CHAPTER XII—Continued | Be Manuel himself was usually clined to agree with this verdict. He did not worry about the morrow. Manana was another day and would take care of itself. But just now he was somewhat disturbed. He was a law-abiding peaceful citizen who liked to work In harmony with the leading Americans In the county. The reap- pearance of Bob Quantrell made a shadow on the sunny outlook. The young outlaw’'s popularity was great among the countrymen of Gomez. A dozen times Quantrell had stolen cows or horses, driven them far, and made a present of them to the poor natives who sheltered him. His name was becoming a legend among the poor. Gomez could not, without sacrificing his position as leader, turn his back on the bandit, Moreover, the relation of Quantrell to his daughter Dolores complicated the situation. The young people were in love with each other, and he knew that there could be no happiness for the girl with such a man. After Quantrell's escape from the dance hall Gomez reproached Dolores for having hindered the sheriff. It "had been neither wise nor ladylike, he told her. The girl's answer ignored argument, went through his protests to the quintessential fact. “I love him,” her low, sweet volce sald In liquid Spanish, and against that emotional reaction her father's logic beat in vain, The natives buzzed like excited bees, Their sympathies were all with the wild young scamp wanted by the law, He must be helped to escape. Gomez knew he was expected to assist Quantrell. His prestige was at stake. As soon as he had got his wife and daughter home he set out to find Quantrell and to arrange for horses upon which, he and his men could make their getaway. The out- laws must lle hidden until such time as mounts could be gathered for them and brought to the cabin where they were keeping under cover. As Gomez moved down the walk In front of his house two men rose from the shadow of a plum tree where they had been lying and confronted him. “Just a moment,” one of them said. The speaker was O'Hara. Gomez made the most of his Eng- lish. “You weesh to see me? “I want you to take me to the place where Bob Quantrell Is hidden.” The Mexican shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. norance of English is an old Mexican trick. O'Hara repeated what he had to say In the best Spanish he could muster, “But senor, IT do not know.” fell back on his poured out a flood of protest, Was he not a good Did he not pay taxes to establish law and order? Had not campaigned for the election of Senor O'Hara? Worrall murmured a suggestion to his friend. “No luck, Garrett. You're wastin® yore time. Manuel won't spill a thing” A quick light step sounded on the hard-packed snow. The sheriff caught at Gomez’ arm, whispered an imperative {n his ear, and drew him back into the shadows. They waited, listening. The crunch. ing of the boots on snow had ceased, Presently they could hear someone wading through the drifts In the or- chard. Whoever he was, the man was moving warily. More than once he stopped, as though to make sure he was. not walking into a trap. He cir- cled the house toward the rear. O'Hara gave quick directions to his deputy and vanished. He ran along the walk and around the house In the opposite direction to that taken by the prowler. At the back corner, close to the adobe wall, he once more stopped to listen, Some one, not ten feet from him, was whistling to attract atten- tion. It was the low, shrill whistle of a man who wants only one person to hear, To the sheriff there flashed a plan, He remembered Pankey's lameness and his stutter, “B-b-bobh.,” he called, around the corner of “B-b-bob, the s-s-sheriff—" Quantreil's six-shooter seemed to leap to his hip as he crouched like a cornered wolf. It was the first in- stinctive reaction to the surprise of the other's presence. The point of the revolver dropped. “What about him?” the outlaw snapped. “P-d-deigado’s s-s-stable—” *Spit it out, man!” Quantrell’'s volce showed Irritation. ’ O'Hara had been moving forward as he struggled with speech until he was close enough to touch the other, Not before he plunged at Quantrell did the latter realize his mistake, A startled oath leaped from the killer's “lips as he jerked up his six-shooter, He was too late. O'Hara's fingers closed on his wrist. An arm locked around his body. His feet were swung into the air and he was flung heavily to the ground, the sheriff's welght pinning him down, Quantrell struggled furiously. He tried to free the hand with the re- volver, He thrashed to and fro, using hands and feet as levers to throw off the Incubus clamped to him. Almost he succeeded. In the strug- gk the revolver went off, flinging a wild shot skyward. O'Hara was not a large man, but he had fifteen pounds’ advantage of his opponent, and he needed every ounce of it to keep the in- To simulate ig- Gomez own tongue and citizen? he and limped the house, » By William MacLeod Raine Copyright by Willlam MacLeod Ralne WNU Service outlaw’s right arm extended from the body that tossed itself about so vio. lently, The sheriff knew that if for one Instant Quantrell could flex the muscles of that arm a bullet would crash into his brain, To keep his place astride of that writhing torso was like riding a bucking bronco, The officer clamped his knees and spread his feet to give him more pur- chase. He burrowed his face into the sloping neck of his foe and with all his strength clung to the wrist he had gripped. The man underneath of a sudden relaxed, ceased his struggles, O'Hara became aware that some one had in. tervened. Sinewy fingers gripped the outlaw's throat. A voice said, “I've got the gun, Gar- rete.” Steve Worrall had heard the shot and had arrived in time to decide the Issue. A bony man of great strength, the deputy soon had Quantrell help- He held him trussed while O'Hara fastened handcuffs to the pris- oner's wrists, Now that he knew it to be useless Quantrell made no further effort to resist. The fury of fight had appar. ently gone out of him. He was stil panting from his exertions, still swal- lowing to get breath through the throat Worrall had manhandled, but when he could speak there was no rancor in his volce, rather a note of ironle derision. “Betfer—iron gasped. “If necessary I shail,” O'Hara an- swered. “Now I've got you I mean to keep you” “How long, fellow? Those may be yore notions, Different here, I'm with you only for a short visit.” O'Hara did not bandy words with him, “Where had we better keep him?" he asked the deputy, Worrall considered. The Jall would not hold a child. It was built of soft adobe, and the last prisoner had dug his way out. “How about the Concho house?” sug- gested Quantrell. “You want to treat we right or I'll not stay.” “There's that log hogan where Two- Ace Burke usta live—only it ain't baif furnished. I reckon Bob's idea is about as good as any. We've got keep him guarded. anyhow, would be right handy.” O'Hara “All keep him at the hotel. It won't be for I'll take him to Aurora, They've ot a new jall there ™ “I'm not going to Aurora” the out. law announced. “Never did like the town. It's a two-bit burg. I'll stay right here till 1 ready to say ‘Adios." See you me a good room.” Gomez less, my legs—too,” he to right We'll nodded. ong. get get around the corner of the house and joined them. In Span. ish he asked Quantrel] reproachfully why he had come back when he knew the officers were 80 hot on his trail. “Don’t worry about me, Manuel” the manacled man answered gaily. “1 kinda want to stick aroufd awhile, anyhow. Might as well let the county feed me till I'm ready to go." A casement window opened above and a head appeared, shadowy in the diirkness. A voice murmured a ques- tion in soft Spanish. Was anything wrong? Quantrell lifted his face and grinned toward his sweetheart “Nothing at all, chachita. I've got a real urgent invite to be Mr. O'Hara's guest at the hotel for two-three days. Suits me fine. I'm right tired of sleepin’ with snowdrifts for pillows. Adols, ehl- quita. Poco tiempo.” He raised his hands and flung a kiss at her, “We'll be going,” O'Hara sald curtly. “That's the major-domo crackin’ his whip,” explained Quantrell impudently. “The IT" tenderfoot sheriff blowin' off steam.” He went jauntily to confinement as though it were a joke. CHAPTER XIII A Round-Up rad Helm eased his massive body up from the chairs he was occupying. His astonishment at the sight of Bob Quantrell In handcuffs had not yet bad time to subside. “Why, I can fix you up with a room, Sheriff. I would of ilked to of kinda fixed it up some, but that doggone Chink is up to the Gold Nugget playin’ the wheel.” “A room with two beds” O'Hara said, “There’s that south room. How would that do? The one the belted earl usta have” “I want a nice, warm, comfortable room, Brad, the best you've got In the house,” Quantrell said, with his gay impudent grin. “Price no objéct. This Is particular company you're havin’, undgrstand. Guest of the county.” The fat innkeeper grinned nervous. ly. He had no Intention of slighting this dangerous guest, “It's a good room, Bob, with a fireplace in it,” he wheezed. “We'll keep It nice an’ warm. If anything don’t sult you, Just holler.” “Have Charlie cook me some of that rice puddin’ tomorrow, with lots of raising in it. The county has got to feed me good If I stay.” “I'll sure see you get it, Bob,” “No objection to that, Brad,” sald Chine ® O'Hara. “But understand that orders come from me and not from Bob. He's Just a prisoner. I'd put him In the Jail If It would hold him.” “Just a prisoner, is he?" Quantrell asked with mock politeness, looking down at his slim, long girlish hands, “An' how long will he be one, Sheriffs” Brad had picked up a lamp to lead the way to the room. He stopped to listen. There had come the sound of shots, a scattered fusillade of them, “What's up, do you reckon?" asked, The sheriff turned to Worrall and spoke quickly, “Take Bob to the room, Steve, Tie him with a lash ' he A Startled Oath Leaped From the Killer's Lips as He Jerked Up His 8ix-Shooter. rope to the bed. shoot him down, as I can" He ran out of the hotel and down the street in the direction of the Del. gado stable. He passed people emerg- ing cautiously from saloons and gam- bling houses. One called to him, “What's the fireworks about, Sherifr He did not answer. His business was to get to the scene of action as soon as possible. Some one in the road balled him. If he tries to escape I'tl be back soon “Hold on there. Not so fast. ‘This road's closed.” O'Hara the of Amen Owen and pulled up. “What's wrong?” he asked. “This is O Hara“ A little group of men were standing in the road back of Owen, McCarthy spoke. “They tried to get the horses from the stable. Four of ‘em. We to throw up their hands an’ they started shootin’. Course we let 'em have It, an’ when the smoke cleared away two of ‘em had lit out, The other two we got. One the birds is ready for Boot Hill Pankey has got a pill In his arm.” The sheriff stooped and looked at the face of the dead man. He recog. nized the man as the cowboy who had been known as Mac, one of those who had been with Quantrel] when he raided the Hughes place a Year or two before this time. Pankey spoke up coolly, as a s-stuck shote, Sheriff. Yore boys drilled him through. Y.you k k-kinda out-smarted us that time, looks like. ™ Some one laughed. Pankey was a bad egg, but he was no quitter, In the current phrase of the time and place, he played his cards the way they were dealt him. The little man walked lame, and would as long as he lived. He owed that to Garrett O'Hara, a memento of the battle at the Cress ranch, but he cherished no grudge on that account. His wound had been given him In fair fight. recognized volee yelled of “D-dead CENTRE HALL. PA. we would Sommers an’ " sald Owen “Hadn't been so dark have got Deever an’ maybe Quantrell, too, casually, Almost too casually, In fact, It was Pankey who spoke, after a moment of silence, "C-claimin’ they were In this, are you, Amen? G-guess again, old-timer.” “We knew who were In it, Pankey. Don’t fapl yoreself about that, An’ In good Yime we'l} round 'em up like we did you an’ Mac.” “You don't ssay,” Jeered the little rustier. “A I'l' luck sure goes to some folks’ heads.” “Did they get the horses?" asked O'Hara. “Nary a brone,” replied one of the Browns, “Good! You and Baldy stay here and make sure they don't come back. Not much chance of that, I'd say.” O'Hara turned to Owen and McCarthy. “Will you have some one get this body? jut first we'll carry Pankey to the Concho house If he's not able to walk.” “I ean w-walk all right.” law spoke up. “Good! We'll have Doctor Holloway look after you” Again the sherifr spoke to his allles. “Get together a dozen good citizens and patrol the roads out of town. Maybe we ean catch Deever and Sommers try to slip away." “An' Bob Quantrell—what about him? Ain't he worth gatherin' In?" Owen asked with an fronie little grin, “He's already gathered.” the sald quietly, The look faces about amazement, exclamations, “How gathered?" “Arrested” “You mean you've trell under arrest?” “That's what I mean.” “An' he didn't kin you? him?" Baldy Brown asked. “Nothing like that.” “Didn't put up any kind of a fight?” “We got him to see reason.” “Where's he at now? “Being guarded by Steve Worra) at the Concho house.” “Well, I'll be teetotally doggoned I “How did you arrest him? Amen asked. “Oh, just arrest, We Gomez house, key?” “I can m-make out to get along” The little outlaw looked at the sherif? with reluctant admiration. “I n never saw the b-beat of you, O'Hara You look about as dangerous as a b-brush rabbit, but certainly take the watch, When you hit this country you didn’t know but Ht all spraddied out. 1 you’ a top hand” Though Pankey offer of assistance The out- ns sherif of blank O'Hara 3 here surprise on gave was a place chorus of asked McCarthy. got Bob Quan- Nor yon explained he was under found him outside the Need any help, Pan- you ssc ‘em, you sure got to say re had dec O'Hara Hined outlaw. He did not want to have him shot down while trying to escape in the darkness. It was not likely the lame man would KO but never could tell, Inside of half an hour every road out of town was guarded Men watched the tralls that wound over the hills, be foolish, one to the rustlers, were searched by a posse of deputies sworn In for the oc casion. Bu! no sign of either Deever or Sommers was found. They had not got away on horseback, for no horses were missing. O'Hara, Owen, and Worrall decided that they had probably slipped away Immediately after the fracas and were hiding in the chaparral. The one sure thing was that they would try to raid some ranch for mounts upon which to es cape, : O'Hara could not leave Concho for a few days on account of official busi. ness. Judge Warner wis holding court and it was necessary for him to be present. The sheriff knew that Bob Quantrell was slippery as a weasel and danger. ous as a wolf. Every moment he had to be watched. Give him a chance and “I got fooled by a headline recent- ly,” said Banks Talmadge, “for In looking over a magazine I saw ‘How to Avoid Old Age, and while I am not yet worried over the matter, yet I registered attention. Among other ways to keep from getting old it advised: ‘Never stop, look or listen at railroad crossings when driving a car: always race with locomotives to crossings, as it gives engineers a thrill; always pass the car ahead of you on a curve: or a hill; always drive as fast as you can on wet, slippery roads and be sure to lock your brakes whea skid- ding, as you can often turn your car clean around; always drive fast out of alleys, for If you do it often enough you may have the good luck Don Quixote’s Cradle City The past of Valladolid seems to be the chief attraction in the present. Here Columbus died and Philip the Second was born. Here Cervantes published “Don Quixote,” and his plays still hold the stage In the fa. mous old Teatro de Calderon. Here was laid the memorable scene of the meeting of Ferdinand and Isabella, as well as the romantic tragedy of Blanche of Navarre. Here lived Cal. deron, the great Spanish dramatist, also the fanatic Torquemade, who created the Inquisition tribunal, Val. ladolld was long the city of the auto de fe, which tried to save the souls of men by destroying their bodies,— Washington Star. d Age to run down a traffic policeman: al- ways speed, and demand half of the road, the middie half, just show the other fellow you know your rights and are ready to dle for them; al- ways drive fast in traffic, If a new driver, ns it Is the easiest way to have an accident.” — Birmingham News, ———— Sausages Known to Greeks SBaucage making did not, as many believe, originate In Germany, says a writer In the Milwaukee Journel. [Its real beginning Is unknown, but by 500 B. C. sausage was gracing the tables of the Greek epleures. The “Diep. nosophists,” the oldest cook book ex- tant, which Is dated 228 A. D., ex- plains that sausages were prepared “with meat and blood and a great deal of seasoning.” Epicharmus, the Greek writer of comedies, mentions sausages, calling them oyrae, a name by which he even subtitles one of his plays, the “Orya.” A little later, In 423 B. OQ, Aristophanes says in hia play, “The Clouds,” “Let them make sausnge of me and serve me up to the students.” ————— Flag at Vessel's Stern The origin of the custom of carry. ing a flag at the stern of a ship Is ob. scure, Several theories have been ad. vanced, one of the most substantial being that In the case of old vessels the flag was flown over the captain's quarters, which are aft on board ship, Therefore O'Hara chose his guards with great care. He selected three: Steve Worrall, Amen Owen, and Buck Grogan. They were to divide the day and night Into relay periods. The first two men he picked because they were the best available, Grogan was slower witted, and O'Hara hesitated about ap- pointing him. But the man could be relied on not to relax his vigilance, He hated Quantrell too much to give him any opportunity of getting away, The Instructions given by O'Hara to his deputies were definite, He warned them, too, against letting the prisoner for a single instant get his hand near a weapon, Owen nodded approval, “Do like the boss says, boys. If Bob eyer gets a half a chance you're gone. He's a wonder with a six-shooter., I've seen men with as quick a pull as Bob's. They clalm Jesse James was chaln lightnin®' on the draw, an’ 1 know Ben Thompson was for I've seen him. Others I've known with as rapid fire, an’ still others as accurate. Maybe more so. Take Wild Bill. He was more deliberate In gettin’ his guns into action. Fact is, he was so kinda easy about it he looked slow, but, gents, hush! when he onect started nobody pump lead faster or He sure was a wonder, But this Kid Quantrell—take it from that man ever lived had the edge on him in combination quick pull, rapid fire, } I'm talkin’ understand, lows | town can could me no who straight sho or a name a beat him tin’ y in. an’ - about a .44 AA, 1 ean you fel- with a dozen rifle.” “The long an’ short of which is that if any of us throws down on his job he’s liable to go to the Happy Huntin’ in’ for Number One, I'll say I think too much of myself to get careless.” O'Hara had further doubts as to the wisdom of his cholce of Duck Grogan when saw the man with the pris. oner, The bow-legged cowboy could not keep from gloating over Quantrell. “Not long now,” he jeered. “We're gonna try down at Aurora for killin’ that kid Turner at the Indian agency, an’ then we'll hang you by the neck till you're dead. This country's piumb tired of two-gun who struttin’ around with notches on thelr six-shooters, we nlm make an example Bob Quantrell right soon.” “That'll he you nen RO 80 to of Mr, duck,” ordered O'Hara. “Bob hasn't been tried yet, and any- how you're not here to devil him. If you can’t be civil I'll take you off and put some one else on” “Let him shoot off ils Sherif,” the prisoner said in } way. hurt me any, seeing as I'm not intendin’' to be present at with — do mouth is mild “Don't any You Becca e Texas Ki * 1 bumped off Sanderson It You know same me as the hangee at ii his brother, t} hangin’ he's sore me a on me, that furn on the flushers an’ made ‘em take wea Buck Grogan's face and neck turned brick-red. “Anyone’s a that claims my brother four-flusher I” he sputtered The eyes of Quantrell on his guard “Would liar, Sheriff, If he didn't have a gun O'Hara, because called the fo same {wo | er, wrinkled lar was a rested me nn pale he call He Enjoyed Stirring the Anger of the Guard. in his hand an’ I wasn't sittin’ here wearin’ bracelets an’ tied by a lash rope to my bed?” asked the outlaw in his gentlest, most menacing volce. “It's going to stop, here and now.” O'Hara answered. “You know this won't do, Grogan. Either be pleasant to Bob or don't talk with him. If 1 hear of any more of this sort of thing I'll have to let you go. That's final” It was"final as far as O'Hara was concerned but not with the others. Quantrell was more, to blame than Grogan. He enjoyed stirring the an. ger of the guard. [It helped to pass the hours. Moreover, he was watch. ing always for a chance to escape and he felt that Grogan simmering with rage might offer opportunities that would not be given by the same man unmoved by passion. So when O'Hara asked the prisoner a day or two later whether he had any complaints to make about the treat. ment he was recelving Quantrell grinned and shook his head. “Nary a one, Sheriff. Grubs O. K. I been Improvin® my mind with the books you brought. The boys you leave me ®0's I won't get lonesome suit me fine, Especially Buck bere, We're gettin’ to be real tillicoms, ain't we, Buck?” (TO BE CONTINUED.) 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