The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-02-03

Lacy leaped to his feet, but West.
cott's gun rose steadily, and the man
stood with clenched hands, helpless
IN his tracks.
'T'll get you for this, Westcott," he
muttercd savagely, hate burning in his
eyes. Il haven't played my last cards
yet"
The miner smiled grimly, hut with
no relaxation of vigilance. Tie was
into it now, and proposed seeing 1t
through.
II nave a few left myself" he n
turned sohcrly. "Your man Moore
drove south. taking the road leading
into the ShoshOne desert. and he had
Then you, and two others, went back
into the hotel, using the outside stairs.
take it the two others were Enright,
here a7c Ned Beaton."
He leaned forward, his face set like
flint.
"Now see here, Lacy, know these
things 1t is up to you to answer my
questions and answer them STRAIT ht.
I've got you two fellows dead 20 rights
anyway you look at it. If you dare
lay hands on me, I'll kill you, If you
refuse to tell me what want to know,
I'll swear out warrants inside of thirty
minutes. Now, what do you choOse2"
IF 1 apSwer-what then?" Lacy
growled desperately. "What is offered
meW
Wcstcott moistened his lips. He had
not before faced the situation from
this standpoint, yet, with only one
thought in mind, he answered
promptly.
81 am not the law" he said, "and all
l am interested in now is the release
OF Fred Cavendish and Stella DonO-
van. I'll accomplish that if it has to
be over your dead bodies. Beyond this,
l wash my hands of the whole af-
fair. What | want to know is-where
are these tUoT
"WOuld you believe me If l said /
did not know?"
'No, Lacy. 1t has come down to the
truth, or your life. Where Is Pascual
Mendez?"
He heard no warning, no sound or
movement. yet some change in tho OK
preston of the mans eyes confront
ing him caused him to slightly turn his
head so rs to vaguely perceive
shadow behind. 1t was all so quickly.
silently done. he barely had time to
throw up one hand in defense. when
his arms were gripncd rs though in
wise, and he was thrown backward to
the floor. the chair crushed beneath his
weight Lacy fairly leaped on his
PROSTATE body. forgetting his gun lying
on the table in the violence of hate. his
hands clutching at the exposed throat.
For an instant Wcstcott was so dazcd
and stunned by this sudden attack
from behind as to lie there prone and
helpless, fairly crushed beneath the
bodies of his two antagonists.
Ii was this that gave him his chance.
for, convinced that he was unconscious,
both men slightly relaxed their grip.
thus giving hi n opportunity to REGAIN
breath, and stiffen his muscles for a
supreme effort. With one lashing out
of Il foot that sent Enright hurtling
against the farther wall, he cracked
Lacv's head against corner of the
desk, and closed in deadly struggle
with the third man, whom he now rec
ogniZed as BeatOn.
Before the latter could comprehend
what had happened the miner was on
top, and a clenched fist was driven into
his face with all the force of sledge-
hammer. But barroom fighting was no
novelty to the gunman, nor had he any
scruples as to the methods employed.
With teeth sunk into his opponents
arm, and fingers gouging at his eyes.
the fellow struggled like mad dog;
yet, in spite Of every effort to restrain
him, Westcott, now filed with the