The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-03-04

lately swallowed, scalded his tongue
ana throat. He set down the cup,
swore mildly, and gave his attention
to the news that had excited him
while the citizens of Saguaehe
were peacefully sleeping last night, a
lone bandit held up the messengers of
the Western & Southern Express COM
pany, and relieved them of twenty
thousand dollars just received from El
Paso on the Flyer.
Perry Hawley, the local manager
OF the company, together with Len
Rogers, the armed guard, had just re
turned from the depot, where the
money had been turned over to them
and receipted> for. Hawley had un-
locked the door of the office and had
stepped in. followed by Rogers, when
masked desperate appeared sudden
~ out of the darkness. disarmed the
guard and manager, took the money,
passed through the door and locked it
after him. and vanished as silently as
he had come. Before leaving, he
warned his victims that the place
would be covered for ten minutes and
at any attempt to call for help they
would be shot. Notwithstanding this.
the imprisoned men risked their lives
by raising the alarm"
Further down the page Mackenzie
| discovered that the desperate was still
| at large, but that Sheriff Bolt expect
ed shortly to lay hands on him.
He folded the paper and returned to
his room to make preparation to re-
turn to his ranch. The buzz OF the
| telephone called him to the receiver
The voice of Cullison reached him.
'That you, Mac? I'll be right up.
| No. don't come down. I'd rather see
| you alone"
The owner OF the Circle G came
| right to business. "Tve made a raise.
Mac, and while I've got it I'm going to
| skin off what's coming to you"
He had taken big roll of bills from
his pocket. and was counting off what
he had lost to his friend. The latter
noticed that it all seemed to be in
twenties. II
Twelve hundred. That squares US.
Mac"
The Scotsman was vaguely uneasy
without definite reason for his anx-
iety. Only last night CullisOn had told
him not a single bank in town would
advance him dollar. Now he had
money In plenty. Where had he got
It?
Mackenzies eye fell on a copy of
the Sentinel erotruding from the 9TH
er's pOcke4 Read about the hOldup
"a VI Pol
had his nerve with him."
"Sho! This ,holdup games the
easiest yet. He got the drop on them,
and there was nothing to it."
How did he know there was money
coming in last night?"
There's always leak about things
Of that sort. Somebody talks. l knew
it myself, for that matter"
"You knewl Who told your
That's a secret, Mac. Come to
think of it, I wish you wouldn't tell
anybody that knew. I don't want to
get the man who told me in trouble"
"Sure l WON'T He passed to an
other phase of the subject. "The Sen
tinel says Bolt expects to catch the
robber Think he will?"
'Not If the fellow knows his bust
ness. Bolt has nothing to go on. He
has the whole Southwest to pick from.
For all he knows, it was you."~
eyes, but"
"Or more likely me-" The gray eyes
of the former sheriff held frosty
smile.
In spite of that smile, or perhaps
because Of it, Mackenzie felt again
that fash of doubt whats the use
of talking foolishness, Luck? Course
YOU didn't do it. / know you too we'll.
But the trouble was Mackenzie did
not know him well enough. Cullison
was hard up, close to the wall. How
far would he go to save himself? In
his slow, troubled fashion, Mac won
dered If his old side partners streak
Of lawlessness would take him as far
as a holdup. OF course it would not.
he assured himself; but he could not
get the ridiculous notion out Of his
head.
Mackenzie drifted to the courthouse.
He found Sheriff Bolt in his Office. The
Scotsman wanted to discuss the rob-
berry, but was shy about attacking the
subject. While he boggled at 1t. Bolt
was off on another tack.
Inside of quarter of an hour the
sheriff had found out all he wanted to
know about the poker game, Collisions
financial difficulties. and the news that
Luck had liquidated his poker debt
since breakfast. Moreover, he had
talked so casually that his visitor had
no suspicion OF what he was driving
at.
Mackenzie attempted little sleuth-
af his own s"ThlS hOlfluD fellow