EPHEDCIIED D IHL CTHED Yhe Fighting Tenderfoot By William MacLeod Raine Copyright & Willlam Macleod Raine WNU HCH Eo CHEST ED CHAPTER XIV ane] Troms Second Fiddle Mary Joe Ford, Barbara's he keeper, came out of the house, a wor- ried look on her face She: nodded greeting to O'Hara, Barbara. “Have I've for him. plebald 10 do somet Bennie had “He can’t be T've just “I'll take a loc: the ford.” “I wish you would, Mr. O'Hara—an' I'l certainly paddle him proper when I get my hands on O'Hara remounted the creek. He found no sign of the truant below the ford. As he rode the creek Barbara came riding to meet him. “You didn't find him “No.” “He isn't around the says he spoke about Rou to ride. Service IK then spoke to Bennie the seen over you anywhere? lookin’ put that little went into the stable When he came back " been all place Tim pony an’ hing. him on gone. » creek, because " O'Hara £ and see If he's below up th come down it, said, him.” and rode to back up 7 she asked. place. Tim nd cliff. Ben. nie's er Maybe he started for it.” in the dently azy found tracks evil. the little plebald therg and snow they made by pony. Somewhere between Round cliff, which rose on the rock rim to dominate the ranch, they would no doubt catch up with the young ad- venturer. There was no for frantic haste, Their horses would travel much faster than the pony, and the youngster not have had more than wenty minutes’ start of them. In less than an hour he would be back at the ranch in the dis- ciplinary h Mary Joe. O'Hara's chs reason could fifteen or ands of ince me, He make the most of It, n that riicst HOLION bh must farther made confe i ae Ley STO posit ravid's It wus for ress of to be so. He swal rejected them, ¢ each other over buggy. fort- f § her defenses if he w it him to storm the last lowed hard, found and got as far as bara!" gulped eut desperately. They were in the canyon's Her eyes met his expectantly, a shin- ing cou back of the diffidence that fluttered in them. A cool and mocking voice Inter rupted. *“An' here we are again, old friends all of us” Barbara's heart died within her. Bob Quantrell had ridden out from be- hind a large boulder. Little Bennie Ford sat In front of him. In the out. law's hands rested lightly a Colt re. volver, He did not raise it. He did not order O'Hara to throw up his hands. With a thin, grim smile on his face he sat there watching the man who had hunted him from one cover to another, broken up his gang, captured and shackled him. “Not lookin’ for me, are Sheriff?" he continued derisively. Out of her terror Barbara spoke quickly, in a desperate plea for mercy. Her tortured memory swept back to that other day when he had once be fore despoiled her life. “We were lookin' for Bennie, was “An' now Jennie?” “I was gonna ride to Round eliff an’ I met Bob,” the little fellow piped. ut I wasn't lost, not the leastest bit." O'Hara had not yet spoken. He did not speak now. His eyes rested on the face out of which a mocking devil leered at him. At sight of Quantrell his heart had jumped and then his vitals had grown chill. But he was not in panic. His brain functioned logically as he estimated the chances. He could not take the luck of battle, not with little Bennle sitting in front of the outlaw. Quantrell had not put the youngster In front of him, O'Hara knew, because he feared the issue if it came to bullets, With his six-shooter already out he could drill the sheriff through and through before the latter could even lift his weapon. Why, then, was he using Bennie as a shield? Was it because he wanted to hold the officer inactive while he enjoyed his chagrin and terror? Again Barbara volced her agonized plea to the young desperado. She must save her lover who was so near to death. Somehow-—somehow.—ghe must stand between Garrett and im- pending doom. “If he had been lookin' for you would he have brought me along?” she cried, “Are you claimin', ma'am, that he knew Bonnie would get lost an’ that he came from Concho so as to be here to find him?" Quantrell asked, his words, Bar- mouth. rage you, He lost.” he's found. Ain't you, shallow light blue eyes not once lift. ing from his trapped hunter, “He came to see me, We——we're golng to be married,” Barbara ex- plained. She had no time to think out the most efTective way to reach this young killer's heart. But she had heard he was in love. A woman's ap- peal might touch him, “If nothing happens first,” he added with smiling suavity. “I wish you heaps of joy, Miss Barbara, whoever you marry.” “He's sheriff,” she pushed on. “He had to do his duty, but he has no feeling against you. Why don't you go away again while there's time? Let him go, an he'll lat you go.” “That's real good of him,” Quan trell murmured ironically “Let me go, will he? Yes, ma'am, I'd call that right kind of him.” “Don’t you owe me something?" begged. “You killed my husband and left my baby without a father.” A spasm of hatred twite hed his face. “I'll Kill him ¢ in If he was alive.” “But not n plea de d. “He's just sheriff. t's son! You wouldn't want to spoil my when" not without bit outlaws, she she nothing per lif fin just when rhed, Sheriffs e ng Quantrel terness, like are ma'am. They hadn't ought to be lov- Pick a preacher if you want a real safe one. What's yore idea? Am I to let this fellow me around \' shoot up my friends an' then let him go when I've dead wood on him? [I notice the other day.” “He only did whe You age from him)” “I heard some talk from one of his crowd,” Quantreil a got nothin here. Ma wr or two ago. But discard. Point got to be hi He sleeps on my trail too clost Well, I don't allow ers. chnse an’ got the he didn't let me go had to do didn't suffer srsonal dam about swered cynically vore frie nd i yhe is, It m or ane, for ort. gonna be me.” “But if you'd to Mexico" “I'm not imin® to try. Neither | driv “We used to be smiling at “Don’t you Bob.” We For the use of my litt Garrett comf leave the country, go leave the coun- anyone else can € me ou sald, PAZOTNesS, you jokes together, called times and beca less baby, won't you let this time? The amiable smile ‘All right, friend outia silent crowdin' of th Jennie ran back of the biz boulder and returned a moment later with tke piebald pony. O'Hara helped him to get into the saddle. The outlaw sat motionless, revolver in hand, while the other three filed out of the canyon, O'Hara bringing up “Not Lookin’ for Me, Are You, Sheriff?” He Continued Derisively. the rear. When they were no longer in gight he wheeled his horse and fol- lowed the winding of the gulch as it cut deeper into the hills, He was pleased with himself. It suited his whim today to be merciful, Even if Barbara Ingram had not begged for mercy he would not have killed O'Hara, he told himself now. But he was glad she had sued for her lover's life. It ministered to Quan. trell's vanity to feel that she recog- nized that the power of life and death had been In his hand. Because he had come off best he felt a certain amiable kindliness rather than ani mosity toward Garrett O'Hara. Unmusically but jocundly he as- sured the hills that Daddy would be home when the round-up was through, CHAPTER XV A Job Finished Bennie proudly led the homeward. bound party. Unaware of a rod In pickle for him, he wanted to be the first to reach the ranch with the story of his adventure. That two lovers THE CENTRE REPORT lagged behind was to him an unim- portant trifle, The strain of peril relaxed, Barbara had to fight ngainst a wave of faint. She caught at the saddle horn with both hands to steady herself, “I think you saved my life,” O'Hara sald In a volce unsteady with emotion. “I couldn't lift a finger to help myself, not with Benle sitting in front of him, and if Bennie hadn't been there it wouldn't have done any good for me to try. “1 thought-I murmured. “He couldn't stand out aga you sald, There's a human him. And he likes children. you spoke about the baby—" “I didn't know what I was I was sick with fear” A reminiscent dread ran down her spine. “I'll never forget what sald.” he told her; then flung at her the question in his mind: “Are we going to be ma larbara 7 “Are we? Ness, * was afraid-—-" she inst whet streak In When saying, shiver of you rried, she echoed, her volce colorless, With a a the blood he knew are.” he eried. Bennie was hen they pony to sudden fifty sa reach s8iODe, : slipped from the saddl sdge of the willows and caught vin of | have to iarbara’s horse. hurry If we's lenny from a spat it to save n protested, rather faintly, “Bennie will sald hat paddling, any have to decision, “He how, Get take chance.” he with # ery masterful, aren't you?" her eves | tender and } rf But, n for O'Hara to i $0, and created t me,” Mary Joe “Ask Jack if 1 didan't him so three weeks ago “1 expect teresting thi replied, smiling you've been more in ngs Barbara man. Whereupon more news came out. “We'll make a double wedding of it.” Mary Joe suggested gaily, “Can you ride with me, O'Hara presently asked him, got to follow Quantreil’'s trail it's hot" “I reckon 80," Phillips answered. “Soon as I'm caught an’ saddled.” “I want to see you, Garrett, just a minute, In the house” Barbara said Inside, she turned swiftly on him, catching the lapels of his coat with an eagerness almost savage “Do you Jack?” “I've while have to go- ght awny, had you such a little time? forget that man just for stny here with me?” “I wish I could, sweetheart.” word of endearment fell shyly, as did the accompanying it. “But 1 can't, I've got to follow him at once." “He might have killed today, Garrett—and he dida't,” she reminded him, “I'm an officer, Barbara, It's my him because he's a eriminal, to stay with the job.” “I suppose 50,” she luctantly, “But you'll be won't you? You'll come back “I'll be very careful, and I'll back to you,” he promised. “When I finish this Job I'll resign” She clung to him, as would never let when [I've Can't you today an’ The curess you not a private citizen, business to capture I've got conceded re. careful, to me." come one him’ go, kissing with Bob Quantrell Approached With the Greatest Care the Old Dilapidated Cabin, feminine met ferocit hers, olce or dered excited! In that fraction of which Quan tells 4 two men recog each two-gun man was Deever. “Thought O'Hara had calaboose.” the squat rustier said In surprise. "That's story 1 heard.” “Do 1 look like the kinda bird that would stay in a 7 asked calaboose ? Quantrell boastfully. “I bumped off Buck Grogan an’ during the The a second flashed out ized other you in the the sald *Adols!"'” ‘hat must be why there's a posse on Horse creek.” “I reckon that's why, Quantrell ad. mitted casually. “But I served notice this afternoon on O'Hara not to crowd me” “On O'Hara? “Above the mouth of the Box canyon. " Where?" Diamond Tail, at the I had the Persian Poet Laureate Persia appears to be the only other country which has maintained a poet laureate in recent years. Until Mau- gaffer-ed-Din abolished the post in 1890, the court of Teheran had for centuries possessed a poet laureate, whose duties were far more onerous than those of his British equivalent. According to Narcisse Persin, who spent some years in Persia at the be- ginning of the last century, court et. quet prescribed that whenever the shah traveled outside the capital his suite should include a dwarf, a giant, a Jester, a historiographer and the poet laureate-these five being treated on an equal footing among the lesser ministrants to his majesty's pleasure and diversion, The historiographer had to record for the benefit of posterity all the do- ings and dayings of his master, and the laureate was called upon to cele- brate a large proportion of these In verse, M. Persin highly approved of Cure for the “Blues” If an attack of the blues has come upon you, try Emerson for a good nightcap. He will lead you into thoughts so far beyond your petty gelf that you will forget that such a malady ever existed. If he grows too ethereal, the book will drop of its own welght and sleep will seize you wholly. It may not be complimentary to an author to list his books as sleep. producing (Emerson will not care), and perhaps it would be as unwise to do so as to suggest the best ten books to those whose tastes are as far apart us the poles, But one could mention many delightful bedside books In. dianapolis News, i Kept Reasonably Busy the custom, which followed, “for the shah, knowing that many of his utterances and deeds would be crystalized in an ode, felt bound on these royal progresses to speak and behave ma jestically,”—Man- chester (England) Guardian, Proof of Friendship A telephone call came to the super intendent of a sanitarium near Chi. CAgon, “Say,” queried the caller, “have You got a fellow named B-- out there?” “Why, yes” “Is he paying you any board?” “No; he's a charity patient.” “Say. that guy hasn't got any more right to be a charity patient than 1 have. Why, he's got $400 in one bank and $000 in another and he owns a bungalow out in .Waukegan. You'd better hide his clothes before you give him a bill, though, or he'll skip out on you. He's that kind of a crook” “Say,” demanded the superintend. ent, “who are you and how do you come to know so much about B's affairs?" “Oh,” replied the unknown caller, “I'm a close friend of his."—Chicago Evening Post, Not Adapted to English No less than eight Hebrew words are translated river in our English Bible, All have differing shades bf meaning, ranging from watercourses only occasionally bearing water (Nachal), to rivers likely at times to be in overflow flood (Zeor). These delicate degrees of meaning are Ine capable of being reproduced iu our more prosale language, ke found rigidly drop on Mr, Bheriff, an’ for two cents I would have bumped him off.” “Was he mountea?’ “Sure.” Quantrell looked at companion In surprise, “Ain't body mounted in hills?" “I'm not,” The younger outlaw no. ticed an odd glitter in Deever's eves, “I got no horse an’ I'm starved wore out climbin’' these d—d hills wadin' through Yon fool, didn't you kill O'Hara an’ get horse for me?" “Don’t talk thataway Quantrell sn: you wasn't fixed with a time? Took cow's tall to get one, “Where Is yore horse? “Back tie” "We'd hetts “O'Hara's f his © ery- these snow, horse me about *" in the pine get outa here an hour ago shots at me, 1 wg rocks an’ crawle } re after me hotf “Where's “He you're them uld not escape on one horse As the younger man pulled the rein from the slip knot he heard th u feet of his companion. turned. “AM ing Quantrell timer, for" Deever's six-shooter roared twice, ob Quantrell staggered, fired once blindly nto the ground, lurched against the trunk of a tree, and slid along it to the snow, A moment, and Deever was in the saddle galioping for safety. Twenty minutes later, still riding hard, he swung around a curve In the trail. He dragged the horse to iis haunches. For he was face to face with the sheriff and Jack Phillips. He followed his first instinctive re action and fired at "Hara sefore the echo of the shot came back from the canyon wall the of O'Hara and Phillips were in action, dropped his wer set, old guns pon aml He slid Deever clutched at the saddle horn, to the ground. “Don’t =rhoot “You've got me.” Almost before they was dead. The officers looked at each other, “Something drivin’ him in a hurry,” Phillips sald. "Deo you reckon he met yore boys?” “He's riding the same Quantrell was two hours ago. is, he was a minute ago.” “Then we better go slow, Bob is liable to be around somewhere” In a little while they met O'Hara's posse and learned the news of Deever's treachery to Quantrell, “Scared they couldn't both make It. So he plugged Bob twice through the heart,” Owen explained. They carried the todies of the ont. laws to the Circle 8 O ranch where they were to spend the night, O'Hara did not wait for supper, He ate a couple of sandwiches and drank a cup of coffee. On a fresh horse he struck across to the Dia. mond Tail. It was dark long before he reached the ranch, When he knocked on the door Bar bara opened it for him. At sight of her lover she canght her breath sharply. “Is itis everything-—all righty" He caught a glimpse of the outline of her bosom beneath the wrap she had caught up and thrown on, “My Job in finished” he told her, From her throat came a little sob bing sound of joy. again," he gasped reached him he horse Bob That (THE ENDJ your mouth? Coated tongue, bad breath? Watch them vanish when you clean accumu. lated waste matter out of your gystem, Feen-a-mint works thoroughly, gently, efficiently with smaller doses. Non. habit-forming. Safe for young and old. INSIST ON THE GENUINE FOR co NSTI PATION Sunshine #444 —All Winter Long AT the Foremost Desert Resort of the West—marvelous dimate— worm sunrry days—clear storlit nights — dry invigorating gir — splendid roods — gorgeous mountain scenes——fincst hotels —the idea! winter home. 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