The daily Alaskan., 1920-07-31
Moore Lowered Himself at Arm's Lenoth Over the Narrow Rock ledne

arm. "i got it sized uP proper. Who
 ever them folks are, they've barricaded
 inter that back room. Likely they've
 got a dead range on the front door am 'tH m Mrycs have haG all they want
 lrym to get to 'em in that way. So
 now they're crawlin' in through the
 window Tn1reIl he some hnIlobulon
 in there presently to my notion, an l
 want jri be thar ter see the curtain go uD. WharaboutS are we, MattT
 "1uc; O the bunk house. Whar do yer want ter go? I kin travel round were with my ryos shut"
 "The front O Mendez' cahln." said the marshal shortly. Better take the other Slae: if that door Is down we'll take those fellows in the rear aforc they know what's happening He chvrr-IrI grimly. "Wr'vc sure played
 in luck so far. boys; go easy now, and draw yer guns"
 They were halfway along the side wall when the firing began 0guin-hut
 It was not the MeXicans this time who began it. The shotgun hGr,;od; there was the sound of a falling body; two
 revolver shots and then the sharp ping 1 of g Winchester. Brennan leaped past the hoy ahead and rounded the cor ner. A Mexican stood directly in front of the shattered door peeTing in, a ri- flc vet smoking In his hands. With one swift blow of a revolver butt the
 marshal dropped him in his tracks, the fellow rolling off the steps onto the ground. With OutStretChPd hands hc stopped the others, holding them back
 out of any possible view from within.
 "Ouick now. before that bunch in-
 side gets wise to what's up. We've got 'em COrncVcd. You. Matt, strip the
 jacket of that Mex, an get his hat ;
 bunch 'em up together, and set match to lem. That's the stuff! Now, the minute they blaze throw 'em in through that doorway. Come on, WestCOtt be ready to jump"
 The hat was straw, and the bundle of blazing material landed almost in
 the center of the floor, lighting up the
 whole interior. Almost before 1t i struck, the thrcc men. rcvolvers glcam- ing in their hands. had leapcd across
 the shattered door and confronted the startled band huddled in one corner. Brennan wasted no time, his eyes sweeping over the array of faces, re-
 veaIod by the blaze of fire cn the floor.
 "Hands up, my beaUJirs-cvCry
 mothers son of yer. Yes, mean you,
 yer human CataDillcr. Don't waste any time about f.; I'm the caller fer this dance. Put 'cm up higher, less yer want ter commit suicide. Now drop them rifles on the tloUr-gently.
 friends. gently. Matt, frisk 'em and see what other weapons they carry. ! Ever see nicer bunch O lambs, Jlm?' his lips smiling. but with an ugly look to his gleaming teeth, and steady eyes. { "Why. they'd eat outer yer hand.
 Which one of yer Is Mcndez"
 'He dead, scnor," one fellow man. aged to answer in broken English. "That hepm lie Gar."
 "Wem. that's some comfort" but without glancing about. "NOw kick the guns over this way, Matt, and touch a match to the lamp on thut shelf wonder; and, Jim, perhaps you better stamp cut the fire; we'll not need it any more Great Scott! Whats this?"
 It was Miss Donovan, her dress torn, her hair diSheveled, a revolver still Clasped In her hand, half leveled as though she yet doubted her realization of what. had occurred. She emerged from the. blackueSs of the rear room, advanced step and stood there hesl- ! tGunC her wldc-ouen eyes gazing about