Fredericksburg Standard (Fredericksburg, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 47, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 14, 1920 Page: 2 of 10
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CHAPTER IX.-Back at Haskell, West
pott 1* told Stella has returned east, but
ts Informed of the kidnaping by an eye-
witness He determines to force the truth
up, and water brought from the stream,
in which it was bathed. Moore’s hand
best he could on hands and knees,
while Moore lowered himself at arm’s
length over the narrow rock ledge. The
boy loosened his grip, but landed al-
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trip if yer took it careful an' slow
like.”
when the little marshal struck the dirt,
with a force that made him grunt au-
dibly. At the foot of this pile of debris,
Moore waited for them, the night so
dark down there in the depths. West-
cott's outstretched hand touched the
Westcott escapes, but leaves evidence of
his presence and becomes a marked man.
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CHAPTER VIII.—Her kidnapers carry
there when you left, Moore?"
“Joe Sikes, and a fellow they call
‘Shorty,' but they're both outside; that
was Joe who bound up ol' Mendez’
“You won't have to do that. What’s
the idea, Moore?"
fellow before he was assured of his
presence.
The Mexicans were still; whatever
deviltry they were up to, it was being
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ly studded with danger the mind ac-
tually recoiled in contemplation.
They were still sitting there cross-
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snapping out orders.
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with that log!" muttered Westcott be-
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pressing nothing.
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right informs John Cavendish of the ex-
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to leave for Haskell, Colorado, and Stella
is ordered by Farrias to proceed there at
once.
•> feet in the sand, lifted his eyes shrewd-
a ly, and studied the faces of his cap-
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CHAPTER 1. - Frederick Cavendish,
New York man of wealth, receives a let-
ter from an old friend, Jim Westcott,
urging him to come at once to Colorado.
You couldn't take no evidently startled, but not knowing
Here’d be my plan: which way to turn. The figure on the
if you want the higest market price for your
Poultry, Eggs, Wax, Hides and
Grain.
For sale in any quanity
Flour, Bran, Shorts, and Stock Salt.
Agent for Pennant Automobile Oils,
and whoever the poor devil, or devils.
may be they'll have to fight."
"Yek, but who are they?" and Bren-
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carrled on now in silence; the only
sound was a muffled scraping Bren-
CHAPTER III.—Stella learns of the
will Enright had drawn up, also of John
Cavendish's infatuation for Celeste La
Rue, chorus girl, and that Enright is a
friend of the La Rue girl. A conversa-
manded the unbarring of the door, and twelve feet, I reckon; an' then just a
that he both threatened and promised slope to ther bottom. Don't make no
protection to whoever was within. It | more noise then yer have to, an' give
was the language he employed that me a chance ter git out of then way
u way, what is thar in it fer me?"
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not satisfled the body found was that of
his employer. She is directed by Far-
riss, city editor, of the Star, to follow up
the case.
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my nature, or Jim’s here, ter turn legged in the sand when the silence
Westcott asked: “How can we get
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with her—that fellow yer told me
about likely."
"Fred Cavendish! By Jove, it would
from Farriss containing
CHAPTER XV-The reunion la inter- kin hoof it over ter the place I‛m tell- clustered about, gesticulating excit-
rupted by detectives, who arrest Caven-. tn' yer about, an' yer kin sorter size edly.
4ih.assertinK. he.is, "Gentleman.Tom it up fer yerselves. That’s fair, ain’t An occasional Spanish oath exploded
westott, shown Burke's photograph, in- It?" ' from the mass with sufficient vehe-
uth. That night Frederick Cavendish
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he is hidden. Ned Heaton, notorious
he like him. Say, boys, I’m going down
and take a hand in this game."
The marshall gripped him.
“Not yet. Jim! It ain’t dark enough.
Wait a bit more an’ I'm with yor, old
man, is also mentioned. Celeste is
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RANDALL PARRISH
•I Author of “The Devil’s Own,”
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all happened. I know ye're square.
was suddenly punctuated by the sharp
report of a revolver. The sound bare-
CHAPTER V.—Returning from a walk,
Stella finds her baggage at the hotel has
been searched. From Farriss she learns
_ ... — ------------- No will “You fellows want ter get down in-
betnte. found, John Cavendish inherits the ter the valley?" he asked at last.
t to secure "Oh. I was just thinkin’.” he an-
nows w ere swered, still uncertain. “If I show’ yer
“Yes,” and Brennan turned again
quickly, “If it can be done. Of course
Mexes on the main trail. You couldn’t came spurring from the field beyond,
go straight, but would have ter circle The men were armed, several with
out an’ travel mostly behind that ridge guns in their hands; all with revolv-
o’ sand thar to the left Goin' that ers buckled at the waist, and they
a-way nobody’s likely ter get sight o' bunched there, Just outside the door,
CHAPTER IV.-At Haskell Stella, rep-
resenting herself us a newspaper writer,
makes the acquaintance of Jim Westcott,
Frederick Cavendish’s old partner. West-
oott resents the interest taken in Stella make no promise
SYtEngtnaw"homkeheaknoworanlimgo a h-i »v a ways if this ever gets in
tected frum Bill Lacy. He’d kill me
as quick as he'd look at me. Then
“It would take more than one to do
that Job. Maybe we’ll find out now-
he's pounding with a revolver butt on
the front door."
They listened breathlessly, hanging
recklessly over the rim of the chasm,
and staring at that strange scene be-
low, but the man's words only reached
them broken and detached. They got
enough, however, to realize that he de.
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sand dunes fellow must have called to the others,
-------------- — whar nobody ever goes. They're tired although no sound of a voice attained
dsthhnhohadebenprense"ronowngnh ‛nough ter stand, an’ there aln’t any- the summit of the cliff, for the whole
leaving New York, thing for ’em to graze on. Then we gang rushed in that direction, and
Deciding to go, he employs a lawyer,
Patrick Enright, to draw up a will leav
ing most of his estate to charity, with 1.
mere pittance to John Cavendish, his
nephew and only relative, a dissolute
■ wood.
The door crashed in; there was a
fusillade of shots, the spits of fire
cleaving the dusk, and throwing the
! figures of the men Into sudden bold
I relief. The log wielders sprang aside.
| and the others leaped forward, yelling
i wildly and plunging In through the
broken doorway. An Instant later three
mufled reports rang out from the in-
terior—one deep and booming, the oth-
era sharper, more resonant—and the
invaders tumbled backward into the
open, seeking shelter. Westcott was
erect, Brennan on hands and knees.
trom Bill Lacy, and surprises that indi-
vidual in a conference with Enright. He
demands to know the whereabouts ol
Stella and Frederick Cavendish. A fight
ensues, in which Beaton is accidentally
killed by Enright. Lacy accuses West-
cott of killing Beaton, urging his follow-
ers to lynch him. Dan Brennan, village
marshal, protects Westcott, the two tak-
ing refuge on a rock in the river, where
they hold off their asallants.
For Sale
ond-hand Ford Touring
cate the direction, “on the east rim o’
the valley, where yer might get down.
Ye’d have ter hang on tooth an’ toe-
That night Stella receives a note. ... . nt , oth of ver are mountain
supposedly from Westcott, asking her tc nani but botn -er are mountain
meet him at once. She goes to the desig: men, an’ I reckon yer could make the
nated place and is seized and carried
his excitement conquering restraint.
"Whoever they are, Jim, they're givin'
ol’ Mendez his belly full. Did yer hear
them shots? There's sure two of ’em
in thar—one's got a shotgun an' the
other a revolver. I'll bet yer they
punctured some o’ those lads. Lord I
They come out like rats."
Westcott’s teeth gripped.
“I'm going down,” he said grimly, “If
I have to go alone."
Brennan scrambled to his feet
“Just a second, Jim, an’ I'm with
yer. Moore, get up yere. Now, what
do yer say? Can we count you in on
this shindig?”
“Sure; didn't I just tell you so?"
Brennan wheeled about.
“Give him his gun. Jim, and the
belt,” he commanded briefly. “I don't
send no man Into a fracas like this un-
less he's heeled. Leave yer coats here,
an’ take it slow. Both of yer ready?"
Not until his dying day will Westcott
ever forget the moment he hung dan-
gling over the edge of that pit, follow-
ing Moore who had disappeared, and
felt gingerly in the darkness for the
narrow rock ledge below.
At best they could only creep, feel-
ing a way blindly from crag to crag,
clinging desperately to every projec-
tion, never venturing even the slight-
est movement until either hand or foot
found solid support. Moore led, his
boyish recklessness and knowledge of
the way giving him nn advantage.
Westcott followed. keeping as close as
possible, endeavoring to shape his own
efforts in accordance with the dimly
outlined form below; while Brennan,
short-legged and stout, probably had
the hardest task of all In bringing up
the rear.
There was nothing but intense black-
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“There a goin‛ ter bust in the door,"
9 and Moore craned his head farther out
: | over the edge in eagerness to see. “I
reckon they didn't git no answer that
■ pleased ’em. See ol’ Mendez hoppin' i
about! Lord! he’s mad ‛nough to eat (
nails. Thar comes the log—say, they
' i hit that some thump; thar ain't no
I wood that’s goin‛ ter stand agin them i
' blows long. Do yer hear?"
f They did; the dull reverberation as ‘
Y the log butt crashed against the closed I
/ door was plainly audible. Once, twice, i
, : three times it struck, giving forth at
/ 1 last the sharper crackling of splintered
Yorker. Back in Haskell, with Stella. I Lead this yere outfit o’ mine an’ your ground lifted itself partly, and the
ZSt, anq ponies back inter them
ness down there—a hideous chasm of
death clutching at them; the houses,
the men, the whole valley was com-
pletely swallowed in the night. Twice
Westcott had to let go entirely, trust-
ing to a ledge below to stop his fall;
once he traveled a yard, or more, dan-
gling on his hands over the abyss, his
feet feeling for the support beyond;
and several times he paused to assist
the shorter-legged marshal down to a
lower level. Their progress was that,
of the snail, yet every inch of the way
they played with death.
Fifty feet below, just as Moore
rounded the dead cedar, the guns be-
gan again, the spits of red flame light-
ing up the outlines of the cabin, and
the dark gurea of met. It was as
though they looked down into the pit.
watching the brewing of some sport of
demons- the movements below them
CHAPTER XIV—Westcott discovers
that the man Stella had rescue*! is not
Frederick Cavendish, but a man of the ver on foot,
same name who had evidently been mis- : '
taken by Enright's thugs for the New hOSS, though.
hands bound behind his back. He
couldn't even get up until those fel.
“Aye, but I do,” and Westcott's
voice proved his conviction. “There's
nothing too nervy for her to tackle if It
needed to be done. But she never
could have corralled Mendez alone.”
"Then there must be another along
court if I help yer I've got to be pro-
ed the logs in from ol' Baldy, more’n
forty miles. Creep up a bit an’ I'll
show yer how the trail runs. Don't
be afeerd; nobody kin see yer from
down below,"
“All right, son; where is it?"
“It starts at the foot o' that bowl
der," indicating with his linger, “an'
goes alng the shelf clear to the end;
then thar’s a drop ov maybe five feet
to that outcroppin' o' rock just below
It's wider than it looks tc be from
yere. After that yer can trace it
quite a spell with yer eyes, kinder
sidlin’ ter the left, till yer come tc
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were upon their feet, when a second
shot decided the matter.
Westcott was first at the rim, star-
ing eagerly downward. For a mo-
ment all he noticed was a man lying
man. It’ll be blacker than h—I
down there in fifteen minutes, an’ then
we’ll have some chance. They'd pot
us now sure afore we got as far as
that cedar. What is the gang up to
now, Matt?"
Do you feel weak, diz-
zy, worn-out? Is your
lack of good health caused
from any of the com-
plaints so common to
women? Then why not
give Cardui a trial? It
should surely do for you
what it has done for so
many thousands of other
women who suffered—it
should help you back to
health.
Ask some lady friend
who has taken Cardui.
She will tell you how it
helped her. Try Cardui.
“Did you hear that?" he asked short - Westcott passed the word back
ly. “The man spoke English. Who-' across his shoulder to Brennan, who
ever’s in there doesn’t understand, was panting heavily, and watched, as
Spanish. Were any Americans down
nan snt up "The whole tr-in
Etantremrkhsisoretiomnsinchecryutrr They went at it with a will. The mence to reach the strained ears
to Frederick Cavendish. A letter found team was driven Into the security of aDove, and the watchers were able to
tn La Rue’* room from John Cavendish the sand drifts and unhitched. The perceive the fellows lift the fallen man
the wiP cutting him of,"hadinadrunken saddles were taken from the backs of to his feet, and untie his hands, which
rage entered the Cavendish .apartment, the ponies, and what grain Moore had were apparently secured behind his
nim,mnd fied, not knowing his’biwKKad in the wagon was carefully appor- back. He must have been wounded
been fatal The detectives accept this tloned among the four animals. Satis also, for one sleeve was hastily rolled
explanation Stella sends the story of ’ , .. .1 . ........ w
her adventures to the star, and that fled these would not stray, the men
newspaper loses a valuable member ot looked carefully to their supply of
its staff, while Westcott gains hl* life's ammunition and set forth on their closed convulsively on the marshal's
tramp. arm.
This proved a harder journey than "It’s ol Mendez, as I’m a livin’ sin-
either Brennan or Westcott had an- ner, he announced hoarsely. "An
jy
down below. Matt? Houses, by Jingo'
Well, don't that beat h—I? -all the Then, did you notice? Mendez had his
arm, an’ Shorty was helpin’ bring up
the log,” neath only Impenetrable blackness.
The eves of Brennan and Westcott Silently he also dropped and his feet
met understandingly. I struck earth, sloping rapidly down-
“Yer don’t suppose that girl—” I ward. Hardly had he advanced a yard.
most nolselessiy. Westcott, peering
Moore Lowered Himself at Arm'*
Length Over the Narrow Rock
Ledge.
nan yet struggled for breath, but was
eager for action. He shoved his head
forward, listening.
(To be continued.)
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Just arrived a carload John
Deer Disc and Sulky Plows with
the latest improvements. See the
new John Deer Pony Disc Plow,
double or single, with a new le-
ver attachment for the rear
wheel before buying elsewhere.
Brennan to Westcott. The look of sul- sharply and plunged into what resem-
len defiance had vanished. , bled a narrow ravine through the
“Wotcher wanter ask?" ridge. Here they struggled knee deep
"Who was with you the out-trip,
along with Miss Donovan?”
“Joe Sikes."
“And yer left him back there, guard-
ing the girl?"
“He stayed; them was the orders,
while I was to bring back the team;
but I reckon he won't need to do no
guardin' to speak of. fer we run Inter
a bunch o' fellows."
“How many are theyr | Yer better „„ down an” craw up
"Maybe a dosen ; I don't just know - ter the edge," he advised. “Some
"What was done with the young
ing was nil from withouf, and was un-
answered ; n<> boom of shotgun replied,
no mufled crack of revolver. Yet it
must have been for a purpose, for the
men crouching against the cliff, their
faces showing ghastly in the flushes of
powder, were able to perceive a mass-
ing of figures below. Then the shots
ceased, and the butt of the great log
crushed against something with the
force of a catapult, and a yell rolled
up through the night.
At last Moore stopped, and waited
until Westcott was near enough for
him to whisper in the other's ear.
“There’s a drop yere, 'bout ten or
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that dead root ov a cedar. Then
thar’s a gap or two that ain't over
easy, an’ a slide down ter another
shelf. Yer can’t miss it, cause there’
no other way ter go."
“And what’s at the bottom?"
“Thein huts, an’ the mouth of a big
<mve just behind 'em. I reckon It’s in
the cave they’ve got the gal; there'*
places there they kin shut up, but I
don’t know what they was ever made
fer. I asked Lacy wunst, but he onlj
laughed.”
The two men lay flat, staring down.
It was almost a sheer wall, and the
very thought of climbing along the al-
most impassable path pointed out bj
Moore made Westcott dizzy. It was
such a sheer, precipitous drop, a putt
that Enright has left New York, hl* des-
tination probably Haskell. Stella tells -
Westcott all that happened at New York Dan Brennan, an' whatever yer says
and be is satisfied the dead man was not „
Frederick Cavendish. They agree to goes.
work together to unravel the mystery. The marshal stuck out his hand.
’ "That’s the gospel truth. Matt,” he
CHAPTER VI— Celeste and Enright ... . ,, ... .10.
Join Beaton at Haskell. Whil visiting said gravely, an l m with yer till the
his mine an attempt is made to shoot cows come home. What is it you
Weste ott, the bullet killing his Mexican
assistant. Tracking the assassin. West- know?
Cardui, the woman’s
tonic, helped Mrs. Wil-
liam Eversole, of Hazel
Patch, Ky. Read what
she writes: "I had a
general breaking-down
of my health. I was in
bed for weeks, unable to
get up. I had such a
weakness and dizziness,
... and the pains were
very severe. A friend
told me I had tried every-
thing else, why not
Cardui ? . . . I did, and
soon saw it was helping
me . . . After 12 bottles,
I am strong and well.”
tense with interest.
"Blamed if I know; might bo a mere
row—hold on, there I Whoever did it
' in the sand, but finally emerged on the is in that cabin; watch what they re
very rim overlooking the valley. uP to, now.
So perfectly was it concealed they More guns were brou ht forth from
were within ten feet of the edge be the bunkhouse, and distributed; the
fore the men, their heads bent in the single horseman rode swiftiy up the
strenuous effort to advance, even real- yalley; and a half-dozen of the fel-
ized its immediate presence. Moore 10W8 lugged a heavy timber up from
grinned as he noted the surprise de the corral, and dropped it on the
plcted on their faces, and waved his Eround In front of the smaller cabin,
hand. Mendez, his arm in a sling, passed
from group to group, profanely busy,
“Two big cabins," explained Moore
rather proud of Ills knowledge. "Cart lows untied him.
me.”
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tad talked already more than he In- ths an eye-openerr
tended, but what was thedmerence?. It sure 18," and the marshal crept
"Cateras took her, he admitted, . . __ , „ ,
|oP t kn whnr I tried ter find forward. >nly It’s devth
' chance.
out whar she was. but nobody <i tell
me. Then I hud ter pull out."
Westcott interjected a question.
"What’s the valley like, an’ how do
you get into it?"
“Well, I’d say it was just a sort o'
sink in the desert, a kinder freak.
Anyhow. I never saw nuthin’ like it
afore. The walls is solid rock, almost
straight up an' down, but thar’s u con-
siderable stream flowin' down thar
that just bursts out a hole in the
rock, an' plenty o’ grass fer quite a
bunch of steers."
"How do they get down into itr"
“'Long a windin’ trail on the west
side. It used to be mighty rough, I
reckon, an’ only good fer hikers, but
they fixed it up so they can drive cat-
tle down, an’ even a wagon if yer take
| it easy."
“And there is no other way to the
bottom except along this trail?”
“That’s 'bout all."
Brennan and Westcott looked at
each other, both uncertain as to the
next step. What were they to do with
their prisoner? And how could they
proceed toward effecting the rescue of
the helpless girl? It was a problem
not easy to solve, if what Moore told
them was true. The latter shuffled his
want ter risk bein’ seen by them of the bunk-house, and a horseman
Stella across the Shoshone desert to .. , , «„ i
Sunken valley, a stronghold of Pascual, there safely? Can you guide us?
Mendez, leader of horse thieves. She li Moor, swent his eves over the dull
left prisoner in the hands of Juan Cate- Moore swept Ills eyes oe “u
ra*. Mendes' lieutenant range of sand, expectorated thought- 1
fully, and rammed his hands deep into I
his trouser-pockets. He was slow
. 1 * »... .5. ... men Westcott Was the First at the Rim,
about answering, but the two men
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waited motionless. "
"If it was me," he said finally, “I’d on the ground in front of the small
take it on foot. It’ll be a jaunt ov hut, but almost immediately men be-
near on to three miles, unless yer gan to swarm out through the door
“I never will," replied Westcott ly reached their ears, yet it undoubt-
earnestly. “Not if I have to tackle the edly came t rom below, and all three
ticipated, for Moore led off briskly, somebody s plunked him. What’d yer
The boy, for he was scarcely more taking a wide circle, until a consider- make 0 'hat?
than that in years, shuffled his feet able ridge concealed their movements Brennan never removed his gaze
uneasily, and his eyes wandered from from the south. At last Moore turned from the scene below, but his face was
must t*e weird '-sqm' rend, i
cott listensIto a conference between Bea- “Well,’’ with a quick breath as he
fadc.cnehtarnd tatpederoegtcaven- took the plunge, "If. like this, mor-
dish is alive and a prisoner of Lacy. shal . there is just one place out yon- j
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Dietel, William. Fredericksburg Standard (Fredericksburg, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 47, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 14, 1920, newspaper, August 14, 1920; Fredericksburg, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1418357/m1/2/?q=%22%22~1&rotate=270: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .