Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-02-04

down into the cellar. Before. he came
10 himself his hands were tied behind
his back"
"And then?''
s"They watched him day and night.
Fendrick himself did not so near The
place-if it was Fendhck. Blackwell
swore to kill Mrs. Wyle If she told.
They held him there till tonight. She
thinks they were trying to; get father
to sign some paper.
"The REIMBURSEMENT, of course.
That means the other ma was Fen
drick."
Kate nodded. "Yes."
Curly rose. The muscles stood out
in his jaw hard as steel ropes: -
"WeIl rake the Rincons' with a fine
tooth comb. Don't you worry. I've al
ready wired for Bucky O'Connor tc
come and help. Well get Your father
out Of the hands of'those hell hounds.
Won't we, DickTe+
The girls eyes admired him, a lean.
hard-bitten Westerner,i with eyes as
unblinl.iny as an Arizona sun and with
muscles like wire springs. His face
still held its boyishness, but 1t had
Iosi forever the trresponsIbllity Of IL
few months before.> She saw in him
an iron will, shrewdness, courage and
resource. Out of ten thousand men
there were none whose voice drummed
on her heartslrinss as did that Of this
youth -
- o.
Two men SIT in a log cabin on oppo-
: site sbles of q cheap table. One Of them
was immersed in "a newspaper. Els
body was relaxed. his mind apparently
. at ease. The other watched him
malevolently. His fingers caressed the
handle of n revolver that protruded
from the holster at his side. He would
have liked nothing better than to have
drawn it and sent bullet crashing
into the unpcrturbcd brain OF his pris-
oner.
:. There were reasons Of: policy why
1t were better to curb this fascinating
desire. but sometimes the impulse to
kill surged up almost uncontrollably.
On these occasions Luck Cullison was
usually "deviling" him, the only diver
sion that had been open to the ranch
man for some days past.
From time TO time as Luck read he
commented genially on the news.
Blackwell merely scowled. Given his
way, Cullison would not be here to
read the Sentinel. But the brains OF
the conspiracy had ruled otherwise
and insisted, too, upon decent treat
ment. With one ankle securely tied to
Il leg Of tic table there was no danger
in freeing the hands Of the cattleman.
but his hosts saw that never for an In
stant were hands and feet at liberty to-
gether. For this man was not the one
with whom to- take chances.
Cullison read on:
Lieutenant O'Connor Of the Ari-
zona rangers left town today for q
| short trip into the hills, where he ex-
poets to spend q few days hunting.
Hunting what, do you reckon? Or
hunting who, should say. Ever meet
Bucky O'Connor, Blackwell? No. ]
reckon not. Hes since your time. A
crackerjack, too! Wonder if Bucky
amt after some friends Of mine?"
"Shut up," growled the other.
Sure you'll shut up-when Bucky
lands on you" retorted Luck cheerful
IL. Then, with sudden whoop:
Hello, here's q personal 70 your ad'
dress. Listen. "rhe friends Of l.. q.
serve rotice that what occurred at the
Jack of Hearts is known. Any violence
hereafter done to him will be paid for
to the limit. No guilty man will es-
cape. So the boys are getting busy
figured they would be-"
Tie former convict leaned forward
ansiily. "Lcmme see that paper"
His guest handed it over, an index
finger pointing out the item. Large
as life. Blackwell No, sir. You ce''
,ainly didn't ride herd proper on that
opportunity"
Don't be too sure It's gone Mr.
Sheriff
"Thry've got you dead to rights.
Read that personal again. Learn 1t
By hc%rt. 'rhe friends of L. {. give
warming. You better believe they're
rounding up your outfit. They know
I'm alive. They know all about the
Jack of Hearts. Pretty soon they'll
!:nnw where you've got me hidden"
You'd better pray they won't. For
if they find the nest it will be empty.
Look out of that window behind you. :"
Luck turned Tile cabin was built
or, Il ledge far up on the mountain
side. From the back wall Slopcd Tor
Il hundred feet an almost perpendlc-
ular slide of rock.
"Therc's u prospect hole down
there" Blackwell explained savagely.
-You'd go down the Devils Slide
what's left of you. | mcan--deep into
that prospect hole. The tlmbcrlnss
are rolted and the whole top Of the
workiil. ready To cave in. When your
boly hits it there will he an avalanche
with Mr.. Furlner-Sheriff Culllson at
. VnttI1 In "hnritiH