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THE CORDELL HERALD-SENTINEL
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SYNOPSIS. I *®P* again. I'® going to stay here
| with the bunch.'
The jDipector sighed- Hie tzce bad
grown long *nd the buoyancy bad
pats^d from his manner.
They found the others waiting for '
them at the end of the greatt wooden
hed. Qtswt tamed to French.
"Look here. French," he taid. "you
know I don't want to harry yom off,
hot I don't know what we're going to
do with this feliow about in San Fran- j
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Craig it tfcHr captive aid are mcaad by
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TWELFTH INSTALLMENT.
CHAPTER XXV.
"He a ^ -i B300ti(^u a~l the
He*,' Qsea rsc±i-ied ser
"Mipt hare expected to £nd u
ther* wb« he ca=* to, aijway,"
Lasra indated.
Lenora sBed faictlj as the casght
a glance froa Qtt*-
Laor got a heart femewher*,'
ihe E ottered, "cnly it takes an awft] j
let of getting at!" . .
They foand French, already oodt&-
leacect, comfortably installed in the :
private ward of a small hospital in. the
pict&resqoe New Mexico town. Laara !
aimott at once ectabllsbed herself by
his side.
"Can yoa remember anything about
the wreck, French?" Quest tnqaired. )
The Inspector passed his hand
wearily orer bis forehead.
"It seems more like a dream—or j
rather a nightmare—than anything.'
he admitted. "1 was sitting opposite
Craig when the crash came. 1 was '
unconsckras for a time When I came
to, I was simply pinned down by the
side of the car. I could see a man j
working bard to release me. tagging :
and straining with all his might. Every
now and then I got a glimpse of his ,
face. It seemed queer, bat I could
hare sworn it was Craig. Then other
people passed by. I heard the shriek
of a locomotive. I could see a doctor
bending orer some bodies. Then ft
all faded away and came back again.
The second time I was nearly free.
The man who had been working bo
hard was just smashing the last bit
UNi
bim in jail tonight Why don't yoa
take him on right away? There's a
limited goes by the southern route in
an hour's time."
French assented gloomily.
"That suits me," be agreed. "Yon 11 .
be glad to get rid of the fellow, too." °f timbf an? a**!n 1
' . . 6 j face and that time I was sure that «t
be added.
'We Ain't Powerful Civilized at This Camp, but You Don't Get Our Cook
Till You Show a Warrant."
'NEATH IRON WHEELS.
Bide by side tbey leaned over the
rail of the steamer and gazed shore-
wards at the slowly unfolding scene
before them For some time they bad
all preserved an almost ecstatic al-
ienee.
"Say, but it's good to see home
again'" Laura sighed at last.
"I'm with you, ' Quest agreed em-
phatically. "U's the wrong side of
the continent, perhaps, but I'm aching
to set my foot on American soil again "
"This the wrong side of the con-
tinent! I should say not!" Laura ex-
claimed pointing to where In the dis-
tance the buildings of the exposition
gleamed almost snow white in the daz
sling sunshine. "Why, I have never
seen anything o beautiful In my life."
"I guess there's one of us here,'
Quest observed, "who is none too
pleased to see America again."
lenora shivered a little. They were
j all grave.
Quest moved slowly down the deck
towards Cralg'a side, and touched bin
on the arm.
"Olve me your left wrist. Craig," he
■aid quietly.
The man slunk away. There was a
sudden look of horror In his white
face. He started back, but Quest was
too quick for him. In a moment there
was the click of a handcuff, the mate
of which was concealed under the
criminologist's cuff
They stepped along the deck to-
wards the rest of the party. Lenora
handed her glasses to Quest.
"Do look, Mr. Quest," she begged.
"There Is Inspector French standing
In the front row on the dock, with two
enormous bunches of flowers—carna-
tions for me, I expect, and polnsettlas
for Laura. They're the larger bunch."
Quest took the glasses and nodded
Slowly the great steamer drifted
nearer and nearer to the docks, hats
were waved from the little line of
spectators, ropes were drawn taut.
The inspector was standing at the
bottom of the gangway as they all
passed down Ha shook hands with
everyone vigorously Then he pre-
sented Lenora with her carnations and
Laura with the polnsettlas Lenora
was enthusiastic Ev*n Laura mur-
mured a few words of thanks.
"Some flowers, those polnsettlas,"
the Inspector agreed.
Quest gripped him by the arm.
■'French," he said. "I tell you I shi /l
make your hair curl when you hear a/!
that we've been through. Do you feel
like having me start In right away,
on our way to the cars?"
French withdrew his arm.
"Nothing doing," he replied. "I
want to talk to Miss Laura You can
stow that criminal Btuff. It'll wait all
right. You've got the fellow—that's
what matters!"
Quest exchanged an amused glance
with Lenora. The Inspector and Laura
fell a little behind. The former took
off his hat for a moment and fanned
himself.
'Say, Miss Laura," he began, "I'm
a plain man, and a poor hand at
speeches I've been saying a few nice
things over to myself on the dock here
for the last hour, but everything's
gone right out of my head. Look
here, it sums up like this: Mow do
you feel about quitting this bunch
right away and coming with me to
New York."
"What do f want to go to New
York for?" Laura demanded.
"Oh, come on, Miss I^aura, you know
what I mean.' French replied. "We'll
slip off and get married here and then
take this man Craig to New York
Once get him safely In the Tombs and
we'll go off on a honeymoon anywhere
you say "
Laura was on the point of laughing
at him Then the unwonted serious-
ness of his expression appealed sud-
denly to her sympathy. She patted
him kindly on the shoulder.
"You're a good sort, inspector, tu*
you've picked the wrong girl. I've run
along on my own book ever since J
was born, I guess, and ! can't switch
my ideas over to this married stuff
You better ge' a move on and get
Craig back to New York before ne
was Craig. Anyway, be finished the
Job. I suddenly felt I could move my
limbs. The man stood up as though
exhausted, looked at me, called to the
doctor, and then he seemed to fade
away. It might have been because I
was unconscious myself, for I don't
remember anything else until I found
myself In bed."
"It would indeed," the professor re-
. ^ marked, "be an interesting circum-
to look after, nothing to do but enjoy gtance_an ,DtereBting p8>-ch0i0gical
ourselves. . c|rcumstance, if I might put it that
They drove straight to the depot,
found two vacant seats in the train,
and Quest, with a little algh of relief,
banded over bis charge.
"Now for a little holiday," Quest de-
clared, passing Lenora's arm through
bis. "We'll Just have a look around
the city and then get down to San
Diego and take a look at the exposi-
tion there. No responsibilities, no one
shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him a newspaper, a cer-
tain paragraph of which he was eager-
ly devouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in a
cloud of dust
FAMOU8 CRIMINOLOGIST IN ALL-
GUEZ.
Sanfcrd Quest and his assistants, ac-
companied by Prof. Lord Ashleiflh. ar-
There was no one in Bight. Softly,
almost stealthily, he crept up to the
wagon, fetched out from its wooden
case a small violin, &at down with his
back to the wheel and began to play.
Suddenly the bow rested motionless.
A look of fear came into his face. He
sprang up. The cowboys were all
stealing from the other side of the
wagon. They had arrived and dis-
mounted without his hearing them.
He sprang to his feet and began to
rived in Ailguez a few days ago tc Htammer apologies. Long Jim's hand
Quest and Lenora turned away from
the window of the hotel, out of which
they had been gazing for the last
quarter of an hour.
"It's too beautiful," Lenora sighed.
Quest stood for a moment shaking
bis bead. The professor, with a pile
of newspapers stretched out before
bim, was completely engrossed in
their perusal. Laura, who had been
sitting in an armchair at the farther
end of the apartment, was apparently
deep In thought.
"Say, you two are no sort of people
for a holiday,' Quest declared. ' As
for you, Laura, 1 can't think what's
come over you. You never opened
your mouth at dinner time, and you Bit
there now looking like nothing on
earth.'
"I am beginning to suspect her," Le-
nora chimed in "Too bad he had to
hurry away, dear!"
Laura's indignation was not alto-
gether convincing. Quest and Lenora
exchanged amused glances The for-
mer picked up the newspaper from the
floor and calmly turned out the pro-
fessor's lamp
"Look here," he explained, 'this 1b
the first night of out holiday. I'm go
lug to run the party and I'm going to
make the rules. No more newspapers
tonight or for a fortnight You un
understand? No reading, nothing but
frivolity. And no ioveslokness. MIbb
Laura"
"Lovesickness, indeed!" she re-
peated scornfully
CHAPTE8 XXVI.
way—If Craig, the arch-criminal, the
man who has seemed to us so utterly
devoid of all human feeling, Ebould
really have toiled in this manner to
set free his captor."
"Interesting or not," Quest ob-
served, "I'd like to know whether it \
was Craig or not. 1 understand there
were about a dozen unrecognizable
bodies found."
The nurse, who had left the room
for a few minutes, returned with a
small package In her hand, which she
handed to French. He looked at it in
a puzzled mannei.
"Say, what can that be?" he mut-
tered. turning it over. "Addressed to
me all right, but there isn't a soul
knows I'm here except you folks. Will
you open it, Miss Laura?"
She took it from him and untied the
strings. A little breathless cry es-
caped from her lips as Ehe tore open
the paper A small black box was dis-
closed. She opened the lid with trem-
bling fingers and drew out a scrap of
paper. They all leaned over and read
together:
You have all lost again. Why not
give up? You can never win.
"THE HANDS"
Lenora was perhaps the calmest
She simply nodded with the melan
choly air of satisfaction of one who
finds her preconceived ideas con-
firmed.
'I knew it!" she exclaimed softly.
"I knew it at the depot. Craig s time
haa not come yet. He may ne some-
where neai us, even now "
She glanced uneasily around the
ward. Quest who had been examin-
Quest took the dispatch which the
hotel clerk handed to bim one after
noon a fortnight later, and read it
through without change of expres-
sion Lenora, however who was by
hiB side, knew at once that it con-
tained something startling
"What iB it?" she asked
He passed his arm through hers and
led her down the hall to where the
professor and Laura were ]ust wait
ing for the lift. He beckoned them
to follow him to a corner of the
lounge.
"There's one thing I quite forgot, a
fortnight ago," he said, slowly, "when
I suggested that we should none of us
look at a newspaper until the time we
were in California Have you kept to
our bargain, professor?"
"Absolutely!"
"And you, girls?"
"I've never even seen one," Lenora
declared.
"Nor I," Laura echoed
"I made a mistake,' Quest con-
fessed. "Something haB happened
which we ought to have known about I
You had oetter read this message—
or, wait, I'll read It aloud:
To Sanford Quest, Garfield Hotel, 1
San Diego. Injured 'n wreck of lim-
ited. Recovered consciousness today.
Craig reported burned In wreck out j
think you had better come on.
FRENCH
Samaritan Hospital, Ailguez-
"Say, when can we start?" Laura
exclaimed excitedly
Lenora clutched at Quest's arm.
"I knew It," she declared Blmply. "I
felt perfectly certain, when they left
Craig
look for John Craig, formerty servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident to the limited,
a fortnight ago, and by many is sup-
posed to have perished in the wreck.
He was in the charge of Inspector
French, and was on his way to New
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken to the hospital, suf-
fering from concussion of the brain,
but is now convalescent
The man read the paragraph twice.
Then he set down the paper and
looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land. There was a queer, bit-
ter little smile upon his lips.
"So it begins again!" he muttered.
There was a cloud ot dust in the
distance. The man rose to his feet,,
shaded his eyes with his hand and
shambled round to the back of the
wagon, where a long table was set out
with knives and forks, hunches of
bread and tincups. He walked a little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
stirred a pot of stew. The little party
of cowboys came thundering up. There
was a chorus of shouts and esclama-
tlons, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
the table.
"Say, boys. I think he's fixed things
up all right," he remarked. "Come on
with the grub, cookie."
Silently the man filled each dish
with the stew and laid it in its place.
Then he retired o the background and
the cowboyB commenced their meal.
Long Jim winked at the others as he
picked up a biscuit.
"Cookie, you're no good," he called
out. "The stew's rotten. Here, take
this!"
He flicked the biscuit, which caught
the cook on the side of the head. For
a moment the man started With his
hand upon his temple be flashed a
look of hatred towards his assailant.
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
"Say, cookie," the latter went on,
"where did you get them eyes? Guess
we'll have to tame you a bit."
The meal was soon over, and Jim
strolled across to where the others
were saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the reins of hiB horse
and turned once more to look at
Craig
'Say. you mind you do Detter to-
night young fellow. . . Eh!"
He stopped short with a cry of pain.
The horse had suddenly started,
wrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the shoul-
der
"Gee, boys he's broken It!" he
groaned "Say, this is hell!"
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He took
Jim's shoulder firmly In one hand and
his arm in the other The cowboy
howled with pain.
"Let go my arm!" he shouted. "Kill
him boys: My God, I'll make boles
in you for this!"
He snatched at his gun with his
other hand and the cowboys scattered
a little. The cook stepped back, the
gun flashed out. only to be suddenly
lowered. Jim looked incredulously to-
wards his left arm, which hung no
longer helplessly by his side. He
swung it backwards and forwards, and
a broad grin slowly lit up his lean,
brown face He thrust the gun in his
Assistea in Dragging People
From the Burning Car.
Ing the postmarks on the package,
threw the paper down.
"The postmark's all blurred out," i holster and held out his hand,
he remarked. "There's no doubt about J "Cookie, you're all right!" he ex-
It, that fellow Craig has the devil s 1 claimed 'You've done the trick this
own luck, but we'll get him—we'll get
San Francisco, that something would 1 him yet. I'll just take a stroll up to
happen. We haven't Bee the end of ! police headquarters and make a few
Craig yet" ! inquiries You might come with me,
Quest, who had been studying a ! Lenora, and Laura can get busy with
time-table, glanced once more at the j her amateur nursing."
diBpatch ) "I shall make inquiries," the profes-
Ixjok here," he Bald, "Ailguez isn't ' sor announced briskly, "concerning
bo far out of the way if we take the the local museum. There 6hould be
southern route to New York. Let's | interesting relics hereabouts of the
get a move on tonight"
l>aura led the way to the lift. She
was in a state of rare discomposure.
"To think that all the time we've
been giddying round,' Bhe muttered,
'that poor man has been lying in hos-
pital! Makes on® feel like a brute."
time. Say you re a miracle!"
The cook smiled.
"Your arm was Just out of Joint,'
he remarked. "It was rather a hard
pull, but It's all right now. '
Jim looked around at the others.
"And to think that I might have
killed him!" he exclaimed. "Cookie,
you're a white boy. You'll do. We're
going to like you here."
Craig watched them ride off. The
bitternesp had passed from his face.
Evening came and with It a repeti-
tion of his labors. When everything
A man sat on the steps of the range 1 was ready to serve he stepped from
cook wagon, crouching as far back as ! behind the wagon and looked across
possible to take advantage of its slight i the rolling stretch of open country.
prehistoric Indians."
CHAPTER XXVII.
was laid firmly upon his shoulders.
"Say, cookie, you don't need U
look so scared. You ain't done noth-
ing wrong. Me and the boys, we like
your music. Sing us another tune
on that fiddle!"
The cook looked at him for a mo-
ment incredulously. Then he real-
ized that the cowboy was in earnest.
He picked up the bow and commenced
to play again. They sat around him,
wondering, absolutely absorbed. No
one even made a move towards the
food. It was Craig who led them
there at last himself, still playing.
Long Jim threw his arm almost caress-
ingly around his shoulder.
"Say, cookie," he began, "there ain't
never no questions asked concerning
the past history of the men who find
their way out here, just so long as
they don't play the game yellow. May-
be you've fitted up a nice little hell
for yourself somewhere, but we ain't
none of us hankering to know the
address. You're white and you're one
of us and any time any guy wants to
charge you rent for the little hell
where you got the furniture of your
conscience stored, why, you just let
us settle with him, that's all."
The interruption which came was
from outside.
"More of these d—d tourists," Long
Jim muttered. "Women, too!"
Craig turned his head slowly. Quest
was in the act of dismounting from
his horse. By his side was the pro-
fessor; just behind. Lenora and Laura.
Long Jim greeted them with rough
cordiality.
"Say, what are you folks looking
for? ' he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig.
"We want that man," ne anpounced.
"This is Inspector French from New
York. I am Sanford Quest. '
There was a tense silence. Craig
covered his face with his hands, then
suddenly lookea up
"I won't come," he cried fiercely.
"You've hounded me all around the
world. I am innocent I won't come.'
Quest shrugged his shoulders. He
took a step forward, out Long Jim,
as though by accident, sauntered m
the way.
"Got a warrant?" he asked tersely.
"We don't need It,'" Quest replied.
"He's our man, right enough.'"
"Right this minute he's our cook"
drawled Long Jim, "and we ain't ex-
actly particular about going hungry
Just to please a bunch of strangers.
Cut it short mister. If you ain't got
a warrant, you ain't got this man.''
"All right," Quest agreed. "The in-
spector here and I will soon see to
that. We'll ride back to the town-
ship. With your permission, the ladies
and our elderly friend will remain for
a rest."
"You're welcome to anything we've
got except our cook," Jim replied,
turning away. .
Darkness came early and the little
company grew closer and closer to the
camp fire, where Craig had once more
taken up his violin. The professor
had wandered off somewhere into the
darkness and the girls were seated a
little apart. They had been treated
hospitably but coldly
'Don't seem to cotton to us, these
boys," Laura remarked.
"They don't like us,' Lenora replied,
"because they think we are after
Craig. I wonder what Long Jim has
been whispering to him, and what
that paper is he has been showing
Craig. Do you know how far we are
from the Mexican border?"
"Not more than five or six miles,
I believe," Laura replied.
Lenora rose softly to her feet and
strolled to the back of the range
wagon. In a few moments she reap-
peared, carrying a piece of paper in
her hand. She stooped down.
"Craig's saddling up," she whis-
pered. "Look what he dropped."
She held out the paper, on which
was traced a roughly drawn map.
"That line's the river that marks
the Mexican border," she explained.
"You see where Long Jim's put the
cross? That s where the bridge ls.
That other cross is the camp.'
She pointed away aouthwards.
Thats the line, ' be continued.
*Laura, where's the professor?"
"I don t know," Laura replied "He
rode off some time ago; and he was go-
ing to meet Mr. Quest'
"If only he were here!" Lenora mut-
tered. "I feel sure Craig means to
escape. There be goes."
They saw him ride off into the dark-
ness. Lenora ran to where her horse
was tethered.
"I'm going after him,' she an-
nounced. "Listen, Laura. If they ar-
rive soon, send them after me."
She galloped off while Laura was
still undecided. Almost at that mo-
ment she heard from behind the wel-
come sound of horses' feet in the oppo-
site direction and Quest galloped up.
Laura laid her hand upon his rein.
"Don't get off," Laura continue!
quickly. "Craig has escaped, riding
towards the Mexican frontier. Lenora
is following him. He's gone in that
direction." she added pointing. "When
you come to the river you'll have to
hunt for the bridge."
Quest frowned as he gathered up
his reins.
"I was afraid they'd try something
of the Bort," he muttered. "Tell the
others where I've gone, Laura.
He galloped off Into the darkness.
Behind, there were some growls from
the little group of cowboys, none of
whom, however, attempted to inter-
fere with him. Long Jim Btood up
and gazed sullenly southwards.
"Cookie'll make the bridge all right/
he remarked. "If the girl catches bim,
she can't do anything. And that guy'll
never make it. Whoop! Here comes
the rest of them."
The inspector, with the two depu-
ties, rode suddenly into the camp. The
inspector paused to speak to Laura.
Long Jim's eyes sparkled as he saw
them approach.
"It's old Harris and fat Andy,' he
whispered. "We'll have some fun with
them."
The older of the two deputies ap-
proached them, frowning.
"Been at your games again, Long
Jim?" he began. *'I hear you declined
to hand over a criminal who'd been
sheltering on your ranch? You'll get
into trouble before you've finished.'
"Got the warrant?" Jim asked.
The deputy produced it Long Jim
looked at it curiously and handed it
back.
"Guess the only thing you want,
then, is the man.'
"Better produce bim quickly," the
deputy advised.
Jim turned away.
"Can't do it. He's beat It"
"You mean that you've let him go?"
"Let him go?" Jim repeated, "i
ain't got no right to keep nim. He
took the job on a moment's notice and
he left at a moment's notice. There's
some of your party after him, all
right"
The hunted man turned round with
a little gasp. Before him was the
rude mountain bridge, and on the
other side—freedom. Scarcely a doz-
en lengths away was Lenora, and
close behind her came Quest. He
slackened speed as he walked his
horse cautiously on to the planked
Dridge. Suddenly he gave a little cry.
The frail structure, unexpectedly in-
secure, seemed to Bway beneath his
weight. Lenora, who was riding fast,
was unable to stop herself. She came
on to the bridge at a half canter.
Craig, who nad reached the other
side in safety, threw up his hands.
"Look out:' he cried. "My God!"
The bridge suddenly collapsed as
though it had been made of paper.
Lenora, grasping her horse, was
thrown into the stream. Quest, gal-
loping up. was only able to check him-
After the Wreck Another Warning.
self just in time. He flung himself
from his horse and plunged into the
stream. It was several moments be
fore he was able to reach Lenora.
From the opposite bank Craig watched
them, glancing once or twice at th«
bridge. One of the wooden pillars
had been sawn completely through.
"Are you hurt, dear?" Quest gasped,
as he drew Lenora to the bank.
She shook her head.
"Just my side. Did Craig get
away?"
Quest looked gloomily across the
stream.
"Craig's In Mexico, right enough,"
he answered savagely, "but I'm be-
ginning to feel that I could fetch him
back out of hell!"
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Gunsenhouser, M. H. The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 1, 1915, newspaper, July 1, 1915; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc168566/m1/4/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.