Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-01-25

ing ridges among which lay the c. e.
ranch. Oddly enough, she had never
seen Cass Fendrick. He had come to
Papago county a few years before, and
had bought the place from an earlier
settler. In the disagreement that had
fallen between the two men, she was
wholly on the side of her father. Some
times she had wondered what manner
Of man this Cass Fendrick might be;
disagreeable, of course, but after pre-
cisely what fashion?
"Your property, I believe, Miss Gull
! lison.".
She turned ut sound of the ,suave,
amused drawl, and looked upon q dark,
slim young man Of picturesque ap-
pearance. He was bowling to her with
an obvious intention Of overriding it. :.
Her instinct told the girl who he
was. She did not need to ask herself
any longer what Cass Fendrlck looked
like. ~
He was holding out to her the blood
stained kerchief that had been tied to
the lambs leg.
81 didn't care to have 1t returned"
she told him with cold civility.
"Now, If you'd only left note to
say so, it would have saved me quite
considerable climb" he suggested.
In spite of herself O flicker Of
amusement lit her eyes. She had n
sense Of humor. II did not think Of
that, and since you have troubled to
return it to me, can only say thank
you"
She held out her hand for rFthe ker.
chief, but he did not move. II don't
know but what I'll keep 1t, after all,
for souvenir"
She ignored his sardonic mockery.
81 don't let live creatures suffer when
I can help it. Are you going to give
me my handkerchief"
"Haven't made up my mind yet.
Perhaps I'll have 1t washed and bring
It home to you.,"s
She decided he was trying to ffirt
with her, and turned the head Of her
horse to start.
"Now your father has pulled his
freight, expect it will be safe to call"
he added.
The bride rein frightened. :What
nonsense are you saying about my ia.
ther?"
mo news, Miss Cullison; just what
everybody is saying, that he has gone
to cover on account Of the holdup."
A chill fear drenched her heart. do
you mean the holdup Of the Limited at
Tin Cup?"
mo I don't" He looked at her
sharply. Mean to say you haven't
heard Of the holdup of the W. & s.
Express company at. saguache?"
mo. When was it?"
TUESDAY night. The man got
away with twenty thousand dollars"
"And what has my father to do with
that?" she demanded haughtiIy.
A satisfied spleen purred in his
voice. my dear young lady, that is
what everyone Is asking"
"What do you mean? Say it." There
was fear as we'll as anger in her voice.
Had her father somehow got into
trouble trying to save, Sam7
"Oh, I'm saying nothing. But what
Sheriff Bolt means is that when he
gets his handcuffs on Luck Cullison
he'll have the man that can tell him
where that twenty thousand is"
''It's lie."
He waved his HAND ,airily, us one
who declined responsibility IN the mat
ter, but his dark. saturnine face
sparllled with malice.
Maybe so. Seems to be some evi-
dence, but l reckon he can explain
that away-whcn lie comes back. The
holdup dropped 4 hat with the initials
L. c. in the band, since identified as
his. He had lost lot Of money at
poker. Next day he paid it. Hc had
no money in the bank, but maybe he
found it growing on cactus bush"
"You liar!" she painted, eyes blaz-
Ing.
It'll take that from you, my dear.
because you look so blamed pretty
when you're mad; but wouldn't take
it from him-from your father, who is
hiding out in the hills somewhere"
Anger uncurbcd wellcd from her In
an inarticulate cry He had come
close to her, and was standing beside
the stirrup, one bold hand upon the
rein. Her quirt went swiftly up and
down, cut like Il thin bar of rcd-hot
iron across his upliftcd face. le