Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-06-01

swell, l know It; of course know
IT," retorted Evelyn. resentinS the
censure In the others tones: but i've
got TO be free. I'm so frantic, ! doht
much care how. That's the way os'
cars got to help me! Anyway make
him understand he's got to wait; ne
must be quiet and not bother me. Iheh
come tonight, and let me know "hat
he says. VIII you. Polly?
The squatter girl nodded. She would
rather have been switched than see Us
car Bennett again.
"Yep." she assented. "Ill hunt him
IN late this afternoon and then nus
tie right over to you. ! got to 90 now!
For some moments after Evelyn
left her. Polly watched the slim fig-
ure on the path to the woods. Then
she suddenly remembered Marcus Mac
KenZie and without a backward
glance hurried swiftly toward the
south.
Meantime three squatters from the
| Silent City were in the Bad Mans
| ravine, dressing the fish they had net
| ted the night before. One enormous
man was sentcd on fiat rock, his bare
feet almost touching the water as 1t
| hurried by to the lake. On his shoui'
| ders. with his legs wound tightly
| around the mans neck. sat small
boy. little more than baby. He was
shivering with cold. and. as the spring
| rain shot Its drops upon his face. he
| lifted a small hand and brushed them
away. Seemingly oblivious OF the
weight against his swarthy head, the
man picked up fish and contemplated
1t with scowl. Then he proceeded to
clean It deftly. ............
| The silence was unbroken for long
time except by the rushing Of the wa
ter the gruesOme running OF the
knives over the fish scales and little
whimpcr. now and then. from the child
| astride the mans neck.
81 heard in town." broke forth 1.ye
Braeser, that Old Marc Mackenzie's
comm home. Here's where us squat
ters get HI flung at US good and
plenty"
Jeremiah Hopkins stopped his work
and frowned at the speaker.
He'd best be a-lookin' out for his
self" he muttered. 'Mebbe he'll get
taste of the hot place If he does any
struttln' around the Silent City"
"Mebbe," repeated Larry. Bishop.
and no more. Marcus Mackenzie.
handsome. Snug and rich. had been the
instrument that had moved the hands
of the law to swing open the prison
doors and shove Larry Bishop inside
just when his young wife needed him
most. ----t
Once in sight Of the roaring water,
rushing in torrents from the Bad Mans
ravine. Polly sent out peculiar little
trill: and the hoarse answer Of a
mans voice mingled with Its echo as
1t struck the enormous. up-roaring
rock slabs.
Polly's henrt bounded and lost Its
heavy weight Of fear. Daddy Hop
kins had responded ponderously to her
first call. In another moment she was
crawling up the Jagged sides Of the
deep gulf. As she came up to them.
Hopkins companions waved her a
greeting, but stopped their work at
the sight Of her sober face.
"What's up. lnssie?" demanded Hop
kins. "You amt seen q ghost, have
yOu?"
"worser'n that, Daddy" she replied.
"Aiuch worser'n that! Old Mares
home, an I heard him say he's goin'
TO root us squatters out of tile Silent
City"
A brute-llke glare flashed Into Lar
| ry Bishops eyes. o.
did he, now, brat?" he muttered,
takin. up his knife and looking at 1t.
Polly sG'mtted down beside her faith
err. slipping one hand under his arm.
The other she gave to the child, who
grasped 1t engerly.
"DId he. now?" came in repetition
from Bishops throat.
yep" asserted Pollyop, with an
emphatic bob of her head, IAN come
to tell you all you'd best be a-l0okin'
out for i'm. Daddy, he says you're
the worst man In the settlement, but
everybody knows he's liar"
| He'd best be lOokin' out for his own
hide" Hopkins shot back like flash
Of steel. II amt in any mind to stand
much of his CUFF, the dirty duffer."
| Withdrawing her arm from her faith
.er's, she leaned her chin on her hand.
She wanted to urge them not to worry
too much, to tell them Of the other
man. rich like old Marc, who had ex-
pressed In tender tones kindly in.
terest In their welfare. Somehow,
though. the words would not come. The
peaceful figure did not fit in with the
secret understanding that expressed It.
self In the frowning. furtive glances
that passed from one to the other of
her men-folks. ."2
"He's awful. powerful strong" she
ventured in answer to the look she
had intercepted. "an' powerful rich!"
"An' moneys what makes the mare
60" struck in Lye Braeger.
"sure, so 'tis." answered Polly. "But
faint everything in the world. I got
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