The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 18, 1922, Page 9

SATURDAY, FP GUNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE by William Ma Raina All rlchts reserved. Printed by ot and by ap * ment with Houghton Mitfiln Compan a (Continued From Yesterday) — | lead it out trom under him CHAPTER XXV Miller pleaded for his life abject Miller Talks ¥. His blood had turned to w A man stood in the doorway, big, “Honest, I didn't shoot Har fat, swaggering. His breath came, Why, I'm that tenderhearted in wh y atts. wouldn't hurt a kitten. I! ol “Next you get your own don’t do that, for God's sake The v faltered, died away.| Thomas wa. t as The protu nt eyes, still cold and the outlaw jo aun to fishy, passed fearfully from one to, You wouldn't another of those in the room. | Crawford's face was as cold and joddiemighty!" he gasped. “Don't | 44 ha alee “Why net? shoot! I-—I give up.” /& murd He tried to gun Dav Like a bullet out of a gun Craw-| here when the boy didn't have a ford shot a question at him, #iXshooter, We'll Jes’ get rid of “Where have you hidden the money | him now He threw a rope ov you got from the stage?" the nviet’s head and adjusted i The loose mouth of the convict| to the folds of hin fat throat, opened, “Why, we—I—we—" The man under condemnatior “Keep yore trap shut, you durn Could hardly speak His throat BL” ordered Shorty. was dry as the desert dust belew I de word jabbed his rifle into the “T ¢ Mr nders a meanness Fibs of the rustler, “Yours, too,! I'm y. I was drunk.” Shorty.” “You led about him and sent But the damage had been done.) him to the penitentiary.” Miller's flabby will had been braced! “I'll fix that, Lemme go an’ I'll by a stronger one, He had been make that right given time to recover from his div) “How will you make ft right? may. He moistened hia lips with aske Crawford grimly, and the his tongue and framed his lie, weight of his arm drew the rope “I was gonna say you must be so Ught that Miller ¥ “Can mistaken, Mr. Crawford,” he give him back the years he's whined. lost ? Shorty laughed hardity, spat to- sir, no," the man whispers! Bacco juice at a knot in the floor at I can tel) how it was and spoke again. “Third degree t “i first at him. Dobie stuff, eh? It won't buy you a/ did an’ then—accidental—I thing, Crawford. Miller wasn't in) Killed Doble whilst I was shootin that hold-up any more'n I jat Mr. Sanders. "Let Miller do his own talkin’,) Dave strode fotward, his eyes like Shorty. He don't need any lead/ «reat live coals, “What? Say that from you.” again!” he cried. Shorty looked hard at the cattle} “Ye I did it—accidental man with unflinching eyes, “Don't| when Doble run forward in front get on the peck, Em. a got no of me. .'s right. I'm plumb sor business coverin’ me with that gun.j/ry I tell the cou't so when! I know you got reasons aplenty) you was on trial, Mr. Sanders for tryin’ to bluff us into sayin’ we reckon I was secairt to." held up the stage. But we don't) “Will you tell this of yore ow Diuff worth a cent, - |free wili to the sheriff down at Crawford saw, He had failed to Malypi?* asked Crawford p &@ confession out of Miller f sure w Yeu Mr, Craw It} ford." ‘The ma t ‘or had swept we the narrowest of margins. @ had time to get Shorty out away all thought of anything but @f the room before the con s © present peril. His\color was a appearance, the fellow would hav asick green, His « come thru. As it was, he had trembied like & jelly shaken from a missed his opportunity. mould Dave drew his chief aside, still It's too late now,” cut In Dave keeping a vigilant eye on the pris-' savagely We came up about this oners. “We've got to play our! stage robbery, el clea hand different. Shorty is game. He! thy can't be biuffed. But Miller can, I found out years ago he squeals at physical pain. We'll start home. After a while we'll « r Shorty a chance to make a r broke down. . way. Then we'll turn the se: te TH tell all I know, Dug on Miller.” Dobie and Shorty held up the stage “All right, Dave. You run !t./1 don’ know who killed the driv TM back yore piay,” his friend said. They didn’t say when they come ‘They disarmed Miller, made him back.” saddie two of the horses in the You let the water into the ditch,” corral, and took the back trail! suggested Crawford across the valley to the divide It Yessir, I did that They was was here they gave Shorty his! sheyerin’ me and o’ course I had chance to escape. Miller was lead-'to do like they sald.” ing the way up the trail, with “When dit you escape?” Crawford, Thomas, Shorty and! “On the way back to the peniten Dave in the order named. Dave + A fellow give the deputy rede forward to confer with the ff a drink on the train. It was owner of the D Bar Lazy RK. For doped. We bad that fixed. The three seconds hie back was turntd| keys to the handcuffs was in the to the squat cowpuncher. | deputy’s pocket. When he went to Shorty whirled his home and sisep wa unlocked the cuffs and I Meng it wildly down the precipitous) pot off at the next depot. Horses} pe. Sanders galloped after him, was waitin’ there for us a his revolver three times, and) “who do you mean by us? Who Afler a short chase gave up the hh you Pursuit. He rode back to the party know who he was. Fel og the summit, low said Brad clman sent him! Crawford glanced around at the io fx things me” heavy chapparal. “How about off) po, ed the field-giannes here a bit, Dave? The younger ot He them man agreed. NO I DIDN'T; DELLA CROSS M'HEART* I AM= 5 YEH, UH-HUH~ SHE DID ¢ WELL I DECLARE I REMEMBER NOW ~~ Y'DON i tacitly our party, Well as gives ‘om a good money. Tle’ right me he r i he don't aim w birds lke these ever ar r when he ge od and w n't stand any « What's our conversation with he can tell us I'l bet he can, Y . ta I've a notion he red of you fat convict tried to make a 1 against t He pleaded ance I don't know where they “hid the stuff. ‘They didn’t te me.” Sounds reasonable, and ! e Well, you're give two but we dec town with us Itt nd glanc Miller swallowed a tn hb throat, “You wouldn't me thataway, Mr. * I'm gettin’ to be an old now. I done wrong, but I'm sure right sorry,” he whimpered. the man who had y / WHO, ME? HA: HAS OH -\ i cur tr SHORT! YouUVE BEEN GAFFING ON “THAT PHONE SO LONG NOW IT STUTTERS ! YEH No, WHAT 2 & || C'MON = MV “THRILL AW, G'WAN + REALLY 2+} |HAS BEEN ON HER Le Gaye MA-HA~/ [TOES A HALF HOUR WAITING FOR ME To BUZZ HER! | SRTARY 24, 1922. THE SEATTLE STAR i OUR BOARDING HOUSE { C'MON MACK, CROWD UP"TH’ BATH-TUB = SAY TOM,DIO You SEND THE LANDLORD A CHECK FOR THE RENT THIS MONTH? NOPE,| DON'T BELIEVE 1 DID- ) FoRGoT iT! “Two fellows « e t's at, 1 ‘ turned to Miller. “We're going to! ror joather across the MO Ar thik: dade.’ Maubivwesk” escane hang you.” he said quietly. said in @ voice that expressed his |; mag . ¥ The pasty color of the fat man! ¢.+5 pods voce ee ai ebbed till his face seemed entirely. the cattleman took the glasses! ,, P <n gems Bijodiess. “My God! You wouldn't/,,4 jooked. ‘“Shorty’s found a ieee S sifperas: dq that™ he moaned. friend. Dug Doble likely. They're “apg Pgh - ane He clung feebly to the horn of Q-yin’ rifies, We'll have trouble uh Waar a ' a : fos hig saddie as Sanders led the horse| Ties) nee we stopped’ a ' hg yp ote bie into ; brush. He whimpered. of the pass,” he sald qu ford : r [ aw | fu modulated “I'm dirty soured an appeal for mercy re) xcuch shaken already, the olllwiy, po kote hand unsbayen, and anyhow I'd rath Paated over and over. The party! prowpector collapsed at the p: baygondie <0. , - ot go tonight. Bot left. the road @ hundred! yerore him, He was a man of| ber of ' ~d BP refused to accept this , betting ‘when © man sed | Heace and always had been, in spite non” See tds "| ox sir. You're comin < of the val promise of } " 1 gota; With me, by gum! T got soap and tongue. ove ‘ 5 from thei We and a razor up at the house, “Noné my funeral,” he said.) pins his tips w I'm hittin’ the tra ‘ eum in < ae for Malapi right now." howe all the He wheeled hi rye and jumped ta t png Bh = it toa g The roan plunged), Da 1 it the t § * %- thru the » and soon wu ey n Crawford pes-| ght I was ‘most a pauper and . out of sight. a. 4 psa 1 pure were oth of us were Ml fix Mr, Miller so he won't pico ¢ money under t eh f havin’ killed a make t 5 th ‘i man @ night we're rich a rookus, gett places to Jeave at fellow Crocus; anyhow I am He threw the coiled r over ‘ : isiiems ae wre haided that way And the heaviest branch e cedar, pion to-pat in the f us have cleared our names drew it tight d it te oe make in. boot, Ain't you got y red the trunk of the tree enror ihe Wie come in and we'tl| blood in that big body of yo The two men tied thelr hormes| tii. it over te eet I p in to the Delmonico and behind some he menquite and| EMERSON CRAWFORD. bite, then ride out to the ose their own cover Here they vt ched down and waited CHAPTER XXVI 1 will not™ protested the cat ey could hear the am Envithtien “Looky here, Dave, It's outlaws climbing t Chietends + Dave, with their showdown, Have you got any “We're going to hang you,” he said | ‘ y cats or an b then made thetr wa Dave met him eye to eye. “Not quietly. oe ee a thing, Mr, Crawford. No man past on his way Into the valley v . ever ha a be ter f ee He did not see them, nor did they) mir whispered o_o see him. od greement fede ms es Uhderneath a rather scrubby ce * here came “Dealt hate sey Sey, Rates @ar Dave drew up, He glan it 1 of a who a sudde Toatow cou If over critically. “Think it'll do?” he| clatter of hoofs, the diminishing od artes oan th cis Sint: te ae ae bout aaked Crawford in a voice the pris- beat of horses’ feet yor be \ act sastendiay, ace vent ne oner could just hear . seen “Thomas, ana] ‘#0 AN" : § to Dave lene wedek dee t ix Oho Kiten Ria 3 That big limb hold him."| they're er him on the jump," 1 . 4 beat civued! Ceisehens the old cattleman answered in the| suggested Dave. f ke heh ° ‘ same low voice. “Tietter let him| His 4 eyes ert a ; one rm not -w “society man, ania stay right on the horse, then we'll | smile § re a yer? u th nt aneeen eae Soe — ——— - M t 1? I'll) sha of the prison walls was a a. t Gov t rose to bar him from all the : " Who in Mexico's talkin’ about Clive Roberts Barton I'll have ¢ attorney fix! society? I said come up and ent pie up riff prom-| au ith me and Joy and Keith THE SMOKE RING : ar you don't come, dtnegely tote ‘The last place that Buskins took A smoke ring was talking. “I'm , Crawford 1 anarm| good and I'll not stand for it the Twins to, in the Land-of-Up-in- out of a pipe,” it said proud r the elbow of and left) you darned old killjoy.” | the-Air, was called Smo Land of a ri man’ e LC 1 J off I'll go,” answered the invited “It's an entirely different } born I ‘was dizzy at first t Vd reckon I'll not go up to your| man & place from Mistiand,” expla e never teen in the world before and I! jouse ht,” Di 1 In a care (Continued / Tomorrow) little tairyman, “bec . the didn’t know wirere I w olf 1 _ - a Mist fairies are gett a ad- up as far as the mantel piece 1 - Ventures there will be no m ad- hung onto the corner fdr a minute ventures for the smoke fair All until I got my bear Atte ut D fe) “4 adventures they have 1. Butt around. The 1 enutif . P love to tell stories a furnished with vet ca t nnd By Zoo Beckley ae 4 curtains and picture und the mar (Copyrignt, Moh) by The Beattio Mar) Dccetin whesslaiare’ ta tied esedineiasteceer ter CHAPTER XV—THH SHOW ing frowning. Evidently he was din ripe ‘| c » ate dees : ; ued GOAT. oem and t felt, 1 hey made r os 1 to have my ring’ reset be, ¢ #0 fine ® person unhappy utc one of thon monatrous|thought of having ar ment The smoke fairten were ae “What could it be? 1 0 r “ ; n ’ them, and made room curtous that I nearly slid off my cor. | °°" ‘ ee: eee ee Le Syparigc aa one Te i wreat fir te er nor of the mantel shelf.’ ae f s prhiadiecr ! b net a hot ¢ t r “ ‘ (To Be Continy ” nud pad in : " one, wi whi gs be (Copyriabt, by attle Star) m quile ¢ lly diamond Paul bad given her, TH'GALS SURE LEAD You DIME ROMEOS A DIZZY PAC “TOUGH A HIDE FoR CUPID'S DARTS ™ GUESS I'LL GO TAKE IN A MUSH MOVIE BY AHERN | *MY HEART HAS “100 THEN COME HOME AND ol Quick Action SO PROMPT ABOUT FIXIN’ THINGS - I'LL THROW A LITTLE SCARE INTO HIM~- LETHIM Page 603 THE DAWN The story of the Indian with call out to him for protection, the white blanket was all new to| “I pressed my handsagainst my | the children, and they sat tense! heart to atill its beating and wait and stil whit Mrs, Kahler ro-| ed. I think I prayed. I am not lived the long night of anxious| sure, I only felt that, I had watching and of impending peril! reached the limit of my endur- and nobody hurried her when she| ance, when across the gray vague- of musical notes of George's whistle, paused on a longdrawn righ the the “The hours between midnight and morning,” she went on with ness dawn came The call that was all mine.” the story, “are always hard for a 4 David, “and wasn’t watcher, no matter what may be ally he nies ane aie Mrs, Kabler answered ey puedo states an had told the truth. “The night grew chill, and my) limbs ached from weariness and one 4 J one side of a and George had taken the ‘The Indian had caught the found that his own was, «1 come back alone loss of sleep. ‘The noise of the Indians grew less, and a pale light shone faintly in the astern sky. | “Georg had walked nine miles “My baby stirred and cri¢ to his oth ranch, waked the fretfully in its sleep, and I stole! Men and asked for a horse, The softly in to hush it, lest it wake} Men told him be was unfit for travel, his feet being badly blister- the sleeping savage before the ed, but he sald, ‘If you won't get fire. | me a horse, I'll walk.’ “I returned to my watch and| “He told me, ‘I hit that old far away I could hear the steady every step of the way. It ed as if I should never reach footfalls of a single horse ap. proachin | "We left the blanketed figure ly nerves, already taut,| asleep before the fire, and went seemed ready to snap with the| to sleep ourselves, and ‘when we strain of a new and unexpected | woke in the morning, white horse, danger My mind flew to the) white blanket and strange guest kindly « In the eyes of my| wer gone, and we never saw strang t. But I dared not) them again.” i _ —_ —- — a pnneencmenearnrannnccammantihntlstberncm-mmmmmnpummmnend| A ES w ur lothes thar wels. She] troduced. I have splendid ven. | U4 rateful ignoramus, Violet turned | 4 jundred studied graces and affecta. be to feel frumpixh, «Her |deuse, She'll know how to dress you, | ' Paul tions, showing off the lavish cos kirt was too long. Surely she had|If you don’t speak enough French| They ascended tn ome of the amus- tumes. prettier ankles than these lath-lik | to get on, we'll help you.” ing little automatic “lifts” at the | osh, aren't they corkers!* exe Frenchwomen | Violet always flung her little dart! | door of which a magnificent flunkey imed Paul under his breath, ( : ep J no k, eter Sone ee: ms i oan herself | bowed and ushered them thru a haven at that blonde one with the, rhape '@ Pic Shel . oe eying "we" |rich-carpeted hallway into the exhi-|**oulders and the—whew, ts that ae of t cut louwes that give | Polly's dander rose. Silbk aes dress? And the one in green! I say, ow much sll, line |" “On, 1 know enough words to talk x | Vio, you've brought us to the rightl “L believe,” she added to Violet. |to a saloswoman. Besides, I may not! Polly gasped, Tt might have been | show, ‘ I'd just love to go to one of the/iuy anything, I haven't looked|t* rawingroom of Buckingham} Polly stared, and wondered andi modistes—" peel r palace, she thought, with its gift) tho t e're on the way now ton place | vn is said Violet with an edae |*0d crymtal chandeliers, its deep soft | Jothes!" she said to herself, ‘a where you'll see sotne real clothe " sray carpet and tapestry furniture.| guess it’s clothes that make th We'll be just in time for the 11|to her tone the best place. | ivery wall was magnificently mir-| woman, I'm going toget some," o'clock mannequin parade. 1’il in. (Paverel knows his business and is an|rored, and coquettish fulls of lace} (To Be Continued) THE OLD HOME TOWN JESS MOTT LOST CONTROL. THE FIRST TIME HE TRED TO PITCH ONE OF THOSE RATENT HORSE SHOES HE HAD SENT AWAY FoR. Few W NO-NO-t SA WHAT 00 cr INVENTORS KNOW ABOUT TOM, THERE 1S SOMEBODY AT THE FRONT DOOR! TELL HIM I'VE GONE To cuBA! PITCHIN’ HOS ~ HOUSE |S PAGE 9 BY STANLEY BY ALLMAN WE UNDERSTAND THIS ‘OR RENT - MAY WE GO THROUGH PLEASE. ? HMR. BARBER, VERY MANY WHISKERS BUT VERY ORDS. I want A SHAVG.