The Lamar register., 1920-03-03

out of the hands Of those hell hounds
Won't we, Dickr'
The girls eyes admired him, a lean,
hard-bitten Westerner. with eyes as
unbllnking as an Arizona gun and with
muscles like wire springs His face
still held Its boyishness. but II had
lost forever the irresponsibillty of O
few months before. She saw I'm him
an iron Will. shrewdness, courage and
resource. out OF ten thousand men
there were none whose voice drummed
on her heartstrings as did that OF this
youth.
Two men sat In log cabin on oppo-
site sides of "A cheap table. One OF them
was Immersed In a newspaper. His
body was relaxed, his mind apparently
at ease. The other watched him
maleyOlently. His fingers caressed the
handle of revolver that protruded
from the holster at his side. He would
have liked nothing better than to have
drawn 1t and sent a bullet crashing
into the unperturbed brain Of his pris-
oner
There were reasons OF policy why
II were better to curb this fascinating
desire, but sometimes the Impulse to
Kill surged up almost uncOntrOllubly
ON these occasions Luck Culllson was
usually "deviling" him. the only diver
sion that had been open to the ranch
man for some days past
From time to time as Luck read he
commented genlally on the news.
Blackwell merely scowled. Given his
way, Culllson would not be here to
read the Sentinel. But the brains Of
the conspiracy had ruled otherwise
and Insisted, too. upon decent treat
ment. With one ankle securely tied to
leg of the table there was no danger
In freeing the hands OF the cattleman.
but his hosts saw that never for an In
Stnnt were hands and feet at liberty to-
gether. For this man was not the one
with whom to take chances.
Cullison read on:
Lieutenant o'Connor of tho Ari-
zonn rangers left town today for Il
short trip into the hills. where he eI-
poets to spend few days hunting.
Hunting what, do you reckonf Or
hunting who. should say. Ever meet
Bucky oConnor. Blackwellf No, !
reckon not. He's since your time. A
ctlckerjack. tool Wonder II Bucky
ain't after some friends Of miner
"Shut up" growled the other.
sure you'll shut up-when Bucky
lands on you" retorted Luck cheerful
ly. Then. with sudden whoop:
Hello. here's u personal to your ad-
dress. Listen The friends Of l. O.
serve notice that what occurred at the
Jack OF Hearts is known. Any violence
hereafter done to him Will be paid for
to the limit. No guilty man will es-
cape. So the boys are getting busy.
/ figured they would be-
The former convict leaned forward
angriIy. -LemIne see that paper"
His guest handed 1t over. an index
finger pointing out the item. Large
us life, Blackwell. No. sir. You CO.
talnly didn't ride herd proper on that
opportunity"
Don't be too sure It's gone. Mr.
Sheriff"
They've got you dead to rights.
Read that personal again. Learn 1t
by heart. The friends Of l.. G. give
warning' You better believe they're
rounding up your outfit. They know
I'm alive. They know all about the
Jack OF Hearts. Pretty soon they'll
know where you've got me hidden"
You'd better pray they won't For
II they find the nest II will be empty.
Look ont of that window behind you
Luck turned The cabin was built
on Il ledge far up on the mountain
side. From the back wall sloped for
hundred feet an almost perpendic-
ulnr slide OF rock.
There's prospect hole down
there" Blackwell explained savagely.
You'd go down the Devils Slide
what's left Of you. | mean-deep into
that prospect hole. The timberings
are rotted and the whole top OF the
working ready TO cave In. When your
body hits 1t there Will be an avalanche
with Mr.. Former Sheriff Cullison at
the bottom of IT, You'll be buried
without any funeral expenses, and l
reckon your friends Will never know
where to put the headstone."
The thing was devilIshly simple and
feasible. Luck. still looking out Of
the window. felt the blood run cold
down his spine, for he knew this fel-