The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1939-01-12


ly way we could prove it was
to wire Ell Paso and that's what
we done. They said Henry was
caught and already hung"
If I ever see that little runt
again that brought me over to
your office, I'll break his neck for
him." Crowell stormed.
Il wouldn't" the sheriff ad-
vised quietly.
CroWell crossed to the Mile
High CORNER and disappeared.
Rosy and Dave saw him enter
the hotel. In three minutes, he
was on the street again, where
he cut across and headed down
the side street.
Rosy and Dave saw his shad-
owy figure turn into Fullerton's.
CroWell's visit to Hammond
was short. When he came out of
the doctors house he walked
swiftly toward the hotel.
He came out of the hotel, a
piece of luggage in his hand.
Rosy whistled softly as they
drew back in the shadows. so
that was his hurry? Only ten
minutes to catch a train"
Rosy led the way around the
rear of the short train. On the
other side of the tracks, they
kept in shadow again, and walk
ed a few hundred feet past the
painting engine until they came
to the stock pens.
Rosy faded away in the shad-
oW. When the engine bell start
ed to clang, he was again squat
ting with Dave. Slowly the train
numbered out of the station,
abreast of them and passed them.
Then Rosy chuckled and settled
back on his heels. Something
hit the cinders ahead of them and
slid harshly a distance. 1t was
piece of luggage. Then the
dark figure of man could be
seen as he swung down from the
car.
They listened and soon heard
the footsteps behind them to the
rear of the pen. Rosy edged his
head around the corner and saw
it was Crowell.
Using piles of ties, tool sheds
and horse trough as shelter,
Crowell swung wide of the sta
ton, walked beyond it way,
then crossed the tracks into the
alley which ran behind the build
ings of the main street.
In the alley, with the dim light
of the town at the upper end,
they followed him easily.
Suddenly Crowell swerVed out
of the alley, climbed over a
small, neat hedge, moved around
to the front of a house, mounted
and knocked on the door. Evil
IDENTIFY a voice bid him enter, for
he disappeared.
Dawes amazed eyes sought
Rosy's in the dark.
"Know it," Rosy asked.
God, yes!" Dave said huskily.
That's Pearson's!"
Here's the dehornin'," NUT
tered. Come on"
They vaulted the hedge and
stepped on the porch cautious
ly. Testing the door, Rosy found
it unlocked.
He drew a gun, as did Dave,
and swung against the door. 1t
opened readily, letting them into
low ceiled, half-darkened room.
Sprawled in an easy chair on
the other side of the wide fire
place, at the far end of the room,
sat Quinn. One of his guns point
ed at the two men, Pearson and
Crowell, seated together on a
davenport. Both men were hold
ing their hands over their heads.
Quinn" Rosy exploded.
''Howdy," Quinn drawled.
Pearson seems to think I should
ut have come here tonight"
Rosy was the first to find him
self and he chuckled Reckon
he'd like to tell Buck Hammond
that?"
! 7 don't intend to tell Buck
Hammond anything!" Pearson
snapped. His face was stern and
unyielding.
| Quinn drew a pair of handouts
, from his pocket and handed them
to Rosy.
Pearson and Crowell protest
ing. were h8ndcuffed together.
Reckon you and Quinn can
take them over to Doc Fuller
| ton's?" Rosy asked Dave. I'm
goin' to get the sheriff. We'll
make this legal, anyhow"
1t was a grim and silent group
that collected on the sun-porct
/ of DR.. Fullerton's at Rosy's be-
! hest He had gone to the hOte1