The daily Alaskan., 1920-08-03

"And when you left for the coasE you took the midnight train on the New York Central?"
 "Yes. l had intended taking an earlier one, but was delayed"
 "You bought return tickets at the statlon2"
 "No; I had return tickets; they had to be validated"
 "Then your name was signed to them; what Is your usual signatureP
 "F. Cavendlsh."
 "I thought so. Stella, this has all been a strange blunder, but 1t is per fectly clear how it happened. That man Beaton evidently had never seen Frederick CaveGdIsh. He was simply informed that he would leave New York on that train. He met thls Cav endlsh on board, perhaps even saw his signature on the ticket, and cul- tivated his acquaintance. The follow never doubted but what he had the right man."
 The marshal of Haskell came out Of the bunk-house, and closed the door carefully behind him. He was rather proud of his nights's work, and felt quite confident that the dl5armed Mexl- cans locked within those strong log walls, and guarded by Moore, with q loaded rifle acress his knee, would re- main quiet until daylight. Naturally, and ordinarily Mir. Brennan was con- siderable of q cynic, but just now he felt In far more genial and sympa- thetIC mood.
 "Jim's some man." he confded to himself. uncOnsciOusly speaking aloud. An the girls a nervy little thIng-al' mighty good lOokin', too. l reckon it'll cost me a months salary fer a weddtn' present, so maybe the jokes on me-" His mind reverted to Mendez. Five thousand on the old cuss," he nut tered gloOmlly, "an' somebody else got the chance to pot hIm. Well, by hOoky, whoever t was sure did a good job 1t was thet shotgun cooked his goose, iudgin' from the way hIs face was pcppercd. Five thousand dOllars-oh, h-lW
 His eyes followed the outline of the valley, able to distinguish the darker silhouette of the cliffs outstanding against the sky sprinllcd with stafs' | Far away toward the northern eXrem- lty a dull red glow Indicated the pres enCe Of a small fire.
 "Herders," Brennan sOllloQuized, his
 thought instantly shifting. "Likcly to
 be two, maybe three ov 'em out there an then there's them two on guard al
 the head O the trail. I reckon they're
 wonderful what all this yerc shootin' means; hut 'taiu't probable they'll kick up any fuss vet awhile. We can handle them all right if they do. HuIlo, there! | What's comin' nOwi"
 It was the thud of a horses hOOfs being ridden rapidly. Brennan dropped . Co the ground, and skurrled out of the 1 light. He could perceive nothing of the 1 approaching rider, but whoever the fel- low was he made no effort at secrecy. ! He drove his horse down the bank and into the stream al a gallop, sulashed nuisiv through thn water and came luWnE up rhe nearer incline. Almost 1 in front Of the bUuh-house he seemed ! suddenly struck Ky tue silence and 1 -lonm of lights, for he pulled his pony 1 ur,with a jerk. and sat there, staring about. To the marshal, crowching against the earth. his revolver drawn, horse and man appeared a grotcsIuo ! shadow.
 1 "HuIoI the fellow shouted. "Nvhats up? Did you think this was Christ mas eye?" Hey thcre-Nendez: Cate ras."
 The little marshal strengthened up, and took a step forward; the light , from the cabin window EliStcned wick rny on the blue steel of his gun bar rpl.
 Hands uH, RlU" he said quietly, in a voice carrying conviction. None of