The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-10-15
CHAPTER TX.
w.s.cott Finds Himself Alone.

Westcott Finds Himself Alone. 4
1t never occurred to Westcott on his
escape through the darkness that his
nights adventure would in any way
endanger Miss Donovan. He was on
the property of La Rosita Mining COM
pany upon his own account, and not In
reference to the Cavendish case at all
,--or, at least, this last was merely In
cidentai. III.
From where he lay he could see
across the bare, rock-strewn hillside to
the distant hut, outlined by the CLEAN
of light within, and perceive the black.
silhouette of the shafthouse. He could
dimly distinguish figures as they
passed In and out of the glare Of light,
and was aware that Moore had been
found and carried within the hut, but
remained ignorant of the fact that the
leaving Of knife in the window had
revealed his identity. There was no
attempt at pursuit, which gave him
confidence that Lacy failed to compre-
bend the importance of what had been
overheard, yet he chung to his hiding
place until all the men had re-entered
the office.
II was late the next morning before
Westcott rode into Haskell and
stabling his horse, which bore all the
marks of hard riding, proceeded, to-
ward the Tlmmons house. He had
utilized, as best he could, the hours
eli nax hoH a
from La Rosita to put his own affairs
| in order so that he might feel free to
! camp on the conspirators' trail and
risk all in an effort to rescue Caven-
| dish. The night had been hard one,
but Westcott was still totally uncon-
scious of fatgue--his whose thought
centered on his purpose. AS he rode
slowly up the street in the bright sun
| light his mind reverted to Stella Dono-.
van. Eager for the greeting which he
felt assured awaited him, he strobe.
through the open door into the office.
The room was vacant, but as he
crossed the floor toward the desk the
proprietor entered the opening leading
into the barroom beyond.
Hello, Jim - he cried ut sight of
the other. Thought you'd be back.
but d 1t, yer too late-she's-shes
gone; almighty pretty girl, too. / told
the boys it was a blame shame fer
her Ter run off hathaway"
"Who has run orr" And Westcott's
hand crushed down on the mans shopl-
der what are you talking about?'
ME! Let up, will yer? Yer was
here hopin' ter see that New York girl,
wasn't yerT' D..
Miss Donovan? Yes"
.Td forgot her name. Well, she
amt yere-she's left"
'Left--gone from town.
"Sure; skipped cut sudden In the
uight; took the late train East, reck.
on. Never sed no word to nobody
just naturally packed up her buds an
liked"
Westcott drew a deep breath.
surely you do not mean she left
without any explanation7 She must,
have paid her bill. y.
"Oh, eshe was square enough-sure.
Sheslef money an note pinned to
! het, pillow; sed she'd lust got mes
sage calm her home-want ter see
whut she wrote7"
| "You bet do, Timmons r. :.
| Timmons waddled around behind the
desk and ran his hand into drawer.
Evidently he considered the matter a
huge joke, but Westcott snatched the
paper from his fingers impatiently and
eagerly read the few hastily penclled
lines: W 49, ~
'Have received message calling
me East at once. Shall take the night
train, and lnclose sufficient money to
pay for my entertainment.
IS D.
He stared at the words, u deep
crease between his eyes. II was
wbman's handwriting, and at first
glance there was nothing Impossible In
such an action on her part. Yet II was
strange, IL she had departed no sud.
denly without lenving any message for
him. His eyes.pnrrowed with aroused
suspicion as Ne looked up from the slip
Of paper and confronted the amrsed
TImmons across the desk. *
"Apd tint was all, was lt--just this
note and the cash There ---s nothing
uddr~s=ef "a xsr !. y
The hoteIKseper shook his head. :
t"when did you zee her last !"
! Bout nins s'teck ! r1skod ; -
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