Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-03-12

inch by inch while he's still living"
"You thinking of Fendrick" asked
Sam.
you've said It,"
Sweeney considered, rasping his
stubbly chin. IL don't reckon Cass
would do Miss Kate meanness. He's
white man, say the worst of him.
But IL might be Blackwell. When last
seen he was heading into the hills. If
he met her"
A spasm of pain shot across Luck's
face. my Godw
'By gum, there he is now, Luck"
Sweeney's finger pointed to an adj
vancing rider.
Cullison swung as on pivot in time
to see some one drop into the dip in
the road, just beyond the corral. "Who
BLACKWELL"
mo. Cass."
Fendrick. reappeared presently and
turned in at the lane. Cullison
standing on the porch at the head of
the steps looked like Il man who was
passing through the inferno. But he
looked, too, personified day Of judg-
ment untempered by mercy.
The sheepman spoke, looking
straight ut his foe. "Ive just heard
the news. was down at Yesler's
ranch when you phoned asking If they
had seen anything of Miss Cullison. l
came up to ask you one question.
When was she seen last?"
"About ten o'clock this morning
why?"
~ saw her about noon. She was on
Mesa Verde, headed for Blue canon,
II looked like"
"Close enough to speak to herr" Sam
asked.
ayes. We passed the time OF day"
"And them" Luck cut back into the
conversation with voice like a Ale.
'She went on toward the gulch and !
kept on to the ranch. The last l saw
of her she was going straight on. We'd
better travel over toward Mesa Verde,
so as to be ready to start at day
break"
Collisions gaze had never left him.
II observed. weighed, appraised. Good
enough. Wen start"
He left Sweeney to answer the tele
phone while he was away. All of his
other riders were already out combing
the hills under the supervision of
Curly. Luck had waited with Sam
only TO get some definite information
before starting. Now he had his lead
Fendrick was either telling the truth
or he was lying with some sinister pur
pose in view. The cattleman meant to
know which.
The party pushed up the gulch as
rapidly as they could. The ashes of a
camp fire halted them few minutes
later. Scattered about lay the feath-
ers and dismembered bones OF some
birds.
Cass stopped and picked up some Of
the feathers. "Quails, reckon. Miss
Cullison had three tied to her saddle
horn when ! met her"
"Why did she come up here to cook
themT Sam asked.
Luck was already Off his horse, quar-
terlng over the ground to read what II
might tell him.
"She wasn't alone. There was a
man with her. See these tracksr
1t was Fendrick who made the nexl
discovery. He had followed a draw
for short distance and climbed to a
little mesa above. Presently he called
to Cullison.
Father and son hurried toward him
The sheep owner was standing at the
edge of prospect hole pointing down
with his finger.
"Some one has been in that pit re-
Gently, and he's been there several
days"
'Then how did he get outT" Sam
asked.
Fendrlck knelt on the edge OF the
pit and showed him where a rope had
been dragged so heavily that II had
cut deeply into the clay,
"SOme one pulled him out"
whats II mean anyhow? Kate
wasn't in that hole, was she?"
Cass shook his head. This 10 my