The Winslow mail., 1923-10-05
CHAPTER III-Continued.

She was alone-alonel Beyond law,
Justice, mercy even, without friend,
O hope; a mere atom left to perish at
the will of brute. Even God had de-
serted her.
Her wrist watch had stopped, and
she possessed no knowledge of the time,
yet surely it must be late. The respite
now would be short; those who were
coming to carry out this mockery
could not be delayed much longer.
She even hoped now they would come;
anything was better than this uncer-
tainty, this horror of waiting.
She wondered where Bob Meager
was and what he was doing. There
was no movement about the house,
except that Of the cook in the detached
kitchen. The fellows regular work
would have been completed long ago
no doubt he was busily preparing
some sort of feast with which to cele-
brate the wedding. The wedding! Her
wedding! There was the harsh mock
cry of laughter in her voice as she
repeated over aloud the ironic words.
Her wedding Girl-like she had won
dered often what it would be like.
And now it was here; she was actually
waiting the hour, the moment. And
the husband; the man whom Fate or
the devil had brought to her? He
was waiting, too, no doubt, alone in
the front room yonder, drinking him
self into a reckless courage, becoming
greater demon with every moment
of delay It was too much, too much.
The very heart seemed to go out of
her, and she buried her face in her
with the sobs which could no longer
be restrained.
Suddenly her ears caught the dis
tant sound Of horses hoofs through
the silence, and she sat up, gasping
for breath, once more clutched by fear.
Yes, they were actually coming, the
end was already at hand he had not
lied to her, not merely threatened
he was really brute enough to carry
out the mad scheme. She was upon
her feet, standing. motiOnless and
rigid. back beyond view, when the
little party rode up to the main door
of the ranch house, which opened at
their approach, a startling beam of
light flashing within.
There were but three in the COM
pany, all men. Two of the faces she
could not distinguish at all, one
rather trim figure, sitting his saddle
like a cavalry man; the other a hump
i,oI oil
with broad Mexican sOmbrero which
completely shaded his features. These
two remained mounted, but the third
man swung instantly down from the
saddle, noisily greeting Meager as he
stepped into the open doorway. He
was a heavily built American, with
coarse. bloated face, and wore a
scraggly beard. When he spoke he
croaked like q frog.
'Hullo. Bob!" he called out wad-
ding forward. "Well, l got here all
right"
$50 see" with no special cordiality
In the voice, which was hOarse from
drink. "And you didn't come alone,
Garrity; who the HI is with your"
"Alone!" He sputtered out a laugh
did you think I'd ride across that
d-d desert at night alone? Not for
ak the money you got, Bob Meage
Arvan came along with me, an out
here at Silver Springs we run into
another old pard O. yours, an per-
suaded him to ride on along with u.s.
Amt that all right?"
"It depends! D-n you. Garrity,
told you this was to be a private af-
fair, didn't l? Who is the fellow you
brought along from Silver Springs?"
"Frisco-don't that beat HIP"
Frisco! Why, by Cd, l never
supposed he dared show up this side
the line" He stepped out eagerly.
reeling little from the liquor he car
ried. yet heading straight toward the
taller figure in the dim light The lat
ter swung down from the saddle and
met him. Meager, garrulous with
drink, greeting him effusively.
Say, I'm glad to see you, Kid" he
burst forth, "but how the hi do you
dare come here? There is a lot O.
guys who'd kill their own mother fer
the reward Arizonas got on you.
Tryin' to commit suicide"
"No, not as desperate as that Bob"
answered the other, his voice rather