The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1920-03-11

lost forever the frresponslbllity Of
Few months before. She saw in him
an frcn will, shrewdness. courage and
resource. Out Of ten thousand men
there were none whose voice drummed
on her heartstrings as did that Of this
youth.
Two men sat In log cabin on oppo.
site sides of cheap table. One of them
was Immersed in Il newspaper. His
body was relaxed, his mind apparently
at ease. The other watched him
malevolently. His fingers caressed the
handle of revolver that protruded
from the holster at his side. He would
have liked nothing better than to have
drawn 1t and sent a bullet crashing
into the unperturbed brain of his pris-
oner.
There were reasons of policy why
1t were better to curb this fascinating
desire, but sometimes the impulse to
Kill surged up almost uncontrollably.
On these occasions Luck Cullison was
usually "devillng' him. the only diver
sion that had been open to the ranch
"uh loi SvlHt uuyS past,
From time to time as Luck read he
commented genially on the news.
Blackwell merely scowled. Given his
way, Cullison would not be here to
read the Sentinel. But the brains Of
the conspiracy had ruled otherwise
and Insisted, too, upon decent treat
ment- With one ankle securely tied to
leg Of the table there was no danger
In freeing the hands Of the cattleman.
but his hosts saw that never for an in
stant were hands and feet at liberty to-
Rether. For this man was not the one
with whom to take chances.
Culison read on:
Lieutenant O'Connor of the Ari-
zona rangers left town today for a
short trip into the hills, where he eI-
poets to spend few days hunting
Hunting what, do you reckon2 Or
hunting who. should say. Ever meet
Bucky O'Connor Blackwell? No.
reckon not. He's since your time. A
crack kerjack, too! Wonder If Bucky
amt after some friends of mine"
"Shut up" growled the other.
"Sure you'll shut up-when BNcky
lands on you," retorted Luck cheerful
ly. Then, with Il sudden whoop:
"IIcllo, here's personal TO your ad-
dress. Listen. The friends of l.. G.
serve notice that what occurred at the
Jack of Hearts is known. Any violence
hereafter done to him will be paid for
to the limit. No guilty man will cs-
cape SO the boys arc getting busy.
figured they would be-"
The former convict leaned forward
angrily. "Lcmme see that paper"
His guest handed it over, an index
finger pointing out the item. Large
as life, blackwell. No, sir. You CO.
tainly didn't ride herd proper on that
opportunity"
Don't be too sure it's gone, Mr..
Sheriff"
"Thcy'vc got you dead to rights.
Read that personal again. Learn 1t
by heart. The friends of l.. G. give
warming You better believe they're
rounding up your outfit. They know
I'm alive. They know all about the
Jack of Hearts. Pretty soon they'll
know where you've got me hidden"
"You'd better pray they won't. For
If they find the nest it will be empty.
Look out of that window behind you"
Luck turned. The cabin was built
on ledge far up on the mountain
side From the back wall slopcd for
hundred feet an almost perpendic-
ular slide of rock.
"Thcres prospect hole down
there" Blackwell explained savagcly.
"You'd go down the Devils Slide
what's left of you, / mean-deep into
that prospect hole. The timberings
are rOtted and the whole top of the
working ready to cave in. When your
body hits 1t there will be an avalanche
with Mr.. Former Sheriff Cullison at
the bottom of 1t. You'll be buried
without any funeral expenses, and I
reckon your friends will never know
where to put the headstone."
The thing was devilishly simple and
feasible. Luck, still looking out Of
the window, felt the blood run cold
down his spine. for he knew this fell
low would never stick at murder II
he felt 1t would be safe.
$50 you see I'm right; you'd better
pray your friends won't find you.
They can't reach hero without being
heard. II they get to hunting these
hills you sure want to hope they'll
stay cold, for just as soon as they get