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(Continued From Page 1) Ghecks, What hurt was that they Bad been tricked, led like lambs to the killing, None of them doubted Mow that ‘the packhorse of the | Ramblers was a “ringer.” ‘The jeers of Dodie did not improve | thetr tempers. “They say one's born every min. i Ad. Dawged if I don't believe he sneered. / Audibly Hart yawned and mur. ip sentiments aloud. “I'm lable to tell these birds what I think lot ‘em, Steve, if they don’t spend jatite come time layin’ off'n us.” “Don't tell us out loud. We might hear you,” advised Doble inaolently “In regards to that, I'd sure worry aid.” wa his place with a cup of hot » By some perverse trick of his glance fell on Doble's sinis face of malignany triumph. His snapped, and in an tn- the whole course of hie life deflected from the path it would have taken, With a flip tossed up the tin cup so that the coffee soused the crook screamed Dobdie,! ‘Goddlemighty,” leaping to his feet, “Godlemighty™ screamed Dobie. leaping to hia feet. He reached for his forty-five, just as Sanders clawed with him. The range-rider’s revolver. Hike that of most of hie fellows, was @ blanket roll in the wagon. Miller, with surprising agility for Se Sa GR, 0 hm font nnd himself at the puncher. Dave flung the smaller of his op | ts back against Steve, who was tallor fashion beside him. The tottered and fell over Rus. who lost no time in pinning his | to the ground while Mart deft. Temoved the revolver from his| Swinging round to face APevecoreng saw at once that the plunged at him. He te get at Close quarters, for he Rot tell when Miller would his mind and eleef to” fight th a gun. The man had chosen hand-to-hand tussle, Dave knew, use he wag sure he could beat stingy ar opponent as himself. he got the grip on him that he ted the big gambie: would crush by sheer strength. So, tho the ngater had to get close, he dared clinch. He jabbed at the big white face, and jabbed again. Now he im the shine of the moon; now was in darkness. A red streak out on the white face opposite he knew he had drawn blood. roared like a bull and failed my at him. More than one heavy Jarred him, sent a bolt of pain ing thru him. The only thing saw was that shining face, He ADVENTURES . : OF THE TWINS east , eee | “A little breeze came along (were lifted up into the air | | There was funny little old Buskins iting on a fuzzy dandelion, smoking his pipe and asking the Twins if they would like to go to Thistledown Sand. You don't have to guens very hard to find out what the children @Ngwered. There, I know you’ Buesed already. But a thought struck Nancy. “Oh, 1 forgot, we can't go, Mr. Buskine ‘We're not allowed near the apple- tree since Nick ate a green apple and got wick, So we can’t get to the magical elevator.” “Don't 1 know it?’ nodded Buskins soberly, “That's why J'm here. You nee there are more ways than one of getting to the Land-of-l’p-in-the-Air ‘This dandelion puff was just about to Mart for that part of it called { ‘Thistiedown Land and I thought we ™ What do you ur Magic Green Shoes on and can wish yourselves as | “mall an you like.” “Of course,” laughed Nick, “Tt'll) be > © tun, I'vo always won- 8 at that moment return. | 1922, \ THERE'S A MOUSE ' IN MY ROOM! You'VE HAD EXPERIENCE} WITH WILD ANIMALS, SO PLEASE GET ONE OF YOUR SHOOTING IRONS AFTER IT! ifs WM-M- T SHOULD MONGOLIAN MOUSE LIZARD BACK WITH ME* HE'D Fix IT! THE ALL HED HAVE “To DO \S LET TH’ MOUSE ® GET A FLAS x HAVE BROUGHT A HOWEVER I'LL GET ked away at it with ewift jabs, | | takin, « what punishment he must and dodging the rest | Miller was furious, He had intend @d to clean up this bantam in about a minute. He rushed again, broke thru Dave's defense, and closed with him, His great arms crushed into the ribs of his lean opponent. As they swung round and round, Dave gasped for breath, Ile twisted and squirmed, trying to escape that dead ly hug, Somehow be succeeded in| tripping his huge foe, | They went down locked together, | Dave underneath. The puncher knew that if he had room Miller would hammer his face toa pulp, He drew himself close to the barre! body, arms | |and lege wound tight like hoops. Miller gave @ yell of pain, In- stinetively Dave moved his legs high. | er and clamped them tighter. The! yell rose again, became a scream of agony. “Lemme loose!” shricked the man | on top. “My Gawd, you're killin’ | me? Dave had not the least idea what! was disturbing Miller's peace of | mind, but whatever it was moved | to his advantage. He clamped tight: | jer, working hin heels into another secure position. The big man bel lowed with pain, ‘Take him off!) Tuke him off!" he implored in an crescendo “What's all this?" demanded an | imperious voice. Miller was tor howling from the| arma and legs that bound him and/ Dave found himself jerked roughly | to his feet. The big rawboned fore. | man was glaring at him above his! large hook nose. The trail bow: had been out at the remuda with the jingler when the trouble began. He had arrived im time to rescue his fat friend ‘What's eatin’ you, Sanders?” he | demanded curtly. | | “He somped George! yelped Miller. Breathing hard, Dave faced his Coe | warily. He was in a better strategic | | position than he had been, for he) jhad pulled the revolver of the fat | fone of “Have it yore own way, I hate to have you leave we after I tell you there'll be no more trouble, but if that’s how you feel about it 1 got fothin' to way, What I want ander stood is this"—Dug Doble raised his voice for all to hear--"that I'm boss of this outfit and won't stand for any rough stuff. If the boys, or any em, can't lose their money without beilyac they can get [their time pronto. The two gamblers packed their race-horve, saddled, and rode away without a word to any of the range. riders. The men round the fire gave no sign that they knew the confi. | rman from ite holster just as they |dence men were on the map until were dragced apart. jafter they had gone. “Daye stumbled and spilt some) coffes on George; then George he) tried to gun him. Miller mixed in| then.” explained Hart. ' The foreman glared. “None of thix stuff while you're on the trail with my outfit. Get that, Sanders? I won't have it.” CHAPTER Iv The Paint Hom Disappears Wakened by the gong. Dave lay luxuriously in the warmth of bis blankets, It woe not for several mo ments that he remembered the fight or the circumstances leading to It “Dave he couldn't hardly he'p|The grin that lt his boyteh face at hisse'f,” Back Byington broke in. | thought of its unexpeeted conclusion “They was runnin’ on him consider | was 4 fleeting one, for he discovered able, Dug.” | that it hurt his face to smile. Briskly “I ain't askin’ for exeuses, I'm|he rosm and grunted “Ouch!” His tellin’ you boys what's what,” re-| sides were sore from the rib aqueer torted the road besa, “Sanders, give ing of Miller's powerful arma, him bis gun.” | Dave roped his mount and rode | ‘The cowpuncher took a step back. Jout to meet Chiquite, The pinto was ward. He had no intention of hand-/an aristocrat in his way. He pre- | ime & loaded gun to Miller white the | ferred to choose his company, was | gambler was in his present frame of/a little dindainful of the cow-pony mind. ‘That might be equivalent to |that had ne accomplishments, Usun}- om | ae. He broke the revolver,|iy he grazed a short distance from turned the cylinder, and abook out|the remuda, together with one of the cartridges. The empty weapon | Rob Hart's string. The two ponies he tomeed on the ground. [had been brought mp in the same “He ripped me with his spurs.” | bunch Miller said wullenly. “That's how-| This morning Dare's whistle come I had to turn him loose." — | brought no nicker of Joy, no thud Dave looked down at the man's of hoofs galloping out of the dark legs. His trousers were torn to|nems to him. He rode deeper into shreds. Blood trickled down the|the desert. No answer came to his lacerated calves where the spurs had | calls, roweled the flesh cruelly. No won-| The céwpuncher returned to camp der Miller bad suddenly lost interest |for breakfast and got permission of in the fight. the foreman to look for the missing | The first thing that Dave did was | horses to strike straight for the wagon| Beyond the flats was a country where his roll of bedding was. He | creased with draws and dry arroyos. untied the rope, flung open the blan-| From one to another of there Dave keta, and took from inaide the forty. | went without fir ding a trace of the five he carried to shoot rattlesnakes |animais. All day pushed thro This he shoved down between his |cactus and meequite. In the late shirt and trousers where It would be | afternoon he gave up for the time handy for use in case of need. land struck back to the flats. Miller and the two Dobles were| Dave struck the herd trail and standing a little way apart talking | followed it toward the new camp together in low tones. The fat man,|A horsemon came out of the golden is foot on the mpoke of n wagon | weet of the sunset to meet him wheel, was tying up one of his bleed, man was Bob Hart. ing calves with a bandanna handker-. | ound ‘em? shouted Dave when chief. he was clore enough to be heard. The brothers appeared to be debst-| “No, and we won't—not this Kide ing some point with heat. George|of Malapl. Those didn’t insisted, and the foreman gave up|make camp last night. They kep’ with a lift of his big shoulders jtravelin’. If you ask me, they're jmovin’ yet, and they've got our he t sealawagn occurred to Dave “Any proof?” he I heen ridin’ on the | point all day. Three four times we jeut trail of five horses, Two of the | five are bein’ ridden. My Four-Bits| homs has got a broken front hoof. So bas one of the five.” “Movin’ fast, are they?” ' “You're damn whistlin’. They're hivin’ off for parts unknown. Malapt firnt off, looks like. They got friends | there.” i “Steelman and his outfit wil pro. tect them while they hunt cover and make a getaway. Miller mentioned Denver before the race-—said he figurin’ on goin’ there. Maybe | “He was probably lyin’. You can't ltell, Point is, we've got to get busy. My notion is we'd better make a bee line for Malapt right away.” proposed Bob. “We'll travel all night wastin’ any more time.” + Dug Doble received their decision sourly. “It don't tickle me a heap to be left short-handed because you |two boys have got an excuse to get and gently, very gently, they | to town quicker.” Hart looked him straight in the eye. “Call it an exeuse if you want to. We're after a pair of shorthorn No use dered where traveled to.” “There's only one thing,” warned Buskins. “We can't gay together As soon as this puff lenvea its stem, it weparates into a Wundred tiny parachutes. Kach of us will lave to sit atop of a different one, but don’t be frightened, they are ali going to the same ploce and we'll soon be to- gether again.” With that he ken out of his pipe an pocket. Nancy and Nick wished themselves almost as small as noth ing at all, and hopped wp on the dandelion puff thelr fairy friend, each little para phute No nooner were the the dandelion puffs (Copyright, 19) Polly lived in a nice town in In-| diana, where there were largish de partment stores, three movies, & “golect section” and the proper com- plement of banks, factories and of fice buildings. ‘The Newlands, Polly's folks, had a} | cream-colored clapboard on the fringe of the select section than a little breeze came along and| There wasn't much money. Mamma gently, very gently, they were lifted! Newland had @ little income from up into the air and Were sailing | the life insurance but Polly and her smoothly toward the far away|sister Bert had gone—and gladiy— |elouds straight from high school into # bustling world of workaday Bertha bad always boon called “the | ocked the ashes 1 put it into hin beside on a nice house nicely settled (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoo Beckley by The Seattle Star) CHAPTER I—A GIRL ON MAIN STREET |hastened to add, | good-looking chap who worked in the MY HINDOO RODENT CHARM AND SCARE) IT AWAY! MY, IT'S JUST ROURING aa OUT AND I HAVEN'T A * THING IN THE HOUSE. FOR DINER TONIGHT! crooks that stole our horees.” The foreman flushed angrily. “Don't come bellyachin’ to me about yore broomtaiis, 1 ain't got ‘em.” “We know who's got ‘em.” said Dave evenly. “What we want is a wage check so as we can cash It at Maiapi.” You don’t get it.” returped the big foreman bluntly. “We pay oft when we reach the end of the drive.” I notice you paid yore brother and Miller when we gave an order for it.” Hart retorted with heat “A different proposition. ‘They hadn't signed up for this drive like you boys did. You'll get what's comin’ to you when I pay off the others, You'll not get it before.” The two ridera retired sulkily They felt it was not fair, but on the trail the foreman is an autocrat From the other riders they borrowed & few dollars and gave in exchange orders on their pay ‘checks Within an hour they were on the road. Fresh horses had been roped from the remuda and were carrying them at an even Spanish jog-trot thru the night. 1 The gray dawn, sifting into the! sky. found them still traveling. | They reached the foothille and left | behind the desert shimmering in the | dancing heat. In a deep gorge, | where the hill creases gaye them | shade, the punchers threw off the trail, unaaddied, hobbled — their} horses, and stole a few hours’ sleep. | In the late afternoon they rode| back to the trail | The riders climbed steadily now. | Presently their way led them into} a hill pocket. which ran into a gorge | of pinons stretching toward Gun-| sight Pass. | ‘The stare were out again when | they looked down from the other | side of the pase upon the lights of Malapl. (Continued Tomorrow) pretty one.” Polly, they usually | 4 the brains’ | and @ “certain eharm of her own that drew you to her more slowly | than the shining beauty of Bert, but held you more surely in the end. Bert had married, of course-—a/ same bank and was as surely coing to be paying teller, cashier and ul timately president, aa was the star. ing white-marble bank building tt self to become mellowed into & and form the center of the town’s| big business. Polly's love affairs had not been SEATTLE IN THOSE “TURKIGH STUMBLES AND IH’ MOUSE WOULD LAUGH ITSELF stTupip! ‘applied in his own behalf the STAR RY / WART DO You MAKE OF THA HAY BURNER HES SMOKING? HE CLAIMS IT WAS GIVENTO ATTPRN THE OLD HOME TOWN AT HIM CLOSING OUT SALE HATCHETS - SAWS FOLDING CROWGARS WATER PROOF ON. CANS SLIGHTLY Use LAUR ‘ Ti ei Ss BAZAAR SBLF STARTING RAT TRAPS - D ‘001. PROOF can OPENERS Se ‘Tor FOR BEING TH! ONLY MANO EVER CLIMB “TH! ALPS sai ONE OF “THE MONKEYS IN PROF HIGGINBOTTOMS ANIMAL SHOW GOT AWAY YESTERDAY AND RAN WILD FOR TvyO HOURS — KEEPERS CAUGHT THE ANIMAL IN BUTLERS BAZAAR. | DON’T THINK THIS WILL BE MUCH OF A DINNER BUT THEY'LL HAVE TO MAKE THE BEST oF iT! UTD pa hogan TPL SELVES To MONEY FROM THGIR HUSBANDS! KeETS. He S4ID “IT HAS BEEN THO INALIENABLE RIGHT OP WONKN FROM THES BEGINNING OF TIME TO TAKE MONG \RROM ei1e HVSGANDS” = + Sotowta 1 Cle + SB Page 589 A COASTING PARTY David almost; them litte and some heavy ‘bobs’ soreached. “A cemetery where the | Standard 1 thought always | “A eemetery?” —long enough to carry ¢ight at a z NOUCED THAT MYSGC™, Detar, THAT MIGHT Have BSEN THAT WAY WHEN (T WAS DE- Furniture estore is! time CVERETT, WHAT THIS cemetries are “Second ave, (we called it way out somewhere away from) Second st. then) was our favorite | bill, but it was so steep that all the mothers and fathers didn’t Mrs. like it at all.” “90 | stores and everything.” “And Martha's so «they = are,” daught eed, soapy 9 | "'¥ea,” David said, “and there's they are, David. But you #6) such a lot of traffic on Second j when I was a little girl that! ave. too, with all the stores and corner of First and Pine was ‘way| banks and everything.” out somewhere.’ The story-teller’s eyes twinkled, “I remember one winter when| “Want me to tell you about the ‘stores and banks and every: | thing?" she asked, “Now, let's see—we started in | front of our house—that was at | Pine; across the street was a vi “Of course, we had no smooth! cant lot, half cleared; at Pike, pavements such as you have, but) Where the bank is now, was the by the time we had had a good| Pi4cksmith shop; then more va- | cant lots on both sides, snow, and a thaw, and s freee.) “noun on the other side all that and another snow, Old Jack Frost! pjock, where the Areade building had managed a pavement of ice! stands, the whole block back thru | to Hirst ave, was the Denny | home, with plenty of room for the peaceful cow which grazed in the made, with the runners put on at| yard.” it was sort of like this yéar—lots of cold weather, and snow and) ice and slippery places to const | Wet, XOV PUT ON YouR THINGS AND RUN ue to THE CORNGR AND GeT MGA COPY. AND IF THEY HAVGN'T GoT ANY LEFT, KEEP ON GOING, tf You Dare To OMG BACK WITHOUT ONE — a = on. which suited us exactly, “Our sleds were mostly home | the blacksmith shop, some of] (To Be Continued) akkthe stay a schoolmaster all his life. He! isn't the kind that'll ever be presi- more thoughtful, less showy type of girl sometimes feels at 23 when what Aunt Sue (who lived with the| she was tired of the office, tired of ent. And he'll always have colds what Aunt Sue called “Mr. Right" Newlands) called brilliant. ‘There | her employer's thick, cigar-muffied !9 the head.” | Seemed not to be coming along. had been the slim, shy high school | dictation, tired of the eternal grind| Polly liked Alan and felt a little) Life dulled, Things that formeriy principal who lent her books and | of walking home at night thru the sorry for him—perhaps because she amused her, gradually failed to, took her to the few good concerts | same old streets, greeting the same believed in Aunt Sue's dubious | Polly began to criticise the achitee that came to Laster Falls. old people, doing the same old prophecies, But she couldn't marry | ture of the library and to wonder if But when he looked up one sweet things evening after evening that him, . " the First National Bank building summer afternoan from the beok he Lester Falls offered as amusements.| Then there was Chartie Briggs, in| was so marvelous a civie ornament was reading to hor in the canoe, - Always Aunt Sue's eternal remark |the wholesale grocery business. | @ter all. The “Golden Days” movie that it was “just as easy to mak Charlie was awfully decent and what, palace palled. Holland and Bately’s ‘0| | brilliant marriage as a stupid one” | Aunt Sue regarded as “a comer” "and | “Boston Store” seemed cheap and came echoing. Always she could sure to be successful. But it was no | tacky. hear Aunt Bue's sniff whenever the use. Polly couldn't marry a chap} Mother Newland looked worrted time summon courage to propose. | thought came of marrying Alan. For who said, “I hadn't ought to have|and Aunt Sue said Polly needed some And there were days when she per-/Aunt Sue had a special sniff for done it,” and put pomade on his hatr | dandelion tonic. | suaded herself that Alan Conger/ Alan. and wore yellow shoes that squeaked.| Then one night by the Eastern | would be a good hushand “He's a spoopsy,” Polly was beginning to have that/| train came—Somebody. But they were mostly days when! what original term for him. (To Be words of the poet, Polly failed thet. She bad known be would some. was her some: “He'll [sickening fear at her heart that the