The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-11-27
CHAPTER VIII-Continued

CaIsr4. blamed hlmself for the es
cap0 4Qrinninr might have let hin
Iovse," he musgd as he went slowly tc
the house to rell 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 thar Carson
had expected.
wen have 70 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 embarrassing US. Now,
get your men on the jump and we
won'1 bother about the m~ilk-spilling.
If wa are in luck we'll get Shorty yet.
And Quinnion. Carson! Don't forget
Quinaion. 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 a deputy and
that they would hunt through the
mountains unril they got the outlaws.
To all questions put him, Bill Crow
dy answered with stubborn denial of
knowledge O.. not at all. He had been
alone; he didn't know any mar named
Quinnion, he didn't know anything
about Shorty. And he hadn't robbed
Miller. That canvas bag, then, with
thn fhnncand 1n1larC in ~ - Ha hu6
found it; picked it up in a gully.
Crowdy, at Doctor Brannan's orders,
was taken to Rocky Bend, where Saw
yer promised him a speedy trial, con
viction and heavy sentence unless he
charged his mind and turned states
evidence. And-to be done with Bill
Crowdy for good and all-he never
zane to stand trial. A mad attempt at
escape a week later, another bullet
hole given him in his struggle with his
Taller, 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 its certainly
one of them, perhaps 'botily sought to
forget it. There had been that strange
thrill which comes sometimes when a
mans hand and a woman's meet. Bud
Lee %grunted at the memory of it; Ju-
dith. remembering, blushed scarlet.
For, at that moment of deep, sympa-
thetic understanding touched with ro-
nance which young life will draw
even from a dark night fraught with
danger, there had been in Bud Lees
was. of a '%pardner." For the time be-
ing he thought of her-or, rather, he
thought that he thought. of her-as a
would think of a companion of
his own sex. He approved Of her. But
ne did not approve of her as a girl, as
a woman.
He had said: There are two kinds
Of women" And Judith, knowing that
ideal was an impossible but poetic
She, rich in subtle feminine graces,
in that vague charm of her sex
like a rose in its own perfume, had
accepted his friendship during a 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. bigots1 fooli"
she cried in the seclusion of her bed
room. I'll show you where you get
of, Mr.. Bud Leei Just you wait"
In the long, quiet hours which came
during the few days following the end
Of a fruitless search for Quinnion and
he had ample time to analyze
Ais v smution. He liked her; froi-A