The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-01-17
CHAPTER lI-Continued.

De Witt was unconscious and breath
Ing heavily. Somebody ran back fol
water. Another man produced a flask
of brandy and got some Of the contents
between De Wits teeth. Presently
De Witt began to splutter. He sat up,
saw and recognized Winton, and his
eyes filled with deadly hatred.
I'll get even with you for this" he
mumbled.
But there was no more fight in him.
Solicitously attended by the little clerk
whom he had ousted from his seat so
uncermoniously. De Witt staggered
back TO the coach, resuming his old
place In the corner, with his hat pulled
over his discoloring forehead.
He looked so abject and crestfallen,
with his swollen lip and bruised jaw
But 1t was certain that De Witt de-
served no pity. The man was a bully
and a cad and had got his deserts.
After the coach had started, Sheila
Seaton bent forward and spoke to Win
ton.
1 ubA L hiON lOW " lHdbh NOdf VI
she said, with a catch of her breath.
Nobody else would have dared to do
what you have DONE"
81 think most men would have done
Bo,' said Winton.
You don't know who he is. He is
Judge Davis man. Nobody would dare
to thvsart Judge Davis. The judge
xlands behind Mr.. De Witt in every
ehina."
"Wfho is Judge Davis?"
"The president Of the Diamond
Fielde Syndicate. And the landdrost."
"What's that?' Winton asked.
The resident magistrate and judge.
You see, Malopo is really a native pro-
tectorate, and there isn't any legisla-
ture or law, so Judge Davis can do
anything he pleases. You are a stran-
ger, aren't you? But you don't speak
like an Englishman."
SIN an American, and I know moth
Ing of this country" answered Winton.
~ only landed a week ago. l came out
lo'-he checked himself-"to take up a
claim in Malopo."
They were bending close toward
each other. The creaking of the coach
made their words ~inaudible to the
who, having discussed the
incident to their satisfaction,
had settled down to sleep through the
glare and heat and dust. Winton cast
a glance toward Daddy Seaton. The
oo hovin0 ce, rod hic th;re+
with plentiful gulps of whisky, was
fast asleep in his corner.
"You have made a terrible %blunder,"
said the girl earnestly. "You had bet
take the next coach back. Really,
you had better, because nobody can |
man"
swell see," said Winton grimly. 'In
he mean time, won't you tell me why
why he thinks he can insult your I
She smiled YEARLY. 'In a frontier I
settlement women do not expect cour-
%esies," she answered. t
"On the contrary" answered Winton.
I don't believe these men"-he looked t
'ound the coach-"would not protect b
GU in an emergency, unless
He hesitated. He was getting into il
Ieep water. The question was too s
'ersoEal. a
And Winton was beginning to suspect c
hat the same fate which had broken il
Id SeatOn had somehow changed the il
curse of the girls life, though she was "
OF spiritless like her father. There W
yas about her an indefinable air of il
l~oofness, as if she had been driven in il
pom herself, as if some tragedy had T
obbed her of her right to happiness. d
And she had submitted to De Wits a,
as If it had been inevitable. W
The girl bent forward earnestly. 81
,e you don't understand she said. T
our frontier towns there are only n
70 classes Of women. those that are m
dies and those that are-not. l am oil
These men could tell you (.