The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-11-04

| over MIN. ihe wounded man breathcd
heavily, the duh stare In his eyes
changing TO look OF bewildered in
telligence.
where am IW he asked thlckly.
"Oh, yes, ! remember; was shot.
Who are your"
- am Jim Westcott; do you remem-
| Der me?"
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense Of recollection.
mo" 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.
Cavendlsh,"' she exclaimed, "and Mr..
Westcott was an old friend of his
surely you must remember
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, MS though some
vision had suddenly appeared before
him.
Il remember you" he said mt
last. 'You-you are Miss Donovan
I'll never forget you; but never saw
this man before-Im sure of that"
"And | am equally convinced as TO
the truth of that remark returned
Westcott, "but why did you call your
self Cavendish?"
Because that is my name-why
shouldn't I2'
"Why, see here, man." and West
cotts voice no longer concealed his
Indignation, you no more resemble
Fred Cavendish than l do; there Is
not a feature in common between
you"
Erred Cavendish?"
Certainly; of New York; who do
you think we were talking about?'
i've had no chance to think. /
claim my name is Cavendish, and It
is; but I've never once said / was
Fred CavendIA of New York. II you
must know, am Ferdinand Cav
endlsh OF Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted the mans head
to rest back on the floor. and he arose
to his feet. He felt dazed stunned
as though stricken a sudden blow.
Good God !" he exclaimed. "What
can all this mean? You came from
New York city?"
Yes; | had been there n month at
tending to some business"
"And when you left for the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York CentralT
"Yes. ! had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
you bought return tickets at the
station?"
"No; had return tickets; they had
TO be validated"
Then your name was signed to
them what is your usual signature
IF Cavendlsh."
81 thought so. Stella, this has all
been strange blunder, but II Is per-
fectly clear how II happened. That
nan Beaton evidently had never seen
Frederick Cavendish. He was simply
Informed that he would leave New
York on that train. He met this Cav.
endish on board, perhaps even saw
his signature on the ticket, and cul-
tlvated his acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man."
The marshal OF Haskell came out OF
the bunk-house. and closed the door
carefully behind him. He was rather
proud of his nights's work, and felt
quite confident that the dlsarmed Mexl-
cans locked within those strong log
walls, and guarded by Moore, with
loaded rifle acress his knee, would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con
siderable of n cynlc, but just now he
felt in far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood
"Jim's some man." he confided TO
himself, unconsciously speaking aloud,
AN the girls a nervy little thing-al-
mighty good lookln', too. l reckon i'm
cost me months salary fer weddin'
present, so maybe the jokes on me-"
His mind reverted TO Mendez. give
thousand on the old cuss," he nut.
tered gloomily. "an' somebody else got
the chance to pot him. Well by hooky.
whoever II was sure did good job
Il was thet shotgun cooked his goose.
judgin' from the way his face was
peppered. Five thousand dollars-oh,
h-lw
His eyes followed the outline of the
valley, able to distinguish the darker
silhouette of the cliffs outstanding
against the sky sprinkled with stars.
Far away toward the northern extrem-
lty duh red glow indicated the pres
ence of small fire.
"Herders," Brennan soliloquized. his
thought instantly shifting. Likely to
be two, maybe three ov 'em out there;
an then there's them two on guard at
the head o. the tran. reckon they're
wonderin' what all this yere shootin'
means; but faint probable they'll kick