Evening star., 1923-09-07

Then it'll only add more trouble
on YOUR father If you're brought back.
| Better tell him YOU didn't do it and
come with me. He'll believe YOU.
AnybodN would. You're not a liar.
Let things work themselves out. They
| most always do. YOU know"
Pete heSitated. lingering 80 long in
front of the saloon that Hawkins was
at length forced to remind him of the
danger OF recognition, "A circumstance
/ which would take from him any
chance he might now have of shaping
his own course of action. Still un-
certain and sick at heart Pete Welded
TO the urging of his friend. and the
two moved on toward the Moapa
Iradins Company. at which place
write letter with nothing to fear
! from the manager. Smead. who would
Keep his own council regarding Petes
name.
| True to his prediction. Smesd took
the news solemnly and assured both
Hawkins and Pete that he would keep
his knowledge to himself.
1t was well after the hour ap-
pointed by Hawkins to begin the
journey, when Pete finally emerged
with buising envelope, addressed
and stamped.
Better not take it to the post
| office" Hawkins advised. There's
| sure to he more of those tarnashioned
posters there. Here's a boy. Maybe
he will take it 10 the depot and put
1t right on the train. or do YOU think
he'll recognize the name"
| No. It's addressed TO some one,
else. 10 Judge Stivers. The boy Will
do all right; here, YOU give il to
him"
\ moment more. and Pete stood
| watching the willing messenger go
! whistlinE merrily down the long
street toward the depot
| that" he unused half aloud TO Haw-
kins. but more to himself If !
could
| He chopped his sentence short and
grasped Hawkins by the arm. Look:
those two men: they came out of the
alley; they're walking to the depot
with him..
Hawkins eyes followed the trio
now disappearing down the street as
he remarked:
Il can't be sure, but one of em
looks like Bull Garret. but he's prob
ably just shopping around. He won't
| recognize the name on the letter
Let's 60"
Pete would have given much to
have seen the letter posted, but al
| ready he had imposed far too much
| of his own troubles on his waiting
| companion. and so he said nothing.
but moved off in the direction of the
! towering mountains of the Saw Tooth
l range, "dlhlHB clOSe at the SlQe OIL
| his companion.
Yet, as he walked, he could not
] forget the letter.
| You noticed | addressed it to
| Judge Stivers." he explained. IF
| there's a man on earth who can solve
| the mystery of that robbery, he can.
I've called him Uncle John now for
years. Pood old Uncle John. He's
worried as much about me, 1 think,
| as father has"
| Come, now-you ought to quit
| worryin'. Pete. just forget 1t; it's sure
| to come out all right in the cleanup"
Hawkins replied. a trif1e bored.
Pete sighed heavily and made
| desperate effort to get his train of
| thoughts into a channel that might
prove more interesting to his COM
| panion.
There doesn't seem to be any one
living between here and the noun
tains at ALL" he commented. as he
noticed the barren waste of snow
| that stretched in an almost unbroken
expanse before him.
NO" Hawkins replied. when the
snow melts in the spring YOU will see
| the reason. The old Salmon river.
way up by the mountains now. must
| have been all over here once, for
there'a nothing but waste sand undex