The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-11-26

Mexes on the main trail. You couldn'
go straight, but would have ter circle
out an travel mostly behind that ridg'
| o. sand thar to the left. Coin tina
away nobody's likely ter get sight O
| yer on foot. You couldn't take M
boss, though. Here'd be my plan
Lead this we're outfit o. mine an you
ponies back inter them sand dunes
whar nobody ever goes. They're tire'
'nough ter stand, an there amt any
thing fer 'em to Craze on. Then W.
kin hoof It over ter the place I'm tell
in yer about, an yer kin sorter siz'
1t mp fer yerselves. That's fair, aim
it?"
They went at II with a will. The
team was driven into the security OF
the sand drifts and unhitched. The
saddles were taken from the backs OF
the ponies. and what grain Moore had
In the wagon was. carefully appor'
toned among the four animals. Salts
fed these would not stray, the men
looked carefully to their supply OF
ammunition and set forth on their
tramp.
This proved a harder Journey than
either Brennan or Westcott had an
ticipated, for Moore led Off briskly,
taking a wide circle, until consider
able ridge concealed their movements
from the south. At last Moore turned
sharply and plunged into what resem-
bled a narrow ravine through the
ridge. Here they struggled knee deep
in the sand, but finally emerged on the
very rim overlooking the valley.
So perfectly was 1t concealed they
were within ten feet Of the edge be-
fore the men, their heads bent in the
strenuous effort to advance, even real
lied its immediate presence. Moore
grinned as he noted the surprise de
picted on their faces, and waved his
hand. -
'Yer better lie down an crawl UP
ter the edge" he advised. ''Some
hole, amt it2"
81 should say So" and Westcott
dropped to his knees. 81 never
dreamed of such place. Dan, ain't
this an eye-opener?"
1T sure Is" and the marshal crept
cautiously forward. "Only it's devils
who've got possession. What's that
down below, Matt? Houses, by lingo
Well, don't that beat h-l?-all the
comforts Of home"
1.-Two big cabins" explained Moore
rather proud of his knowledge. Cart
ed the logs In from OIL Badly, more'r
forty miles. Creep up a bit an III
show yer how the trail runs. DOM
be afeerd; nobody kin see yer from
down below"
"All right, son; where is it7"
ut starts at the foot o. that BOWL
der" indicating with his finger, IAN
goes along the shelf clear to tie end
then thar's a drop ov maybe five feet
to that outcroppin' o. rock just below
It's wider than 1t looks to be from
we're. After that yer can trace II
quite spell with yer eyes, kinder
sidlin' ter the left. till yer come tc
that dead root ov cedar. Their
thar's a gap or two that amt ovel
easy. an slide down ter another
shelf. Yer can't miss II. cause thArsi
no other way ter CO."
"And what's at the bottomT
''Them huts, an the mouth Of bis
cave just behind 'em. I reckon it's II
the cave they've got the gal; there's
places there they kin shut up, but
don't know what they was ever made
fer. 1 asked Lacy wunst but he only
laughed"
The two men lay fiat, staring down
II vas almost a sheer wall, and the
very thought of climbing along the al
most impossible path pointed out By
Moore made Westcott dizzy. 1t wa!
such a sheer, PERCEPTIONS drop, a patti
If path 1t could be called-so thick
ly studded with danger the mind &C
tually recoiled in contemplation.
They were still sitting there cross
legged In the sand when the silence
was suddenly punctuated by the sharI
report of revolver. The sound bare