The daily Alaskan., 1920-07-10

They clambered Cautiously Up the
 Low Bank.
 time Is money just now"
 The door was unlocked, and In less than ten minutes they emerged once more into the open bearing their spells -Wescott, a slab of bacon and a small frying pan; Brennan a paper sack of cornmeal, with couple of specimens of canned goods. He had also resur. rected a gunny sack somewhere, in which the things were carefully wrapped, and made secure for trans pOrtatlOn.
 "Dldn't feel no terbaeco, did yer, Jim?" the marshal questioned sollc- itously. 'I reckon not, though; oP | Reecher never would leave nuthin' like that lyln' 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 dle. 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 crackle of a dry twig underfoot sounded to strained nerves like the report of a gun. CrouChing at the edge of the road they could see fairly we'll what was before them, as revealed by the lights shining forth though the dingy windows of the saloon. A hum of voices echoed out i into the night, but the platform in | front of the door was deserted. Oc- casiOnally some wanderer either en- tered Or departed, merging Into the crowd within or disappearing through 1 the darkness without. To the left of the building, largely within Its shadow, stretched the hitch rail to which were fastened fully a dozen cow-pOnies, most of 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.
 "Wen pick out the two critters far thcSt from the light" he muttered, "an' trust ter luck. We'll have to lead em a ways afOre we mount Shall we tr- it now?"
 "The sooner the better"
 "That's me. Blamed If I thought I'd be a hoss thief, but when a feller as- sociates with Bill Lacy there's no knOwin what he will come to. We better try the other side O the road, | Jim."
 They were in the flicker of light for scarcely an instant, merely two dart i ing shadows, vanishing once more swiftly and silently into the gloom. Nor were they much longer In releas- ing the two cow-ponies. Westcott tied his bundle to the cantle Of the saddle and then, bridle reins In hand, the do- Cile animals following their new mas ters without resistance, the men led them over the smooth turf well back from the range of light. They were a quarter of a mile from the Red Dog before Brennan, slightly In advance, yentured to enter the road.
 Its safe enough now, Jim, ant we don't wanter lose no time. Ever crossed Shoshone?" .....-
 ''No."
 "Well, it's a little bit O h-l after sunup, an we'll have a twenty-mile ride before We strike water. We'll start slow"
 They swung into saddle, the road be- fore them a mere black ribbon revealed only by the gleam of a few far off stars peering through rifts in the clouds. Brennan rode slightly in ad- vance, trusting his mount largely to pick out the way, yet leaning forward eagerly scanning every shadow and listening for the slightest warning There was some movement to the left, where the hotel trail led down the bank, and instantly both men drew up their ponies and remained intent and rigid. Brennan's hand rested on the butt of his revolver, but for the moment neither could determine what was moving in the intense blackness Of the hillside. Then something spectral advanced into the starlight of the road and confronted them. .. "Is that you, Mir. Cassidy" asked a woman's voice softly. t
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