Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-10-15

VI,
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare In his eyes
changing to look OF bewIldered in
telligence.
Where am I7' be asked thlckIy.
'oh, yes, ! remember; l was shot.
Who are your"
Il am Jim Westcott; do you remem-
Der me?"
The, searching eyes evidenced no
sense of recollection.
NO" he said, struggling to make
the words clear. 81 never heard that
name before"
Miss Donovan came forward; the
lamp In her hand. the light shining
full In her face.
But you told me you were Mr..
CaVendish," she exclaimed, "and Mr..
Westcott was an old friend of his
surely you must remember?"
He looked up at her, and endeay-
ored to smile, yet for the moment did
not answer. He seemed fascinated by
the picture she made, as though some
vision had suddenly appeared before
him.
IL remember you," he said at
last "You-you are Miss Donovan !;
Ill never forget you; but / never saw
this man before-rm sure of that"
"And l am equally convinced as to
the truth of that remark" returned
Westcott, "but why did you call your.
self Cavendish?"
Because that is my name-why
shouldn't II"
"Why, see here, man." and West
colts voice no longer concealed his
indignation, "you' no more resemble
Fred Cavendlsh than / do; there is
not feature In common between
you"
Erred Cavendish?''
Certainly; of New York; who do
you think we were talking about?"
i've had no chance to think. I
claim my name is Cavendish, and 1t
Isl. but I've never once said / was
Fred Cavendlsh Of New York. If you
must know, l am Ferdinand Cav
endish Of Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted the mans head
to rest back on the floor. and he arose
to his feet He felt dazed, stunned.
as though stricken a sudden blow.
Good Godi" he exclaimed. what
can all this mean7 You came from
New York city,"
Yes; had been there a month at
tending to some business"
"And when you left for the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York Central?"
ayes. l had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
"You bought return tickets at the
station?"
"No; / had return tickets; they had
to be validated"
'"Then your name was signed TO
them; what is your usual signatureT"
"F. Cavendish."
81 thought so. Stella, this has all
been strange blunder, but it is per-
fectly clear how 1t happened. That
man Beaton evidently had never seen
Informed that he would leave New
York on that train. He met this Cav
endish on board, perhaps even saw
his signature on the ticket, and cul-
tiYated his acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man."
The marshal of Haskell came out OF
the bunk-house, and closed the door
carefully behind him. He was rather
proud of his nights's work, and felt
quite confident that the disarmed Mexi-
cans locked within those strong log
walls, and guarded by Moore. with a
loaded rifle acress his knee, would re-
main quiet until daylight Naturally,
and ordinarily. Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable of cynic, but just now he
felt In a far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.
"Jim's some man." he confided TO
himself, unconsciously speaking aloud.
"An' the girls nervy little thing-al.
mighty good lookin', too. reckon it'll
cost me months salary fer weddin'
present, SO maybe the jokes ON me-
His mind reverted to Mendez Five
thousand ON the old cuss." he NUT.
tered gloomily. "au' somebody else got
the chance to pot him. Well. by hooky,
whoever 1t was sure did a good job
1t was thet shotgun cooked his goose.
Judgin' from the way his face was
peppered. Five thousand doliars-oh.
h-lm
His eyes followed the outline Of the
valley, able to distinguish the darker
silhouette Of the cliffs outstanding
against the sky .sprinkled with stars.
Ear away toward the northern extrem-
fly duh red glow indicated the pres.
ence of small fire.
"Herders," Brennan soliloquized. his
thought instantly shifting. Likely to
be two, maybe three ov 'em out there
an then there's them two on guard at
the head o. the trail | reckon they're