. She rubbed her eyes, gazing about OF the rock walls, scare: ly sure she was actually awake. Why one might ride across the desert, and pass by within a hundred yards of it's rim. and never even be aware of the existence of this sunken valley. Yet these men must have made use of it for years, as 8 place to hide stolen cattle. and into which to retreat when- ever pursuit became dangerous.
 Those hutS without were not new. ly built, and this underground cavern had been extended and changed by no small labor. What deeds of violence must have happened here; what i scenes of unbridled debauchery this desert rendezvous must have wit messed. She shuGdered at the thought comprehendlng that these cells had never been chiselled without a pur- pNSe, and that she was utterly help less in the hands of band of thieves and cutthroats, to whom murder meant little enough, If 1t only served their ends. Mendez, no doubt, was brute and monster, yet 1t was Juan Cateras whom she really feared-he was cruel, slimy, seeking to hide his |, hatefulness behind that hldeOus smile and he had already chosen her for ahis. victim. Who would save her