The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1920-10-21

their faces doubtfuIly. "Wbat the
Sam Hill does this mean?"
only that we've got back, Timmons.
Why this frigid receptionT"
We'll. this we're is a respectable no
tel an ! amt goin' ter have II all
mussed up by no lynchin' party" the
landlords voice full of regret. '"Then
back East"
Westcott laughed.
"Stow your crouch. old man, and
give us a hand. There will be no
lynching. because Lacy is In the hands
of the marshal. AS to this lady, she
never sent you that note. She was abb
Quoted by force and has just escaped.
Don't stand there like a fool. I'll tell
you the story later. There's a wound.
ed man under the canvas there. Come
on and help me carry him inside"
Timmons, sputtering but impotent to
resist. took hold reluctantly, and the
two together bore the helpless Caven-
dish through the deserted office and up
the stairs TO the second floor, where he
was comfortably settled and a doctor
sent for. The task was sufficiently
strenuous TO require all the breath
Timmons possessed, and he managed
to repress his eager curiosity until the
wounded man had beer attended TO-.
Once in the hall, however, and the door
closed, he could no longer control him.
self.
Now see yere, Jim W~estcott," he
painted, one hand gripping the stair
rail, 1--WE got ter know what's ND
afore | throw open his yere hotel to
yer free use this-away. AS a general
thing | amt round huntin' trouble
reckon yer know that-but this yere
affair beats me. What was it yer said
about Bill Lacy?"
He's under arrest, charged with
cattle-stealing. abduction, conspiracy
and about everything else on the cal
endar. Brennan's got him, and like
wise the evidence to convict"
Good Lordl Is that SOP
at is; the whole Merdez gung mas
been wiped out. Old Mendez has been
killed. The rest of the outfit. including
Juan Cateras, are prisoners
Timmons' eyes We're fairly popping
out of his head, his voice a mere
thread Of sound.
Don't that beat h-il' he managed
to articulate. where's the marshall
riding herd at a place they call
Sunken valley, about fifty miles south
of here. He and Moore have got ten or
twelve Mexicans and maybe three hun
dred head of cattle to look after, until
can send somebody out there to help
bring them in. Now that's all you need
to know, Timmons; but I've got a
question or two / want to ask you.
Come on back ito the Office"
Miss Donovan sat in one of the
chairs by the front window waiting.
AS they entered she arose to her feet.
Westcott crossed the room and took
her hand.
Hes all right he assured her
quickly. interpreting the look in her
eyes. Tired from the trip, of course,
but a nights rest will do wonders. And
INV, Aiihittoito, r nC uliCu W lit Dc-
wildered landlord, "is that man En-
right upstairs?"
The New York lawyer? Nc. he
got frightened and left. He skipped
out the next day after you fellers got
away. Bill wanted him to go along
with him. but he said he was too sick.
Then he claimed to have q telegram
calm him East, but he never did. I
reckon he must We got cold feet bout
somethin'-enyhow he's gone
And Miss La Rue?"
Sure; she took the same train"
eager now to divulge all he knew.
but that aint her real name-it's a.
kind o. long name. an begins with C.
l saw II In a letter she left upstairs,
but I couldn't make it all out. She's
married"
Z The eyes of Westcott and Miss DON
ovan met. Here was a bit of strange
news-the La Rue woman married, and
| to a man with a long name beginning
with G. The same thought occurred to
them both. yet II was evidently useless
to question Timmons any longer. He
would know nothing and comprehend
less. The girl looked tired, complete
ly worn out. and the affair could rest
until morning.
take Miss Donovan to "a ROOM"
westcott said shortly. ''and I'll run
upstairs and have another look at Cav
endish.r ~
Eat whoY"
"Cavendish. the wounded man we
! Just carried IN
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