The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-03-10

what do yer make o. that noisef'
he asked, his words scarcely audible.
Il heerd It afore yer come up," re-
turned Moore. "Tain't nuthin' regu-
I lar. figure the Mex are goin, i'm
through that winder they busted. That
sounds their boots scaling the WALL"
"Ever been inside7"
"Wunst, ter take some papers ter
Lacy"
"Well, what's it liker For Gods
sake speak up-thereb goin' ter be
h. to pay ina minute"
."Thar's two rooms thef outside door
an winder are In the front one, which
Is the biggest. The other is whar
Mendez sleeps. an thar's a door be-
tween EN-"
mo windows In the rear roomr'
"None ever see."
And Just the one door; what sort
o partitionr
"Just plain log, I reckon"
That's all right, Jim," and Westcott
felt the marshaPs fingers grasp his
arm. Il got 1t sized up proper Who
ever them folks are, they've barricaded
inter that back room. Likely they've
got dead range ON the front door
an them Mexes have had all they want
tryin' to get to 'em In that way. So
now they're crawlin' In through the
window. There'l be some hullabaloo
In there presently to my notion, an
want ter be thar ter see the curtain 20
up. Wharabouts are we. MattT
Back o. the bunk house. Whar do
yer want ter gof I kin travel round
Yere with my eyes shut"
'The front o. Mendez' cabin" said
:he marshal shortly. "Better take the
other side; IL that door Is down we'll
take those fellows in the rear afore
they know what's happening" He
,huckled grimly. "We've sure played
In luck so far, boys; 60 easy now, and
draw yer guns"
They were halfway along the side
wall when the firing began again-but
1t was not the Mexicans this time who
began 1t. The shotgun barked; there
was the sound Of falling body; two
revolver shots and then the sharp ping
Of Winchester. Brennan leaped past
the boy ahead, and rounded the cor
ner. Mexican stood directly In front
OF the shattered door peering in, a RI
ae yet smoking In his hands. With
enc swift blow Of a revolver butt the
marshal dropped him in his tracks, the
fellow rolling or the steps onto the
ground. With outstretched hands he
stopped the others, holding them back
out OF any possible view from within.
"Qulck now, before that bunch in
side gets wise to what's up. We've got
'em cornered. You, Matt, strip the
jacket off that Mex, an get his hat {,
bunch 'em up together. and set match
to 'em. That's the stuff Now, the
minute they blaze throw 'em in through
that doorway. Come on, Westcott. be
ready to jump"
The hat was straw, and the bundle
OF blazing material landed almost in
the center Of the floor, lighting up the
whole interior. Almost before II
struck. the three men, revolvers gleam-
Ing in their hands, had leaped across
the shattered door. and confronted the
startled band huGdled in one corner
Brennan wasted no time. his eyes
sweeping over the array Of faces, re-
vealed by the blaze Of fire on the door
Hands up. my beauties-every
mothers son Of yer. Yes. mean you,
yer human catapiller. Don't waste any
time about 1t; I'm the caller fer this
dance. Put 'em up higher less yer
want ter commit suicide. Now drop
! them rifles on the hoor-gently,
friends, gently. Matt, frisk 'em and
see what other weapons they carry.
Ever see nicer bunch O. lambs, Jim7"
his lips smiling. but with an ugly look
to his cleaning teeth, and steady eyes
"Why. they'd eat outer yer hand.
Which one of yer is Mendezf"
HE dead. senor," one fellow man.
aged to answer In broken English
''That heem lie dar."
"Well, that's some comfort" but
without glancingy about. snow kick
the guns over this way. Matt. and
touch a match to the lamp on that
shelf yonder: and, Jim, perhaps you
Tor him-rn not be away a minute, /,
dear"
He could see little from the door.
way. only the dark shadow of a mans
form lying full length on the floor.
Then he took the lamp down from the
shelf, and held 1t so the feeble light
fell upon the upturned face. He
stared down at the features thus re-
vealad, unable for the moment to find
expression for his bewilderment.
'Can you come here. dear?" he
called.
She stood beside him. gazing from
bis face into those features on which
the rays Of the lamp fell.
"What Is it2" she questioned breath
lessly. "Is he deadY
II do not know but that man Is not
Cavendish. Win you hold the lamp
until learn If he is aliveT
She took 1t in trembling hands, sup
porting herself against the wall, while
he crossed the room, and knelt beside
the motionless figure. A careful ex-
animation revealed the mans wound
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