Cavalier County farmers press. (Langdon, N.D.) 1920-1921, 1920-05-06

SnO! WHIT are you 1OOlluS Will
Cass Hendricks sheep for?" he
grumbled.
ut isn't q sheep, but a lamb. And
I'm not going to see it suffer, no mat
ter who owns it. I'll just ride across
and leave it outside the fence" she
said.
"Lemme go. 1 know the river bet
ter"
Sweeney did not wait for her assent,
but swung to the saddle. She handed
him the lamb, and he forded the
stream.
into a wash as he reached the fence.
The rider held up the lamb, jabbered
a sentence Of broncho Spanish at the
spot where the man had been, put
down his bleating burden, and can
tered back to his own side Of the river.
An hour later, Kate, on the return
trip, topped the rise where she had
found the lamb. Pulling up her pony,
to rest the horse from its climb, she
gazed back across the river to the roll
ing ridges among which lay the G. f.
ranch. Oddly enough, she had never
seen Cass Fendrick. He had come to
Papago county a few years before, and
had bought the place from an earlier
settler. In the disagreement that had
fallen between the two men, she al
wholly Oh the side of her father. Some
times she had wondered what manner
of man this Cass Fendrick might be;
disagreeable, of course, but after pre-
cisely what fashion?
"Your property, I believe, Miss Gull
lison."
She turned at sound Of the suave,
amused drawl, and looked upon a dark,
slim young man of picturesque APP
p%earance. He was bowling to her with
an obvious intention Of OVERRIDING it.
Her instinct told the girl who he
was. She did not need to ask herself
any longer what Cass Fendrick looked
like.
He was holding out to her the blood
stained kerchief hat had been tied to
the lambs leg.
II didn't are to have it returned"
she told him with cold civility.
"Now, if you'd only left a note to
say so, it would have saved me quite q
considerable climb" he suggested.
In spite Of herself a flicker of
amusement lit her eyes. She had q
sense of humor. Il did not think of
that, and since you have troubled to
return it to me, I can only say thank
you"
She held out her hand for the kerr
chief, but he did not move. II don't
know but what I'll keep it. after all,
for q souvenir"
She ignored his sardonic mockery.
II cont let live creatures suffer when
I can help it.. Are you going to give
me my handkerchief"
|. Haven't made up my mind yet.
Perhaps I'll have it washed and bring
it home to you"
She decided he was trying to firt
with her, and turned the head of her
horse to start.
"Now your father has pulled his
freight, 1 expect it will be safe to CALI
he added.
The bride rein frightened. "What
nonsense are you saying about my fa-
ther?"
mo news, Miss Cullison; just what
everybody is saying, that he has gone
to cover on account of the holdup."
A chill fear drenched her heart. do
you mean the holdup of the Limited at
Tin Cup?
mo l don't" He looked at her
sharply. Mean to say you haven't
heard of the holdup Of the w. & S.
Express company at %Saguache?"
mo. When was it,"
Tuesday night. The man got
away with twenty thousand dollars"
And what has my father to do with
that?" she demanded haughtily.
A satisfied spleen purred in his
voice. my dear young lady, that is
what everyone is asking"
What do you mean? Say it." There
was fear as well as anger in her voice.
Had her father somehow got into
trouble trying to save Sam2
"Oh, I'm saying nothing. But what
Sheriff Bolt means is that when he
gets his handouts on Luck Cullison
he'll have the man that can tell him
where that twenty thousand u.s."
"It's q lie"
He waved his hand airily, as one
who declined responsibility in the mat
ter, but his dark, saturnine face,
Sparkled with malice.
Maybe so. Seems to be some evil
dence, but / reckon he a explain
that away-when he comes back. The
holdup dropped a hat with the initials
l.. G. in the band. since identified as
his. He had lost a lot of money at
poker. Next day he paid it. He had
no money in the bank. but maybe he
! found it growing on a Cactus BUSH"
"YGu liar!" she painted, eyes blaa.