The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-10-05

and shouted question down the
mountain side. And back came the
answer:
ITS Doc niason's. Must have been
stolen. Doc was at the dance
81 guess that settles It," The OIL
Ger reached for his hip pocket stick
out your hands, Harry, while put
the cuffs on them"
"But 'ow In bloody ell ave / been
doing anything when I've been up ere
working on the chiv wheel? 'Ow-T
"They say you held up the dance
tonight and robbed u.s." Falrchild cut
in. Ilarry's face lost its surprised
look, TO give way to glance Of keen
questioning.
"And do you say iti"
81 most certainly do not The iden-
tifcation was given by that honorable
person known as Mr.. Maurice Ro-
daine."
"Ohl one thief identifying an
other"
"Sherlnw Again the voice from be-
low.
"Yeh"
We've found n cache down here.
Must have been made in n hurry-two
new revolvers, bullets, a mask, a cou-
pie Of new handkerchlefs and the
money"
Harry eyes grew wide. Then he
stuck out his hands.
"The evidence certainly is plllng
upw he gruntcd. 81 might as well
save my talking for later
That's good idea" The sheriff
snapped the handouts into place.
Then Fairchild shut Off the pumps
and they started toward the machine.
Back in Ohadi more news awaited
them. Harry, If Harry had been the
highwayman, had gone to no expense
for his outfit The combined general
store and hardware emporium of
Gregg Brothers had been robbed of
the articles necessary for a disguise
also the revOlvers and their bullets.
Robert Farchild watched Harry
placed in the solitary cell Of the county
jail with q spirit that could not re-
spond to the CoTnishmans grin and
his assurances that morning would
bring rightlng of affairs. -Four
charges hung heavy above him. that
of horse-steallng, of burglary, OF high
way robbery. and worse, the final as
sault with attempt to kill. Fairchl d
turned wearlly away; he could not
find the optimism to Join Harry's
cheerful announcement that II would
be "all right" The appearances We're
otherwise. Besides. up In the little
hospital on the hill, Fairchild had seen
fights cleaning as he entered the Jail
and he knew that doctors were work
ing there over the wounded body OF
The fiddler. Tired, heavy at heart.
his earlier conquest of the night sod
den and overshndowed now, he turned
away from the Gel and its optimistic
cccupant-out into the night
II was only a short walk to the hos
pital ara Fairchild went there, to
leave with at least a ray of hope. The
probing CnerHtiOn had been completed I;
the fiddler would live and at least the
charge against Harry would not be
one of m1rder That was a thing for
which to he thankful; hut there was
plenty to cause consternaticn. as Fair
child walked slowly down the dark.
winding street toward the main thor
oughfare. Without Harry, Fairchild
now felt himself lost. Before the big,
genial, eccentric COrniShman had come
into his life. he had believed, with
some sort of divine ignorance, that
he could carry out his ambitions by
himself, with no knowledge of the tech
nical details necessary to mining, with
no previous history of the Blue Pop
py TO guide him, and with no help
against the enemies who seemed every
where. Now he saw that It was Inn
possible. More, the incidents of the
night showed how swiftly those enc
mics We're working, how sharp and
stiletto-like their weapons.
That Harry was innocent was GER
tain-to Robert FalrchiI1.
Looking back over II now, he could
see how easily Fate had played into
the hands Of the Rodaines, If the Ro-
daines had not possessed a deeper con
cern than merely to seize upon a hap
pcning and turn Il to their own ac-
count. The highwayman was big. The
highwayman talked with Cousin
Jack" accent-for all Cornishmen are
"Cousin Jacks" IN the mining country.
Those two features in themselves,
Fairchild thought, ms he stumbled
along in the darkness, were sufficient
to start the schemng plot IN the brain
of Maurice ROdainc, already ugly and
evil through the trick played by Harry
on his father and the rebuke that had
ONE from Anita Richmond. II was
an easy matter for him to get the in
spir4tion, leap out Of the window, and
then wait until the rohber had gone,
that he might flare forth with his
accusation. And after that.
Either Chance, or something strong.
er. had done the rest. The finding of
the stolen horse and the carelessly
made cache near the mouth OF the
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