The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-12-23
CHAPTER XIV.
In the TWO Cabins.

The marshal's lips smiled.
"Sure, JIM" he drawled, anything
TO oblige. although this Is Il new one
on me. Come on, Matt: II seem the
gentleman does not wish to he dis
turbed- Well. neither would / un-
der such circumstances. Here you
line up there in single file, and get n
move on you-pronto! Show 'em what
I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks
English at the head Yes, he's the
one. Now look here, amigo, you march
straight out through that door, and
head for the bunk-house-do You get
thatY"
"Si, senior; I savvyl"
Westcott watched the procession file
out, still clasping the partially uncon-
scious girl In his arms. Moore, bring
ing up the rear. disappeared through
the entrance, and vanished into the
night without. Except for the three
motionless bodies, they were alone.
From a distance Brennan's voice
growled out a gruff order to his line Of
prisoners. Then all was still. The
eyes of the girl opened slowly, her lids
trembling, but as they rested on West
colts face, she smiled.
"You are glad ! camef"
"Glad, Why I never really knew
what giadness meant before"
He bent lower, his heart pounding
fiercely. strange words struggling for
u~tterance.
you love met"
She looked at him, all the fervent
Irish soul of her In her eyes. Then
one arm stole upward TO his shoulder.
"As you love me-" she whispered
softly, "as you love mel"
81 can ask no more. sweetheart" he
breathed soberly. and kissed her. AT
last she drew back, still restrained by
his arms, but with her eyes suddenly
grave and thoughtful.
ave forget" she chidei, where we
are. You must let me go now, and
e If he is alive. 1 will wait on the
bench here"
poor old Fred. I'll do what / can
for him-II not be away a minute,
dear
He >ouid see little from the door
way, only the dark shadow of a mans
form lying full length on the floor,
Then he took the lamp down flom the
shelf. and held it so the feeble light
fell upon the upturned face He
stared down at the features thus re-
vealed, unable for the m TO find
expression for his bewilderment.
"Can you come here, dear?" he
called.
She stood beside him. gazing from
his face into those features on which
the rays of the lamp fell.
what Is itY' she questioned breath
lessly. us he dead?'
II do net know but that man is not
Cavendish. VIII you hold the iGInp
until ! learn If he is alive2"
She took it In trembling hands, sup
porting herself against the wall, while
he crossed the room, and knelt b side
the motionless figure. A careful ex-
animation revealed the mans wound
TO be painful though not particularly
serious, Westcott lifted the mans
head and the motion caused the eye.
lids TO fiutter. Slowly the eyes opened.
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily. the dull stare In his eyes
changing to a look Of bewildered in
t~elligence.
"where am II" he asked thickly.
"Oh, yes, / remember; / was shot.
Who are your
Il am Jim westcott; do you remem-
Der mel"
The searching eyes evidenced nc
sense of recollection.
s.No," he said, struggling to make
the words clear. 81 never heard thai
name before"
Miss Donovan came forward, the
lamp In her hand. the light shining
full In her face.
sBut you told me you were Mr.
Cayendish," she exclaimed, "and Mr.
Westcott was an old friend of his
surely you must rememberf'
He looked up at her. aud endeav
ored 10 smile, yet for the moment dit
net answer. He seemed fascinated b.
fhe picture abe made, az though som'
xi61ou had suddenly appeared befor
- remernbsr you." he said .
49, sYou-you ere Miss Donovan
I'm pever forGet you; but I never cav
11liu IN befoco-rm ny g mat"