The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-12-30
CHAPTER XIV.
Miss Donovan Decides.

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together, each with O small grip In
his hand, which Timmons took from
them, and deposited beside the stove.
The larger wrote both names In the
register, and then Strengthened up, and
surveyed the landlord.
"Any chance to eat2" he asked.
"We're both Of us about starved"
Timmons scratched his head.
81 reckon there's plenty o. cold prov.
ender out thar" he said doubtfully,
"an' maybe I could hustle you up some
hot coffee, but we don't aim ter do no
feedin' at this time O. night. What's
the matter with the dinerY
slot box, and had to cut her OF; be
q good fellow, and hustle us up some
thing"
It'll see what there is," and Timmons
started for the kitchen, "but ! wouldn't
wake Ma Timmons up fer a thousand
dollars. She'd eve git over It."
The large man, a rather heavy-footed
fellow, with scraggly gray moustache,
turned to his companion.
DcttcE IuCh tluu i cApcClCu at tuut,
Colgate" he said, restored to good hu-
NOR. 1.-THE old duffer seems to be
quite human"
His eyes caught sight Of Cavendish,
and hardened, the grizzly mustache
seeming to stiffen. His mouth was
close to the ear of his companion. and
he spoke without moving his lips.
"Our bird stand ready"
The three were talking earnestly,
and he was standing before them be-
fore any Of the group marked his ap-
proach. His eyes were on Cavendish,
who instantly arose to his feet, startled
by the mans sudden appearance.
'There is no use making a scene,
Burke" the big man said sternly, "for
my partner there has you covered"
my name Is not Burke; 1t Is Cav
endish."
$50 I heard in Denver" dryly. "We
hardly expected to find you here, for
we were down on another matter. So
you are not Gentleman Tom BurkeT"
mo"
81 know he Is not" interposed West
colt. II have been acquainted with
this man for nearly twenty years; he
Ia a New York capitalist"
"And who the HI are you-a pair"
the fellow sneered. snow, see here,
both of you. I've met plenty Of your
kind before, and 1t Is my business not
to forget a face. This man is under
arrest" and he laid a hand heavily on
Cavendish's shoulder.
"Under the name Of Burke? On
what charger
Robbery, at Poughkeepsie. N. z;
wanted also for burglary and assault
In Denver. My name Is Roberts," he
added stiffiy, assistant superintendent
Of the PinkertOn agency the man with
me Is an operative from the New York
Office"
Cavendish glanced past Roberts
toward Colgate, who stood with one
hand thrust In his side pocket.
"You know this man BurkeT' he
asked.
IT saw him once; that's why I was
put on the ase You certainly gave
me some hot chase, Tom"
"Some chase? What do you mean2"
swell, I've been on your trail ever
since that Poughkeepsie job-let's zee,
that was two months ago. You jumped
first to New York city, and I didn't
really get track Of you until the night
Of April 18. Then a copper In the
Pennsylvania depot, to whom I showed
your picture, gave me a tip that you'd
taken q late train west. After that I
trailed you through Chicago, down into
Mexico, and back as far as Denver. 1t
wasn't hard because you always signed
the same NAME"
sOf course; it's my own. You say
you had a photograph Of meT
"A police picture; here 1t Is II you
want to look at it-taken In Joliet"
Westcott grasped the sheet, and
spread It open. 1t was Cavendish's
face clearly enough, even to the close
" trimmed beard and the peculiar
twinkle In the eyes. Below was print
Cd a brief description. and this also
fltted Cavendieh almost exactly.
~Well," said Roberts. none too pleas
antly. swhat have you got to say nowf"
~Only this" and the miner squared
his shoulders, looking the other
sfrnirht In the eyes. 'This man Is not
Tom Burke. but ! . tell you where
Yom Burke IA"
sYes, you canw
Eye, I can. I cannot only tell you,
INT I can prove II" he went on earnest
ssThis description says that Burke