The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-03-11

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her sobs "Of course. it'll come
out all right-as soon as he finds out
what they're saying. Saddle two
horses right away, Bob
Sure. Wen soon find where he is,
l bet you
The setting sun found their journey
less than half done. Kate was tor
tured with anxiety. Deep within her
something denied that her father could
be gone out OF a world so good. And
If he were alive, Curly Flandrau
would find hin-Curly and Dick be-
tween them. Luck Cullison had plenty
of good friends who would not stand
by and see him wronged.
Any theory of his disappearance
that accepted his guilt did not occur
to her mind for an instant. The two
had been very close to each other.
Luck had been in the habit of saying
smlhngly that she was his major domo,
his right bower. Some share of his
laWiesS temperament she inherited,
enough to feel sure that this particu-
lar kind Of wrongdoing was impossible
for him. He was reckless. sometimes
passionate, but she did not need to re-
assure herself that he was scrupulous-
ly honest.
This brought her back to the only
other tenable hypothesis-foul play.
And from this she shrank with a quak-,
ing heart. For surely if his enemies
wished to harm him they would de-
stroy him.. and this was a conclusion
against which she fought desperately.
The plaza clock doomed ten strokes
as they rode into Saguache. Macken-
zie was waiting for them on the steps
of the hotel.
Have they-has anything BEEN"
The owner Of the Fiddlebaclz shook
his grizzled head. mot. yet. Didn't
you meet Curly?"
NO
''He rode out to come in with you,
but if he didn't meet you by ten he
was to come back. You took the north
road, l reckon?'
Eyes"
He put an arm around her Shout
ders and drew her into the hotel with
cheerful talk.
Come along, Bob. We're going to
tuck away a good supper first off.
While you're eating, Til tell you all
there is to be told.''
Kate opened her lips to say that she
was not hungry and could not possibly
eat bite, but she thought better of
it. Bob had tasted nothing since noon,
and of course he must be fed.
Curly came into the room, and the
girl rose to meet him. He took her
little hand in his tanned muscular one,
and somehow from his grip she gath
cred strength.
"Pm so glad you've come" she said
simply.
Pm glad you're glad" he smiled
cheerfully.
He knew she had been crying, that
she was suffering cruelty, but he of
fered her courage rather than maudlin
sympathy. Hope seemed to flow
through her veins at the meeting Of
the eyes. Whatever man could do
for her would be done by Curly.
They talked the situation over to-
gether.
GAS it looks to me, we've got to find
out two things-first. what has be-
come of your father and, second. who
did steal that money. / don't see it
yet, but there's some link between the
two things. ] mean between the rob-
berry and his disappearance"
"How do you mean?" Kate asked.
well say the robbers were his enc
mies-some of the Soapy Stone outfit,
maybe They have got him out of the
way to satisfy their grudge and to
make people think he did it. UnfOrtu-
nately there is evidence that makes it
look as if he might have done it
what they call corroborating testi-
mOny."
What does Sheriff Bolt think?'
Curly waved the sheriff aside. ut
don't matter what he thinks, Miss
Kate. He says he thinks Luck was
mixed up in the holdup. Maybe that's
what he thinks, but we don't want, to
forget that Cass Fendrick made him
sheriff and your father fought him to
a fare-you-well."
I'D like to talk with Bolt, the
young woman announced.
Cali right" Mackenzie assented.
Tomorrow mo'ning-
mo, tonight, Uncle Mac"
The cattleman looked at her in sur
prise. Her voice rang with decision
Her slight figure seemed compact WITH
energy and resolution. was this the
girl who had been in helpless tears not
ten minutes before?
'Tll see if he's at his office Maybe
he'll come up." Curly said.