Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1920-06-18

II and its burden free from the island,
although II moved slowly and noise
lessly on its way. The two men deep
ly submerged on either side, with heads
held rigid against the wet bark, were
indistinguishable. Out from the deep
er shadow, Brennan gently controlled
the unwieldy affair, and keeping it as
nearly as possible to the center. by the
nOiseless movement of hand under
water. No alarm greeted its progress,
and at last, confident that they were al
ready safely below the extent of the
guard line, the two men, clinging to its
wet sides, ventured to kick out quietly.
and thus hasten its progress. 1t came
ashore at the extreme end of the curve,
and, after moment of intent listen
ing, the yOyagers crept up the sand
and in whispers discussed the next eff
fort of their escape. The belts were
unstrapped from about the log, reload
ed with cartridges, and buckled around
dripping waists, before they clambered
cautiously up the low bank. The road
was just beyond, but between them
and IL arose the almost shapeless form
Of a small house, mere darker
shadow in the gloom of the night.
"Where are wer questioned West
colt.
"Just back Of old Beecher's shack.
He's trucking down Benson way, but is
liable to have some grub stored inside.
was countin' on this for our COM
missary department. Come on, Jim
time is money just now"
The door was unlocked, and In less
than ten minutes they emerged once
more into the open bearing their spoils
-WescOtt, slab Of bacon and smalr
frying pan; Brennan paper sack Of
eornmeal, with couple of specimens
Of canned goods. He had also resur-
rected gunny sack somewhere, I'm
which the things were carefully
wrapped. and made secure for trans
pOrtation.
Didn't feel no terbacco, did yer,
Jimf" the marshal questioned solic-
.tously. 81 reckon not, though; OIL
Beecher never would leave nuthin'
ike that lynn round. Well, Lord we
ought ter be thankful fer what we've
got. Now, If we can only get away
with them hOsses."
They wOrmed their way forward to
the edge of the road through a fringe
Of bushes. Westcott laden with the bun
lie. Except for the sound of distant
voices and an occasional loud laugh,
the night was still. They could almost
hear their own breathing, and the
,rackle Of dry twig underfoot
sounded to strained nerves like the
report Of a gun. Crouching at the
edge of the road they could see
fairly well what was before them, as
revealed by the lights shining forth
though the dlngy windows of the
saloon. A hum OF voices echoed out
into the night. but the platform In
front of the door was deserted. Oc-
rasiOnally some wanderer either en-
tered or departed, merging into the
crowd within or disappearing through
the darkness without. To the left of
the building. largely within its shadow,
stretched the hitch rail to which were
fastened fully dozen cow-ponies, most
n them revealed only by their restless
movements. although the few nearest
the door were plainly enough visible
In the reflection of light. Brennan's
hand closed heavily on the arm of the
other.
well pick out the two critters far
thest from the light" he muttered,
an trust ter luck. Wen have to lead
EN- ways afore we mount. Shall we
try II now?"
"The sooner the better"
That's me- Blamed II thought I'd
be boss thief but when a Teller as
sociates with Bill Lacy there's no
KNOWN what he will come to. We