The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-10-29

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In his place. But my idea Is to pull
one or on him. an start the minute
1t gets dark enough SO them lads can't
see what's goin' on out yere."
"Well fight our way through"
-"Not fight, my son; well make
II so softly that not a s0n-of-a-gun will
ever know how It happened. When
they wake up well he twenty miles out
In the desert, an still goin'. Thar's
big log clinging ter the upper end O
tn rock. l saw II when fust come
over; an bout an hour ago ! crept
back through that gully an took a
good look A shove will send II tioatin'.
An with good pair O. legs to steer
with. thar amt nuthIn' to stop 1t this
side the curve. nm I don't calculate
any o. the rifle brigade will be down as
fur as that. It sounds blame good ter
me, Jim; what dye sayT'
Westcott's hand went out, and the
fingers Of the two men clasped silent
| ly. There was no need for more
speech; they understood each other.
| The night closed down swiftly, as 1t
does In the West. the purple of the
hills becoming black as though by
some magic. There was heavy
cloud hanging In the Western sky, con-
stantly sweeping higher in pledge of
a dark night. The banks of the stream
HAcame obscured. and finally vanished
altogether: while the water ceased to
| glimmer and turned to an inky black
ness. Lights twinkled In the distant
shacks, and the front Of the Red Dog
burst into illumination. Brennan
chuckled, and pointed his finger at
the glare.
Lacy amt fergettin' the profit in
all this" he whispered hoarsely. "The
boys are goin' ter be dry, an he'll sell
'em all they want--wouldn't mind II
had some myself. Is It dark enough,
hmatef"
1.-THE sooner the better!"
THAT'S my ticket. Come on then.
but don't make sound them lads are
more liable to hear than they are to
see us. Let me go first"
The log was at the other end of the
little island. but there was consider
able rift I'm the rock surface, not deep,
but Of sufficient width to permit the
passage Of body. The jagged stone
made the way rough IN the dark, and
WestcOtt found himself at the upper
extremity, gashed and bruised by the
| contact.
| Brennan lowered himself into the
water. assisted In the downward climb
by some low, tough bushes whose ten
drills elung tenaciously to the smooth
rock. Westcott followed silently. and
found footing In about three feet Of
water, where 1t swirled around the
base of the island. Brennan put his
lips close to his companions ear.
Got yer cartr.dges tied up? That's
all right hand 'em over. You hang
on to the outside, an I'll push off. II
yer have ter paddle ter keep in the
current, don't let yer hands er feet
come to the surface -understand?"
| Certainly"
| "All right then; are you all set?
Holy smoke, this is going to be some
| yacht ride"
The log did not even crate as 1t loos-
ened its slight hold on the rock, and
began the voyage downstream. The
current was swift enough to bear
II and its burden free from the island.
although II moved slowly and noise
lessly on its way. The two men deep
ly submerged on either side, with heads
held rigid against the wet bark, were
indistinguishable. Out from the deep
| err shadow, Brennan gently controlled
the unwieldy affair, and keeping II as
| nearly as possible to the center, by the
| noiseless movement of a hand under
water. No alarm greeted its progress,
| and at last, confident that they were al.
ready safely below the extent of the
guard line, the two men, clinging to its
wet sides, ventured to kick out quietly,
and thus hasten Its progress. 1t came
ashore Mt the extreme end Of the curve,
and, after a moment of intent listen.
ing, the voyagers crept up the sand,
and In whispers discussed the next eff
fort Of their escape. The belts were
unstrapped from about the log, reload.
ed with cartridges, and buckled around
dripping waists, before they clambered
cautiously up the low bank. The road
was just beyond, but between them
and 1t arose the almost shapeless form
OF a small house, mere darker
shadow In the gloom Of the night.
"where are weT questioned West
colt.
"Just back Of old Beecher's shack.
He's trucking down Benson way, but is
liable to have some grub stored inside.
was countin' on this for our COM
missary department. Come on. Jim;
time Is money just now"
The door was unlocked. and In less
than ten minutes they emerged once
more into the open bearing their spells
--Wescott, a>slab Of bacon and small
frying pan; Brennan paper sack of
cornmeal. with couple Of specimens
Of canned goods. He had also resur-
rected O gunny sack somewhere. In
which the things were carefully
wrapped. and made secure for trans
portation.
Didn't feel no terbacco, did yer,
Jimr the marshal questioned solic-
itously. II reckon not, though; Of