White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1932-08-18
'THHE DESERTS PRICE

one 1OISOI lHdI he WAS McCaQQ
sealed of the tribe of the enemy. She
remembered only that the life of q
man she liked was in great danger
"Can't you save him?' she cried. "He
didn't do it-not the way they say he
did. I know better. He's not that
kind Of man."
Her appeal went home to him in.
stantly. "I'll try"
"What can you dol? she asked
eagerly, wistfully.
The sense Of her sweet dependence
flowed in on him like stream Of cold
bracing water. He had not the least
idea what he could do, but he was sud
denly sure that he would find a way.
"We've got to move FAST" he said,
his brain working as he talked. It'll
get myself appointed deputy sheriff by
Mike Rand. You go to yore friends.
Tell em what you've told me. Try to
stir up an opposition sentiment"
IF I could see Jasper-if I could
talk with him"
Even as she spoke an idea flashed
into the mind of Mccain. Don't you,"
he urged. "I'n see him. I'll talk with
him."
"You!" Her eyes dilated. "You
don't mean-you wouldn't"
"I'll not hurt him." he promised.
"But there's just chance l could per-
suade him to be reasonable. I've got
an argument that might work with
him. No time to talk it over with you
now"
"Well," she agreed doubtfully.
"That's my secret, how l figure on
doing it." He smiled up into the dark
vivid eyes to assure her it was no
dark and dreadful one. "Now we got
to get busy right quick"
EYES," came her obedient answer.
Afterward she was surprised at the
meekness with which she surrendered
to him, to the arch enemy of her fam
ily, the direction of her actions.
"see everybody you can who might
help" he told her. "My brother Lyn
is in town, probably at the Legal Ten
der. He's good man. Send for him.
| Tell him I'll be at the Jail. If he can
get half dozen men with rifles It'll
do the business They'll have to come
up the creek bed and in the back way.
| You keep off the streets yoreself. Out
doors in this town is no place for
women tonight. Sam here will do yore
errands for you"
"S,1ra will" Sam volunteered
What Mccain said was true. The
| streets were full Of men lettering, men
whispering together, men hurrying to
and fro, but of women there was no
evidence. More than one pair of
searching eyes during that minute of
hurried talk had challenged her right
to be out.
| "Tll stay in," Julia promised, an ac-
cess of color in her dark cheeks.
! He nodded, casually, and turned
away. Her gaze followed him as he
moved down the street, walking with
the strong purposeful stride of one
| who knew what he was about to dc
and the best way to do it.. A primal
emotion, old as the race, surged up in
her unexpectedly. For the moment he
was not the man she hated but the one
who filled her life.
Before Wilson Mccain put into execu.
ton the plan he had in mind he paid a
visit to Mike Rand, jailor and deputy
! sheriff.
! The Jail was already being watched
| but after a few words with those in
| front Wilson was allowed to go in
The instructions of the armed men
] posted near were not to allow the
deputy to pass out with his prisoner
Nothing had been said about people
going into the Jail.
"What you amin to do, Mike?" Nc
Cam asked the jailer
"About what?"
"This lynchin' Jas Stark is workin
up"
"What do you reckon aim to do?'
Rand asked sulkily. I'm sheriff here
in Hanks absence"
@Meanin' that you'll fight, ! reckon
Mccain shook his head ''No chance
Mike. Let me light out with Stone an
keep him hidden till this blows over.
The deputy rejected this PROPOSE
ton fatty. "No, sir. He'll stay RICH
here. Hank left him in my charge, TO