Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-07-23

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but" He stopped, listening intently.
They were nearing q small bridge
over Bear creek, the sounds of Has
kell's jewellers growing nearer and
louder. Suddenly they heard an oath
and shot, and the next moment
wild rider, flashing q f0aming horse
with singing Quirt, was upon them.
Westcott barely had time to swing the |
girl to safety as the tornado flew past.
1.-THE drunken fool" he muttered
quietly. "A puncher riding for camp.
There will be more up ahead prob
ably"
His little act of heroism drew the
man strangely near TO Miss Donovan,
and as they hurried along In the silent
night she felt that above all he was
dependable, as If, too, she had known
him months, aye years, instead of a
scant hour. And In this strange coun-
try she needed friend.
"Now that I've laid bare my past"
ne was saying, 'fdon't you think you
might tell me why you. are hereY
The girl stiffened To say that she
was from the New York Star would
close many avenues of, information to
her. No, the thing to do was to adopt
some stair that would enable her to
idle about as much as she chose. Then
the mad horseman gave her the idea.
"Ohp she, exclaimed, 81 forgot
hadn't mentioned it. I'm assigned by
Scribbler's Magazine TO do an article
on The Old West. Is II Really Gone9'
and, Mr.. Westcott, 1 think z have a
lovely start"
A few moments later she thanked
Providence for her precaution, for her
companion resumed the story of his
mining claim.
ITS might funny haven't heard
from that partner. 1t isn't like him
not to answer my wire. That's why
I've waited every night at the depot.
No, it's not like Pep, even If he does
take his leisure at the College club"
Miss Donovan's, spine tingled at the
, mention of the name, "Pep," she muir
INJURED, trying to be calm. "What was
his other name?"
"Cavendish," Westcott replied
: | 'ffeueflck CHVenulSn.
A gasp almost escaped the girls
lips. Here, within an hour, she had
, linked the many eastern clues Of the
: Cavendish affair with one In the West
Was ever girl so lucky7 And imme
diately her brain began to work furi
ously as she walked along.
, A sudden turn about the base of |
! large cliff brought them to Haskell.
!, single street running up the broaden
ing valley, lined mostly with shacks
although few more pretentiOu
Z buildings were scattered here ant
there, while an occasional tent fiappe'
its discolored canvas in the night vino
They went forward, Westcott watch
full and silent, the valise in one hand
the other grasping her arm. The nal
! row stretch Of sidewalk was jamme
= with men, surging in and out throug
the open door of saloon, and tn
two held to the middle of the roa'
! which was lined with horses tied
long poles. Men reeled out into tn
street, and occasionally the shar
crack Of some frolics0me revolvC
punctuated the hoarse shouts an
bursts of drunken laughter. No oth'
woman was visible, yet, apparently,
particular attention was paid to the
progress. But the stream Of me
i thickened perceptibly. until Westco
was obliged to shoulder them asst
II go0d-humoredly in order to open
N passage. He released her arm al
81 suddenly gripped the shoulder of
II man passing. He was the town ms
shall.
"Say, Dan, reckon this is your blu
M night, but I wish you'd help me r
III this lady through as far as Timmon
VII this bunch of longhorns appear to
" milling, and we're plum stalled"
! The man turned and stared at the
Al Short, stoclxily built. appearing at fl
m view almost grotesque under the bro
Ell brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing
III marshal, was conscious only Of Gle
VI shaven face, square jaw and p
| OF stern blue eyes.
sob. is that you. Jim?" he ask
briefly. "Lord, don't see why
boob like you should need guard
y he touched his hat. "stand back tn,
v Won fellows. Come on, folks |"
The little marshal knew his b.
red ness, and It was also evident that
crowd knew the little marshal. Dr.
and onarrelsome as many of Il
dis we're. they made way-the more
AS streperous sullenly, but the majo
raj In a spirit Of rough good humor.
be- three passed straight through
was surging mass In the man-crowded
his by of the disreputable hotel.
ntly At the desk, wlde-eyed with ex'
aste. ment, Miss Donovan took a serN
worn pen proffered by landlord
lined Tinmons. whose gray whiskers '
,ame as unkempt as his hotel, and r.