The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1923-08-29


knowledge, the girl ventured through
the great open door OF the stable. aL5
began cropping her way forward
searching the stalls. The FIRST was
empty. and, as she started to advance
| toward the second, she came to a sud-
den pause, with heart leapina into her
| throat-there had been a sound at her
| left, rustling Of straw, as though
| something had made a quick move
ment. She listened intently. drawing
| a breath Of relief at the succeeding
silence. No coubt IT was a horse stir
ring. or possibly a rat Then a voice
spoke sternly not three feet away.
Put Up your hands Who are you'll
What are you doing in hereT
She obeyed instinctively, too fright
ened to even speak. dropping the bag
to the floor, forgetting completely the
revolver buckled about her waist.
A hand reached forward out Of the
darkness and gripped her appraised
arm; she was conscious Of the close
presence Of man, yet for the instant
retained no power Of movement.
"Why don't you speak" said the
same voice, impatiently. evidently an
gered at her silence. what are you
sneaking about in here for? Well, I'll
be d-dw his tone changing, "if
don't believe It's a woman"
ut is a woman" she managed to
reply falteringly. "But-but does that
make any differenceT
II x.t~ to-
denced in the sound, although he did
not in any way relax his vigilance.
"Well, confess 1t might" he adj
mitted, 'for you are q most unusual
discovery in this section. 1 was look
ing for almost anything else. You be-
long with this OUTFIT"
ITO the Meager ranch, you meant
Yes-that is, I have been employed
here. You-you are not a Mexican,
are you?"
II should say not / belong north
Of the line II that's any relief to you.
And what's more, If you want to be
square with me, I'll play fair on my
side. You believe thatT'
Il shall have to; It wouldn't do me
any good to lie."
Il reckon not; so let's get 1t over
with; who are your"
Deborah Meredith" she explained,
rather eagerly. II am a profess
sional nurse; my home Is In Chicago.
Tom Meager employed me to come out
here and take care of his wife. Are
you a friend of Bob Meager's?
The man chuckled, and she knew
he had put away the weapon he had
held in his hand
We've run about together a bit, ad-
nit; which confession maybe is no rec
ommendation to you"
mo, it is not
81 thought likely 1t wouldn't be. So
you and Bob are not good friends"
II despise and hate him; he Is q
drunken brute"
Granted freely; but if you feel that
way, why did you remain here on the
ranch?'
Because I have had no chance to
get away since his father died. I
could not desert my patient, and be-
sides, had no reason to suppose Bob
would come back and take possession.
He was a fugitive from justice; his
father had lost all faith in him, and
and I had reason to believe he had
been shut out from all right to this
You had reason to believe? What
reason? I am not asking merely from
curiosity; l want to understand the
entire situation. I already have an
idea what this means; you are en-
deavoring to escape alone?"
ut seemed my only chance" she
confessed. But 1 am talking with a
stranger; perhaps I trust you too
much. You are not employed here?'
mo; just blew in last night"
what is your manner"
Daniel Kelleen."
you are not cow-puncher surelyl |
You-you have education"
He laughed good-humoredly.
Nevertheless. 1 am quite accus-
toned to cow-punching Perhaps I've
had trifle more schooling than some
Of the boys. Now let me have tile.
straight of this affair, and then We'll
get busy. Tell it to me from the first"
Deborah stared at the mans dim
outline through the darkness. II she
could only see the expression of his
lace And there was no choice left
must trust him blindly. alb
'olutely; he could defend or betray her
IT his own will. So clear was this
situation she scarcely hesrtateJ