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THE MANGUM MIRROR
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Nan of Music Mountain
By FRANK H. SPEARMAN
(CaenifM br Ck.rU. JaWi So >
DEAF SANDUSKY AND LOGAN FIND DEADLY FANGS IN THE TRAP SET FOR DE SPAIN, WHO
DISAPPEARS MYSTERIOUSLY FROM CALABASAS
The region around Sleepy Cat, a railroad division town In the Rocky mountain mining country, I* Inflated
with stage robbers, cattle rustlers and gunmen. The worst of these belong to the Morgan gang, whose hang-
out la Morgan Gap, a fertile valley about 20 miles from Sleepy Oat. and neur Calabasas. a point where
the horses are changed on the stage line from the Thief River mine* to the railroad. Jeffries, superintend-
ent of the mountain division, appoints Henry de Spain general manager of the stage line, with John LeFevre
and Bob Scott an Indian, as his assistants, and gives orders to break up the gang. The chief bad men
are Sassoon, Deaf Sandusky. Harvey Logan and Gale Morkan. De Spain foolishly becomes smitten with
pretty Nan Morgan, Gale's cousin, but she ignores his advances. The gang traps De Spain alone In a saloon,
and when this Installment opens a gun flght Is Imminent.
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
Still regarding De Spain with the
most businesslike expression, the grlz-
asletfr outluw took a guarded step for-
ward, his companions following suit.
De Spain, always with a Jealous regard
for the relative distance between him
and his self-appointed executioners,
moved backward. In crossing the room,
Sandusky, without objection from his
companions, moved across their front,
land when the four lined up at the bar,
Itheir positions had changed. De Spain
istood at the extreme left, Sandusky
ioext, Logan beside him, and Gale Mor-
gan, at the other end of the line, pre-
tended to pound the bar for service.
Pe Spain, following mountain etiquette
In the circumstances, spread his open
hands, palms down, on the bar. San-
jduskjr's great palms slid In the same
tfashion over the checked slab In un-
spoken recognition of the brief armis-
tice. Logan's hands came up In turn,
ind Morgan still pounded for someone
*0 serve.
De Spain In the new disposition
•weighed his chances as being both bet-
ter and worse. They had put Sandus-
ky's first shot at no more than an
arm's length from his prey, with Lo-
gan next, to cover the possibility of
the big fellow's falling to paralyze De
Spain the first Instant. On the other
band, De Spain, trained In the tactics
of Whispering Smith and Medicine
Bend gunmen, welcomed a short-arm
struggle with the worst of his assail-
ants closest at hand. Their maneuver-
ing caused no disquiet to their slen-
der, compactly built victim. "You'll
wait a long time, if you wait for serv-
ice here, Morgan," he said, comment-
ing with composure on Morgan's Im-
patience. Logan looked again at his
two companions and laughed.
Every hope De Spain had of possible
kelp from the back room died with
ithat laugh. Then the door behind the
i>ar slowly opened, and the scar-fea-
tured face of Sassoon peered cautlous-
iy from the gloom. The horsethlef,
looping, walked In with a leer directed
triumphantly at the railroad man.
If It were possible to deepen it, the
minister spot on De Spain's face dark-
ened. Something in his blood raged
it the sight of the malevolent face. He
glanced at Logan. "This," he smiled
faintly, nodding toward 8assoon as he
aimself took a short step farther to
the left, "Is your drink, Harvey, Is it?"
"No," retorted Logan loudly, "this
« your drink."
"I'll take Sassoon," assented De
flpain, good-natured again and shifting
The Scar-Featured Face of Sasaoon
Peered Cautiouely From the Door.
atill another step to the left. "What
do you feUowa want now 7'
"We want to punch a hole through
that strawberry." said Logan, "that
*>eauty-mark. Where did you get it,
Dv Spain r
"I might aa well ask where yoo get
your gall. Harvey." returned De Spuln.
watching Logan bonrft Sandusky
(award the left that both might crowd
hint ''nwer. **I was bora with my
tMuu-mark—Just pa j a were born
with yaw 4—4 b_«l manner*.""
«4iM o'iiipnwiU?. for la huxc.u; uj
to hla hi- enemies w-re playing hi*
4Car - ~Y«« can't My It- neither "*a
M." htf weut oa "tkatBobud) ia Iwawl
to pay for putting thut mark on me.
Somebody Is bound to pay for your
manners. Why talk about either? Sas-
soon, set out for your friends—or I
will. Spread, gentlemen, spread."
He had reached the position on
which he believed his life depended,
and stood so close to the end of the
bar that with a single step, as he ut-
tered the last words, he turned It. San-
dusky pushed close next him. De
Spain continued to speak without hes-
itation or break, but the words seemed
to have no place In his mind. He was
thinking only, and saw only within his
field of vision a cut-glass button that
fastened the bottom of Sandusky's
greased waistcoat.
"You've waited one day too long to
collect for your strawberry, De Spain,"
cried Logan shrilly. "You've turned
one trick too many on the sinks, young
fellow. If the man that put your mark
on you ain't In this room, you'll never
get him."
"Which means, I take It, you're going
to try to get me," smiled De Spain.
"No," bellowed Morgan, "it means
we have got you."
"You are fooling yourself, Harvey."
De Spain addressed the warning to Lo-
gan. "And you, too, Sandusky," he
added.
"We'll take care of that," grinned
Logan. Sandusky kept silence.
"You are Jumping Into another man's
flght," protested De Spain steadily.
"Sassoon's fight Is our fight," Inter-
rupted Morgan.
"I advise you," said De Spain once
more, looking with the words at San-
dusky and his crony, "to keep out of
It."
"Sandusky," yelled Logan to his
partner, "he advises me and you to
keep out of this flght," he shrilly
laughed.
"Sure," assented Sandusky, but with
no variation In tone and his eyes on
De Spain.
Logan, with an oath, leaned over the
bar toward Sassoon, and pointed con-
temptuously toward the end of the
bar. "Shike!" he cried, "step through
the rail and take that man's gun."
De Spain, looking from one to the
other of the four faces confronting
him, laughed for the first time. But
he was looking without seeing what
he seemed to look at In reality, he
saw only a cut-glass button. He was
face to face with taking a man's life
or surrendering his own, and he knew
the life must be taken In such a way
as Instantly to disable its possessor.
These men had chosen their time and
place. There was nothing for It but
to meet theoj. Sassoon was stepping
toward him, though very doubtfully.
De Spain laughed again, dryly this
time. "Go slow, Sassoon," ho 6aid.
"That gun is loaded."
"If you want terms, hand over your
gun to Sassoon," cried Logan.
"Not till It's empty," returned De
Spain. "Do you want to try taking It?"
he demanded of Logan, his cheeks
burning a little darker.
Logan never answered the question.
It was not meant to be answered. For
De Spain asked It only to cover the
spring he made at that instant into
Sandusky's middle. Catlike though It
was, the feint did not take the big fel-
low unprepared. He had heard once,
-when or where he could not tell, but
he had never forgotten the hint, that
De Spain, a boxer, was as quick with
his feet as with his hands. The out-
law whirled. Both men shot from the
hip; the reports cracked together. One
bullet, grazing the fancy button,
smashed through the gaudy waistcoat;
the other, as De Spain's free band
struck at the muzzle of the big man's
gun, tore into De Spain's foot. San-
dusky, convulsed by the frightful
shock, staggered against De Spain's
arm, the latter dancing tight against
him. Logan, alive to the trick but
caught behind his partner, fired over
Sandusky's right shoulder at De
Spaln'a head, flattened aide wise against
the gasping outlaw's breast. Hugging
hla shield. De Spain threw his second
shot over Sandusky's left shoulder Into
Logan's face. Logan, sinking to the
floor, new moved again. Supporting
with extraordinary strength the un-
wieldy bnlk of the dying butcher. De
Spain managed to steady him as a buf-
fer against Morgan's Ire until be could
•end a alug over Sandusky's bead at
th.-> instant the latter trJlapaed. Mor-
gan Ml against the bar.
5ab<lo*ky"s weight dragged De Spain
de* a. For i
«f>rnwte4 In a heap.
his agile enemy, dropping his revolver,
dodged under the rail to close. De
Spain, struggling to free himself from
the dying man, saw, through a mist,
the greenish eyes and the thirsty knife.
He fired from the floor. The bullet
shook without stopping his enemy, und
De Spain, partly caught under San-
dusky's body, thought, as Sassoon came
on, the game was up. With an effort
born of desperation, he dragged him-
self from under the twitching giant,
freed his revolver, rolled away, and,
with his sight swimming, swung the
gun at Sassoon's stomach. He meant
to kill him. The bullet whirled the
white-faced man to one side and he
dropped, but pulled himself, full of
fight, to his knees and, knife in hand,
pa«ted forward. De Spain, rolling has-
tily from him, staggered to his feet,
and, running In as Sassoon tried to
strike, beat him senseless with the
butt of his gun.
His own eyes were streaming blood.
His head was reeling and he was
breathless, but he remembered those
of the gang waiting outside. He still
could see dimly the window at the
end of the bar. Dashing his fingers
through the red stream on his fore-
head, he ran for the window, smashed
through the sash into the patio and
found Sassoon's horse trembling at the
fusillade. Catching the lines and the
pommel, he stuck his foot up again
and again for the stlrrap. It was use-
lets ; he could not make It. Then,
summoning all of his fast-ebbing
strength, he threw himself like a sack
across the horse's back, lashed the
brute through the open gateway,
climbed into the saddle, and spurred
blindly away.
CHAPTER X.
After the Storm.
For a week the search continued day
and night, but each day, even each
succeeding hour, reduced the expec-
tation of ever seeing De Spain alive.
Spies working at Calabasas, others
sent In by Jeffries to Music moun-
tain among the Morgans, and men
from Medicine Bend haunting Sleepy
Cat could get no word of De Spain.
Deaf Sandusky and Logan had been
found dead at the Inn by Lefever on
the night after the fight. Fairly accu-
rate reports accounted for Gale Mor-
gan, nursing a wound at home, and
for Sassoon, badly wounded and under
cover somewhere in the gap. Beyond
this, information halted.
Toward the end of the week a Mexi-
can sheepherder brought word in to
Lefever that he had seen in Duke
Morgan's stable Sassoon's horse—the
one on which De Spain had escaped.
He averred he had seen the blood-
stained Santa Fe saddle that had been
taken off the horse when the horse was
found at daybreak of the day follow-
ing the flght, waiting at Sassoon's cor-
ral to be cared for. There could be,
It was fairly well ascertained, no mis-
take about the horse—the man knew
the animal; but his information threw
no light on the fate of its missing
rider.
Though Scott had known first of
De Spain's helpless condition In his
desperate flight, as regarded self-de-
fense, the Indian was the last to aban-
don hope of seeing him alive again.
One night, in the midst of a gloomy
council at Jeffries' office, he was
pressed for an explanation of his con-
fidence. It was always difficult for
Scott to explain his reasons for think-
ing anything. Men with the surest In-
stinct are usually poorest at rea-son-
lng a conviction out. But Bob, cross-
examined and harried, managed to give
some explanation of the faith that was
In him. "In the first place," he said,
"I've ridden a good deal with that
man—pretty much all over the coun-
try north of Medicine Bend. He is as
full of tricks as a nut's full of meat.
Henry de Spain can hide out like an
Indian, and doctor himself. Then,
again, I know something about the
way he fights; up here they don't. If
thoae four fellows had ever seen him
In action, they never would hare ex-
pected to get out of a room alive, after
a ahowdown with Henry de Spain. Aa
near aa I can make out from all the
talk that's floating around, what footed
them was serine him ahoot at a mark
here om day to Sleepy Oat."
! Jeffrie* didn't tnterrnpc but he
slapped Uf knee sharply
"Too might jurt aa wall try to
tinueil Scott mildly, "aa to ahoot Into
that fellow In a room with closed dintrs
and expect to get away with It The
only way the bunch can ever kill that
man, without getting killed themselves,
Is to get him from behind; and at that,
John, the man that tires the gun," mur-
mured the scout, "ought to be behind a
tree.
"You say he Is h't. I grant It." he
concluded. "But I knew htm once,
when he was hit, to lie out In the bush
for a week. He got cut off once from
Whispering Smith and Kennedy after
a scrimmage outside Williams Cache
two years ago."
"You don't believe, then, he's dead.
Bob?" demanded Jeffries linputlently.
"Not till I see him dead," persisted
Scott unmoved.
• •••***
De Spain, when he climbed Into Sas-
soou's saddle, was losing sight and
consciousness. He knew he could no
longer defend himself, and was so
faint that only the determination of
putting distance between him and any
pursuers held.him to the horse after
he spurred away. With the Instinct of
the hunted, he fumbled with his right
hand for his means of defense, and
was relieved to find his .avolver, after
his panicky dash for safety, safe In Its
place. He put his hand to his belt for
fresh cartridges. The belt was gone.
The discovery sent a shock through
his falling faculties. He could not
recollect why he had no belt. Bellev-
15
Hugging His Shield, De Spain Threw
Hla Second Shot Over Sanduaky'a
Shoulder.
lng his senses tricked him, he felt
again and again for It before he would
believe It was not buckled somewhere
about him. But It was gone, and he
stuck back in his waistband his useless
revolver. One hope remained—flight,
and he spurred his horse cruelly.
Blood running continually Into his
eyes from the wound In his head made
him think his eyes were gone, and di-
rection was a thing quite beyond his
power of compass. He made little ef-
fort to guide, and his infuriated horse
flew along as If winged.
A warm, sticky feeling In his right
boot warned him, when he tried to
make some mental Inventory of his
condition, of at least one other wound.
He could not see twenty feet ahead or
behind. Even when he hurriedly wiped
the cloud from his eyes his vision
seemed to have failed, and he could
only cling to his horse to put the miles
as fast as possible between himself
and more of the Morgans.
A perceptible weakness presently
forced him to realize he must look to
his wounded foot. Before he slackened
speed he tried to look behind to recon-
nolter. With relief he perceived his
sight to be a trifle better, and In scan-
ning the horizon he could discover no
pursuers. Choosing a secluded spot,
he dismounted, cut open his boot and
found that a bullet, passing down-
ward, had torn an artery under the
arch of the foot Making a rude tour-
niquet, he succeeded in checking pretty
well the spurting flow that was sap-
ping his strength. After he had ad-
Justed the bandage he stood up and
looked at It
Then he drew his revolver again and
broke It He found five empty shells
In the chambers and threw them away.
The last cartridge had not been fired.
He could not even figure out how he
had happened to have six cartridges In
the cylinder, for he rarely loaded more
than lire. Indeed. It was his fixed
habit—to avoid accidents—never to
carry a cartridge under the hammer
of hla gun—yet now there had been
one. Without trying to explain the
<ir<-um*tance. be took freab stock of
his chance* and began to wonder
whether he might yet escape and lire.
He el tin bed again Into the saddle,
and. riding to a ridge, looked carefully
over the 4enert It was with aa effort
that he coald steady himrelf. and the
view and aaw no pursuit threatening
In any direction, was to Identify th«
country he waa In. Th* only landmark
anywhere In alght that be could recog-
nise was MunIc mountain. Thla no*
lay to the northweat, and he knew ha
must be a long way from any country
he waa familiar with. But there waa
no galnaaylng. eren la hla confused
condition, Mualc mountain. After
looking at It a long time he headed
with some hesitation cautloualy toward
It with Intent to Intercept the first
trail to the northeast. Thla would take
him toward Sleepy Cat
As hla eyes continued to sweep the
horizon he noted that the sun waa
down and It was growing dark. II*
was aware at Intervala that he waa
steadying himself like a drunken man.
His efforts to guide the horse only be-
wildered the beast, and the two trav-
eled on maudlin curves and doubled
back on their track until De Spain de-
cided thut his sole chance of reaching
any known trail was to let go and give
the horse his heud. A period of uncon-
sciousness, a blank In De Spain's mind,
soon followed. How long he rode In
this way. or how far, he never kuew.
HM was roused to consciousness by the
uuaccustomed sound of ruunlng wuter
underneath hla horse'a feet.
It was pitch dark everywhere. The
horse after the hard experience of the
evening was drinking a welcome draft
De Spain had no conception of where
he could be, but the stream told him he
had somehow reached the range,
though Music mountain Itself had been
swallowed up In the nltfht. A sudden
and uncontrollable thirst seized the
wounded man. He could hear the wa-
ter falling over the stones and climbed
slowly and painfully out of the saddle
to the ground. With the lines la his
left hand he crawled toward the water
and, lying flat on the ground beside the
horse, put his head down to drink. The
horse, meantime, satisfied, lifted hla
head with a gulp, rinsed his mouth,
and pulled backward. The line*
slipped from De Spain's hand. Alarmed,
the weakened man scrambled after
them. The horse, startled, shied, and
before bis rider could get to his feet
scampered off In a trot. While D*
Spain listened In consternation, the es-
caped horse, falling Into an easy stride,
galloped away Into the night.
Stunned by this new misfortune, and
listening gloomily to the retreating
hoof-beats, De Spain pondered the situ-
ation In which the disaster left him.
it was the worst possible blow that
could have fallen, but fallen it had,
and he turned with such philosophy a*
he could to complete the drink of water
that had probably cost him his life.
When he had slaked a seemingly un-
quenchable craving, he dashed the run-
ning water, first with one hand and
then the other, over his face. He tried
feebly to wash away some of the alkali
that had crusted over the wound In the
front of his head and was stinging and
burning in it There was now noth-
ing to do but to secrete himself until
daylight and wait till help should reach
him—It was manifestly Impossible for
him to seek it
Meanwhile, the little stream besld*
him offered first aid. He tried It with
his foot and found It slight and shal-
low, albeit with a rocky bed that made
wading In his condition difficult. But
he felt so much better he was able to
attempt this, and, keeping near to one
side of the current, he began to follow
It slowly up-stream. The ascent waa
at times precipitous, which pleased
him, though it depleted his new
strength. It was easy in this way to
hide his trail, and the higher and fast-
er the stream took him into the moun-
tains the safer he would be from any
Calabasas pursuers. When he had re-
gained a little strength and oriented
himself, he could quickly get down Into
the hills.
Animated by these thoughts, he held
his way up-stream, hoping at every
step to reach the gorge from which
the flow Issued. He would have known
this by the sound of the falling water,
but, weakening soon, he found he must
abandon hope of getting up to It. How-
ever, by resting and scrambling up
the rocks, he kept on longer than h*
would have believed possible. Encoun-
tering at length, as he struggled up-
ward, a ledge and a clump of bushes,
he crawled weakly on hands and knee*
Into it, too spent to struggle, farther,
stretched himself on the flattened
brambles and sank Into a heavy sleep.
He woke In broad daylight. Con-
sciousness returned slowly and he
raised himself with pain from hla
rough couch. His wounds were stiff,
and he lay for a long time on his back
looking up at the sky. At length he
dragged himself to an open space near
where he had slept and looked about
He appeared to be near the foot of a
mountain quite strange to him, and In
rather an exposed place. He clambered
a hundred feet above where he had
slept before he found a hiding place.
It waa at the foot of a tiny waterfall
where the brook, striking a ledge of
granite, had patiently hollowed out a
shallow pool. Beside thla a great maas
of frost-bitten rock had fallen, and one
of the bowlders lay tilted In such a
way as to roof In a sort of cave, the
entrance to which was not higher than
a man's knee. De Spain crawled Into
this refuge.
And then a very strange thing 11
happena to De Spain—an avant II
that change* the whole courae j|
of hla life. .It ia
in the next installment.
ALLIES BEAT BACK
THE FOEAT YPRES
BRITISH AND FRENCH GAIN
| ALL OBJECTIVES IN NEW ||
BELGIAN OFFENSIVE
MANY PRISONERS ARE TAKEN
Germane Continuing Advance in Rue«
aia, Capture Three Hundred Thou-
aand in Roumanian
Drlv*
Again the great Anglo-French war
machine has struck the German* l
Flanders and again It haa been auo-
ceasful. The village of Langemarclc
and other important ooaitlons wera
taken.
The latest blow in the Ypres area,
was on a front of nine miles and only
on the extreme right were the allied*
forces unable to make progress. Tha
Germans resisted stubbornly, suffering
heavy losses, but on the greater part
of the front they were forced to leava
valuable positions In the possession of
the allies.
Before the fighting between Len*.
and Loos had died out the French and.
British moved forward north of tha-
Ypres-Menln road. Throughout Thura-
day bitter fighting continued. On th®
left the French occupied the ground,
between the Ypres canal and Martje-
vaart and then drove the Germans
from the important bridgehead of
Dreigrachten.
Field Marshal Halg's men carried
the center and right of the attacking
line. In the center the British soon
gained their first objective and then,
established themselves In Lange-
marck. Continuing their attack, ther
advanced a half mile beyond the vil-
lage, gaining a trench system which
was the final objective of the day.
On the right flank the German re-
sistance waa most desperate. Early In
the day the British drov* the Teuton**
back, but numerous counter-attacks.
In which they suffered heavily, enabled
the Germans to regain the lost ground.
In the Lens sector the Canadian®
made additional progress east of Lx>on
and north of Lens. German prisoner*
to the number of nearly 900 were tak-
en In the fighting here, bringing the al-
lied total for the two days to 2,700. In
Flanders the British also captured
some guns from the Germans.
Berlin Doubta It
Although Berlin says the allied at-
tack in Flanders had been forced back
with heavy losses, It admits French,
and British gains at Dreigrachten on
the Yser canal and near Langemarck.
These are the places where London of-
ficially says the French and British
advanced.
Except for continued heavy artil-
lery fighting on the Aisne front and
near Verdun, a gain by the French
south of Allies, north of The Aisne,
has been the only important Infantry
action south of Lens. The French,
captured German trenches on a front
of two-thirds of a mile, took 120 pris-
oners and repulsed fouf German coun-
ter-attacks.
German* Cross Sereth.
On the Sereth river in southwestern
Moldavia, the Rumanians and Rua«
slans have been driven across the riv-
er by the Austro-Germans. Northwest
of Fokshanl the Rumanians and Rus-
sians have made numerous attacks la
efforts to capture Stracani and Pant-
siu. In the Trotus valley, western Mol-
davia, Austro-German advance appar-
ently continues. Berlin says that tha
forces of Field Marshal von Macken-
sen have captured more than 300,56'*
prisoners, sixteen guns and more than
fifty machine guns in the recent fight-
ing.
THE SUBS
London.—A falling off in British,
tonnage sunk last week both by sub-
marines and mines is Indicated by tha
weekly admiralty statement Fourteen
vessels of 1,600 tons and more wero
sent to the mottom as against twenty-
one the previous week. Two vessels
of less than 1,600 tons were sunk last
week, the same reported the prevloua
week. Three fishing boats met with
disaster laat week.
The figures follow:
Over Under Fishing
Month 1.600 Ts. 1,600 Ts. Boats
First 62 28 40
Second 92 39 30
Third 98 49 30
Fourth 55 19 13
Fifth 64 19 2«
Week.
Twenty-first 21 S
Twenty-second .. 18 3
Twenty-third .... 21 2
Twenty-fourth ... 14 2 3
Totals 474 164 14
Grand Total 7SL
described fully II
Iment.
(TO be co.Vn.NXTU>.>
Aa a Mao Thiaka
iflf id a a thinks he ts i
aid maa Uke* ts
as a day whas he waa a Ml
Horrible Tale from tha Arctic.
Edmonton. Alberta.—Slnniaiak. one
of two Eskimos from the Bloody Fa!la
country on the fringe of the Arctio
ocean, who are oa trial here for tha
murder of Father Rouviere and Father
Leroux. haa r-onfeaaed to the double
crime. Sianialak told how he and
Vluksuk. the other defendant, war*
encaged by Father Leroax to draw ht*
eleigh. bow they quarreled, and how
he slipped a knife between the prteaVa
ahoaldera They then eat ap the hod-
I livers
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Ryder, J. W. The Mangum Mirror (Mangum, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 45, Ed. 1 Tuesday, August 21, 1917, newspaper, August 21, 1917; Mangum, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc281170/m1/3/?q=%22new-sou%22&rotate=90: accessed July 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.