Murder -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Western stories; Women journalists -- Fiction
And why should Lacy desire to take her life? Most assuredly he did
not, or the act would have been already accomplished. The very fact of
her having been transported such a distance was sufficient evidence of
his purpose. The conspirators merely suspected her mission in Haskell;
they were afraid she knew more of their plans than she really did. The
telegram, stolen by Miss La Rue, had convinced the leaders that she
might prove dangerous if left at large, and they had determined to hold
her helpless until their scheme had been worked out and they were
safely beyond pursuit. That was undoubtedly the one object of her
capture. Lacy had no knowledge that Mendez's band was at the
rendezvous; he supposed them to be on a cattle raid to the south, with
only a man or two of his own left as guard over Cavendish.
Cavendish! Her mind grasped clearly now the fact that the man was not
dead. It had not been his body found in the Waldron Apartments, but
that of some other man substituted for purposes of crime. Cavendish
himself had been lured westward, waylaid in some manner and made
prisoner, as she and Westcott had suspected.
Through the co-operation of Lacy he had been brought to this desert
den, where he could be held indefinitely, with no chance of
discovery--killed if necessary. She had heard of such places as this,
read of them, yet never before had she realised the possibility of
their real existence. It all seemed more like a delirium of fever than
an actual fact. She rubbed her eyes, gazing about on the rock walls,
scarcely sure she was actually awake. Why, one might ride across that
desert, and pass by within a hundred yards of its rim, and never even
be aware of the existence of this sunken valley. Perhaps not a dozen
men outside this gang of outlaws had ever gazed down into its green
depths, and possibly no others knew of that narrow, winding trail
leading down to its level. Yet these men must have made use of it for
years, as a place to hide stolen cattle, and into which to retreat
whenever pursuit became dangerous.
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