The daily Alaskan., 1920-08-05
"INho the h-l are yOuT'

"WhO the h-l are yOuE'
 That doesn't make much difference, does 1t. as long as I've got the dropE" asked the other CCnially. But, if you must know to be happy-Im the mar shul O Haskell. Go easy, boy; you've seen me shoot afore this an l was born back in Texas with a weapon in each hand. Climb down offn that hoSs."
 Lacy did so, his hands above his head. curSing angrily.
 What kind Of a low-down trick is this. Brennan?" he snapped, glaring through the darkness ur the face of his capror. "What's become Of Puscual Mrudpz? Ain't his outfit yercI"
 His outfits here all right, dead an alive" and Brennan chuckled cheer fully, but not being no gospel sharp | can't just say whar or Meudez Is. What's left ov his body iS in thet cabin wonder, SD full Q buckshUt iJ ought ter weigh a ton"
 "Dead?"
 As a door nail, If yer ask me. It was some nice ov yer Ter come ridin' long here ternIghr, Lacy. IL Sorter helps me ter make d good. decent cleanup ov this whole meaSly outfit. l reckon I'll stow yer away. along with them others. MUSey up them steps there, an don't take no chances lOOkin' back"
 
 It was a hard. slow Journey back across the desert. Moore's team and wagon We're requlSi-ioned for the pur- pose. but Matt himself remained be hind 10 help Brennan with the prison CTS and cattle, until the party return ing to Haskell could send them help.
 WeStcott drove. with Miss Donovan perrhrJ beside him on the Spring-Seat, and CuyeGdiSh lying ou pile of blan- kets beneath the shadow of the canvas top. They stopped ro lunch at Baxter springs. and to water the team. and it was considerably after dark when they finally drove cveaking up the main street of Haskell and stopped in front of the TimmOuS house tu unload. The street was devoid of excitement, althuugh the Red Dog was wide open for business. and WestcoJt caught a glimpse Of Mike huSily engaged be- niul fhe bar. A man or two passing glanced at them curiously. but. UnSSi- hIy brcuuSe of failure to recognize him Iu the darkness. no alarm was raised or any effort made to block their progress. Without Lacy to urge them on. the disciples of Judge Lynch had likely enough forgotten the whole affuir.
 As Wrstcott clambered over the wheel anu then assisted tha lady to alI-ht the face of the landlord was sufficiently expressive of surprise.
 You" he exclaimed. staring into -hpir faces donhtfrily "What the .sa,u Eil does this mean?'
 "On?y that we've got heck. Timmons. Why this fri-id recnp,ioU=
 Well, this were is a respectable hO- .,l an l ain't goin ter have it all muSSrd up by uo lyuchiu' party the landlords voice full of regret. Then this yere gal; she wrote Ire she'd gone back East"
 Westcott laughed.
 "Stow your grouch, old man, and give Us a hand. There will be no lynchng, because Lacy is in the hands of the marshal. As to this Mdy, she never sent You that note She was ab' ducted by force auI has just escaped. Don't stand there like a fcul. I'll tell you the story later. There's a wound ed man under tho canvas there. Come on and help me carry him inside"
 Tmmon<. Sputtering but impotent to resist, took hold reluctantly, and the two together bore the helpless Caven- dish through the deserted office and up the stairs to the second floor, where he was comfortably settled and q doctor sent for. The task was sufficiently strenuous to require all the breath Timmous possessed, and he managed to repreSS his eager curiosity until the wounded man had been attended to. Once in the hall, however, and the door closed, he could DO longer control him. self.
 Now see yere, Jim Westcott," he panted, one hand gripping the stair rail, I've got ter know what's up ufOre l throw open this yere hotel to yer free use thiS-away. AS general thing l ain't round huntln' trouble-I reckon yer know that-but this yere uffuIr beats me. What was it yer said about Bill Lacy?
 Hes under arrest, charged with cattle-stealIng, abduction, conspiracy and about everything else on the cal endar. Brennau's got him, and like wise the evidence to convict"
 Good Lord! Is that so?'
 Tt is; the whole Mendez gang has been wiped out. Old Mendez has been killed. The rest of the outfit, including Juan Cateras, are prisoners"
 Timmons' eyes were fairly popping out of hls head, his voice a mere thread of sound.