Phoenix tribune., 1920-08-14

educated ana d gentleman of tasre.
Finally the reason came out.
"Tm a college man. he explained
proudly. $50 was my partner-same
class. But one can't always remain
in the admirable East, and three years
ago he and came here prospecting.
Actually struck some pay-dirt in the
hills yonder, too, but it sort of petered
out on US. 1t was broken in two by
some upheaval of nature. We were
still trying to find it when my part
ner's father died and he went East to
claim the fortune that was left. 1
struck the vein again-when my last
dollar was gone. That was a month
ago. wired my old partner for help,
but" de stopped, listening intently.
They We're nearing a small bridge
over Bear creek. the sounds of Has
kell's revelers growing neater and
louder. Suddenly they heard an oath
and shot, and the next moment a
wild rider lashing a foaming horse
with stinging quirt, was upon them.
Westcott barely had time to swing the
girl to safety as the tornado flew past.
"The drunken foolr' he muttered
quietly. "a puncher riding for camp.
There will be more up ahead prob
ably"
His little act of heroism drew the
man strangely near to Miss Donovan,
and as they hurried along in the silent
night she felt that above all he was
dependable, as if, too, she had known
him months, aye years. instead of a
scant hour. And in this strange coun.
try she needed a friend.
Nov that I've laid bare my past"
he was saying, don't you think you
might tell me why you are here?"
The girl stiffened. To say that she
was from the New York Star would
close many avenues OF information to
her. No, the thing to do was to adopt
some "stall" that would enable her to
idle about as much as she chose. Then
the mad horseman gave her the idea.
"OhF" she exclaimed, "I forgot I
hadn't mentioned it. I'm assigned by
ScrIbbler's Magazine to do an article
on The Old West, Is 1t Really Gone?'
and, Mr.. Westcott, 1 think 1 have a
lovely start"
a few moments later she thanked
Providence for her precaution. for her
companion resumed the story of his
mining claim.
It's might funny 1 haven't heard
from that partner. 1t isn't like him
not to answer my wire. That's why
I've waited every night at the depot.
No, it's not like Pep even if he does
take his leisure at the College club
Miss Donovan's spine tingled at the
mention of the name. "Pep," she MUIR
INJURED, trying to be calm. "What was
his other name?"
"Cayendish," Westcott replied.
Frederick Cavendish.'
A gasp almost escaped the girls
/ lips. Here, within an hour she had
linked the many eastern clues of the
CaVendish affair with one in the West.
Was ever girl so lucky? And imrne-
diately her brain began to work furi-
ously as she walked along.
4 sudden turn about the base of a
large cliff brought them to Haskell a
single street running up the broaden
ing valley, lined mostly with shacks,
although a few more pretentious
buildings were scattered here and
there, while an occasional tent tapped
its discolored canvas in the night wind.
They went forward, Westcott watch
full and silent, the valise in one hand,
the other grasping her arm. The mar
row stretch of sidewalk was jammed
with men, surging in and out through
the open door Of saloon, and the
two held to the middle of the road,
which was lined with horses tied to
long poles. Men reeled out into the
street. and occasionally the sharp
crack of some frolicsome revolver
punctuated the hoarse shouts and
bursts of drunken laughter. No other
woman was visible, yet, apparently, no
particular attention was paid to their
progress. But the stream of men
thickened perceptibly, until Westcott
was obliged to shoulder them aside
good-humoredly in order to open
passage. He released her arm and
suddenly gripped the shoulder of
man passing. He was the town mar
shall.
"Say, Dan, reckon this is your busy
night, but l wish you'd help me run
this lady through as far as Timmons;
this bunch of longhorns appear to be
milling, and we're plum stalled"
The man turned and stared Gf them.
Short, stockily built, appearing at first
view almost grotesque under the broad
brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing the
marshal, was conscious only of a clean
shaven face, a square jaw and a pair
Of stern blue eyes.
"Oh, is that you Jim| he asked,
briefly. Lord, don't see why big
boob like you should need a guardian.
The lady? Pardon me, madam" and
he touched his hat. "Stand back there,
you fellows. Come on, folks !"