Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-10-16
CHAPTER VIII-Continued

Carson blamed himself for the es-
cape. "Quinnion might have let him
loose" he unused as he went slowly to
the house to tell Judith what had hap
pened. "An' then he mightn't. If he
didn't, then who the devil did?''
Judith received the news sleepily
and much more quietly than Carson
had expected.
wen have to keep our eyes open
after this, Carson" was her criticism.
We've got to keep an eye on our, own
men. Some one of our crowd, taking
my pay, is double-c crossing us. Now,
get your men on the jump and we.
won't bother about the milk-spilling.
If we are in luck wen get Shorty yet.
And Quinnion, Carson! Don't forget
Quinnion. And we've still got Bill
Crowdy; we'll get everything out of
him that he knows"
During the day Emmett Sawyer, the
Rocky Bend sheriff, came, and with
him Doctor Brannan. Sawyer assured
Judith that he would be followed
shortly by a posse led by deputy and
that they would hunt through the
mountains until they got the outlaws.
TO all questions put him, Bill Crow
lily answered with stubborn denial of
knowledge or not at all. He had been
alone; he didn't know any man named
Quinnion, he didn't know anything
about Shorty And he hadn't robbed
Miller. That canvas bag, then, with
the thousand dollars in it? He had
found it; picked it up in gully.
Crowdy, at Doctor Brannans ORDERS
was taken to Rocky Bend, where Saw
yer promised him speedy trial, con-
viction and heavy sentence unless he
changed his mind and turned states
evidence. And-to be done with Bill
Crowdy for good and all-he never
came to stand trial. A mad attempt at
escape a week later, another bullet
hole given him in his struggle with his
Jailer, and with lips still stubbornly
locked, he died without Switching on
a pal"
~
Under fire in the dark cabin with
life grown suddenly tense for them,
Bud Lee and Judith Sanford had
touched hands lingeringly. No one
who knew them guessed it certainly
one of them, perhaps both, sought to
forget it. There had been that strange
thrill which comes sometimes when a
mans hand and woman's meet. Bud
Lee grunted at the memory of it: Ju-
~ riv,r
Fory at that moment of deep, sympa-
thetic understanding touched with ro-
nance which young life will draw
even from dark night fraught with
danger, there had been in Bud Lees
heart but an acceptance, eager as it
was, of a 'pardner." For the time be-
ing he thought of her-or, rather, he
thought that he thought Of her-as a
man would think Of companion of
his own sex. He approved of her. But
he did not approve of her as girl, as
a woman.
He had said: ''There are two kinds
of women" And Judith, knowing that
his ideal was an impossible but poetic
She, rich in subtle feminine graces.
stepped in that vague charm of her sex
like a rose in its own perfume, had
accepted his friendship during dark
hour, allowing herself to forget that
upon the morrow, If morrow came to
them at all, he would hold her in that
gentle scorn of his.
"a narrow-minded, bigoted fool ~
she cried in the seclusion of her bed
room. "I'll show you where you get
off, Mr.. Bud Lee! Just you wait"
In the long, quiet hours which came
during the few days following the end
of a fruitless search for Quinnion and
Shorty, he had ample time to analyze
his own emotion. He liked her: from
the bottom of his heart he liked her.
But she was not the lady of his
dreams. She rode like a man, she
shot like man, she gave her orders
like a man. She was efficient. She
was as square as a die; under fire she
was a pardner for any man. But she
was not little lady to be thought of
sentimentally. He wondered what she
would look like if she shed boots and
broad hat and riding-habit and ap-
peared before a man in an evening
gown-"all lacy and ribbony, you
know" He couldn't imagine her dal-
lying, as the lady Of his dreams dal-