The Lamar register., 1920-07-07
CHAPTER XIV.
In the Two Cabins.
The marshal's lips smiled.

on me. Come on, Matt; II seems the
gentleman does not wish to he dis
turbed- Well. neither would / un-
der such circumstances. Here you
line up there in single file. and get
move on you-prontol Show 'em what
I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks
English at the head Yes, he's the
one. Now look here. amigo. you march
straight out through that door, and
head for the bunk-house-do you get
thatf'
ISL, senor; I savvyi'
Westcott watched the procession file
out. still clasping the partially uncon-
scious girl In his arms. Moore. bring
ing up the rear. disappeared through
the entrance. and vanished into the
night without. Except for the three
motionless bodies. they were alone.
From distance Brennan's voice
growled out a gruff order to his line of
prisoners. Then all was still. The
eyes Of the girl opened slowly. her lids
trembling. but as they rested on West
colts face, she smiled.
"You are glad Gamer"
"Gladl Why ! never really knew
what gladness meant before"
He bent lower. his heart pounding
fercely, strange words struggling for
utterance.
"You love mer
She looked at him. all the fervent
Irish soul Of her in her eyes. Then
one arm stole upward to his shoulder.
"As you love me-" she whispered
softly. "as you love met"
ct can ask no more sweetheart" he
breathed soberly. and kissed her At
last she drew back. still restrained by
his arms, but with her eyes suddenly
grave and thoughtful.
"We forget" she chided. where we
are. You must let me go now. and
bench here"
Poor old Fred. I'll do what can
for him-In not be away a minute,
dear"
he could see little from the door
way. only the dark shadow Of mans
form lying full length on the floor.
Then he took the lamp down from the
shelf. and held II so the feeble light
fell upon the upturned face. He
stared down at the features thus re-
vealed. unable for the moment to ind
expression for his bewilderment.
''Can you come here, dearr he
called.
She stood beside him. gazing from
his face into those features on which
the rays of the lamp fell.
what is itf" she questioned breath
lessly. SIS he dead2'
Il do not know but that man is not
Cavendish. VIII you hold the lamp
until learn II he Is aliver
She took 1t In trembling hands, sup
porting herself against the wall, while
he crossed the room. and knelt beside
the motionless figure. A careful ex-
animation revealed the mans wound
to be painful though not particularly
serious. Westcott lifted the mans
head and the motion caused the eye
lids to fiutter. Slowly the eyes opened,
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare In his eyes
changing to a look OF bewildered in
telligence.
Where am IT. he asked thickly.
"Oh. yes. remember; l was shot.
Who are your
"I am Jim westcott: do you remem-
Der meT
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 rememberT
He looked up at her. and endeav-
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;