The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 28, 1922, Page 11

TUESDAY, BRUARY sg Copyrient 19 permission of ‘entinued From Yesterday) You boys oughtta have the doc you,” Hart salt gently. “He's oo fdown at camp now. , You take ye MERE my hawss and ride down to camp, Dave. I'll stick around here til the ” or old man sends a relief." 16 . you go down and report to * him, Bob, If Crawford has any at fresh men I'd lke mine relieved. They've been On steady for ‘mos two days and nights Pour or ti ean hold the fire here. All they } need do is watch it.” “Lemmé go an’ report,” suggested Shorty, “I wanta get my brone an’ . Hight out pronto. Never can tell \ Applegate might drap around questions, Me, I'm due in =v Te . right.” agreed Bob, Crawford himself, Shorty.” ‘The outlaw pulled himself to the saddle and cantered off. Half an hour later the relief came. Hart, Dave, and the three firefight ers who bad stayed to watch rode back to camp. Crawford had already seen Hart einee the fire had subsided. so his “Bee whisper, a quaver fn his throat, “I'd rather we'd lost the whole works than to have had that happen to the deys, a hundred times rather, I reck- on tt must ‘a’ been mighty bad up ‘The boys have been tellin’ me, saved all their lives, I judge.” “If the doo ain't busy now, I reek. on Dave could use him,” Bob said. “I have him ‘end to Dave's burns right away then,” said Craw. ford, “How about It, son? You sure | look bunged up pretty bad.” “I'm about all in," admitted Dave. “Reckon all are. Shorty gone ~ You i Sk “Yea. Lit out after he'd made a — Said he had an engagement “ & man. Expect he meant an engagement not to meet minutes heard the creaking of a wagon work: ing Up an improvised road toward _ the camp. Now it moved into sight. ‘The teamster called to Crawford. “Say, I got news for you, Mr. Crawford. Brad Steelman’s dead They found bim in his house, shot plumb thru the head. I reckon he won't do you any more meanness.” “Who killed him? “They ain't sayin’,” returned the famster cautiously. “Some folks Was guessin’ that mebbe Dug Dodie gould tell, but there ain't any evi- dence far'a I know, Whoever it was Tobbed the sate.” A question brought his mind back te the present. The teamster was talking: “*. . . so she started Pronto. I spose you wasn’t as bad burt ae Sanders figured.” “What's that?’ asked Crawford. “I was myin’ Miss Joyce she «tart | ef right away when the note come from Sanders.” “What note “The one tell’ how you was hurt im the fire.” Crawford turned. “Comes here, Duve.~ he called hoarsely. moved across, ak says you sent a note te myin’ I'd been hurt. What about itr “Why would I de that when you're net burt cS See 2 me FGCUNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE m Macleod Raina there when the back-fire caught you. } they had) 28, 1922. i \S ‘RT S02 = IF TT WASNT FoR ME You'D STILL BE DOIN’ “TH! SIx-A-DAY, AND FOLLOWING “TH! TRAINED SEAL ACT#="1H' AUDIENCE All rights reserved. Printed by ment with Houghton Miffiin Company | along.an’ Miss Joyoe took him." rk eid Keith's with her." sata] | STILL “THOUGHT You WERE Hits meaning did not ni: a| 1\YOU BURST INTO SONG = completed sentence. | “Question is, where did he take her,” mid Crawford, “We might comb the hills a week and not find his hole, I wish to God Shorty was stil] here, He might know." “He's our best bet, Bob,” agreed Dave. “Find him. He's gone off somewhere to sleep. Rode away leas {than half an hour since.” “You goin’ along with me? said | Bob, | “No, ‘Take as many men as you joan get. I'm going back, if 1 can, jto find the place where Otero and Mins Joyee left the road, Mr. Craw: | | ford, you'd better get back to town, don't you think? There may be clues there we don't know anything about here, Perhaps Miss Joyce may have | got back,” | “If not, PU gather a pone to rake the hille, Dave. If that villain’s hurt my Lt girl or Keith Crawford's whisper broke. He turned away to conceal the working of his face. CHAPTER XLIT Shorty Is Awakened The eyes that looked into those of Joyce In the gloom of the cabin abruptly shook off sleep. “So you've come to old Dug, have |you, my pretty?’ a heavy voice | Jeered. The girl writhed and twisted re gardiess of the pain, exerting every | muscle of the strong young arm and shoulder, “Let me gol she cried, rampant in her white faee. touch me! Let me go!" There was a swift flash of white | ————_—____—__. teeth. With a startied oath Dobie} | Janatched bis arm away, Savage ax & tigress, Joyce had closed her teeth on his forearm, She fell back, got to her feet, }fled from the house. Doble caught her. “You young hell-cat erin crear nat'# the We/ sions told him that the men figuring There was @ patter of rapid feet jim the episode must be Doble and JA small body buried itaelf against |OP. The man was pretty sure of | Doble’s leg and clung there, beating |‘ Valley where Doble was lying} his thigh with a valiant little fist | . prc | “You le’ my sister go! You le’ my|, He Jumped to his feet. “We'll go, sinter gol" the boy shouted, repeat. \*!4.” i jing the words over and over. | {Te dadayr ‘The outlaw was irritated. “Not right away “Peel thia kid off'n my leg and | UP business first Low the trail, Juan, I don’ care where| The man saddied and took up | | YOUR “TURN WAS “THAT \T GAVE “TH! PATRONS terror “Don't “Howeome you here?” “A man brodght me.” As far as be understood them, the | | doy told the story of the night's ad-| nd / ventures. Shorty’s face grew grim He appreciated the meaning back of sige ae eonna | “em far better than the little fol } Kelth’s answers to his ques jlow We got burry | you leave him so kmg as you keep | trail, Keith cligging to his waist an eye on him till afternoon.” | With difficulty the Mexican} CHAPTER XLItI | dragged the boy from his hold on) Juan Otero Is Conseripted | Doble and carried him to & horse.| brawford and Sanders rode rapid. |He swung to the saddle, “Imeged|iy towurd Atuiapi — ap in front of him, and rode} Several miles from town Sanders ims pec eaters toward the| Pulled up. “I'm going back for a | notch, Otero looked back. Dobie had|C0UPI* of miles. Rob was telling me of a Mexican tendejon in the hills |kept by the father of « gir) Otero | picked up his prisoner and was car-| rying her Into the house, | - The Mexican formulated his plana. | 0% to ee. She might know where |He must get out of the country |he is If I can get hold of him before the hue and ery started. He |!!kely T can make him talk.” qould not count on more than a| THY seperated. Dave rode beck few hours before the chase began.|UP the road, swung off at the place First, he might get rid of the child |Hart had told him of, and turned An hour's riding thru the ehapar-|"> & valley whieh pushed to the ral brought him to the watershed |Toots of the hile The tendejon | tar above the Jackpot. Otero picked |W" ® long, flat-roofed adobe build his way to the upper end of the|'9s close to the trail, - OUR BOARDING HOUSB A CHANCE “To READ TH’ || “THATS How Goop ( | YEH « AND I NOTICED You Qu BUYING COLLARS SINCE I JOINED UP WITH Yous SAY LISTEN = IF T WAS “To LEAVE TH’ ACT Now You COULDN'T DRAW DOINGS OF THE DUFFS COME ON, WILBUR! IF You HAVE TICKETS FOR THE THEATER LETS GET STARTED! fl FRECMLES GOT AGIRL = FrEaaes GTA GURARL! THE SEATTLE STAR ‘VE GOT TO GET ENOUGH MONEY OUT OF THIS BANK TO PAY THE CARFARE BEFORE WE CAN GO RY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN WHY DONT THEY PULL. THAT JAW- WARMING HEIR ACT 2 ~ THAT TEAM |S ONLY GOOD Doing Her Bit THIS BANK IS NO Goop! ALL 1 CAN GET OUT OF IT IS ANICKEL- IT SEEMS THAT VM ALWAYS BROKE ABOUT TWO WEEKS BEFORE PAYDAY- WE'VE GOT TO CUT DOWN EXPENSES HERE, ILL TELL You THAT! LITTLE THING! STINGY WIGGINS REFUSED To SIGN) THE PETITION BEING CIRCULATED FOR A NEW WATERING TROUGH ON LOWER MAIN STREET WELL I TRY TO BE AS ECONOMICAL AS 1 CAN WITH EVERY | WHAT "BY STANLEY z = LEO NO SIREE -| DONT SIGN NO MORE PETITIONS -1 SIGNED You SEE THAT HATPINP WELL, VE USED THAT VERY SAME HATPIN ON EIGHT. DIFFERENT HATS ARE You TALKING quick. Dave walked thru the epen door Hapk.” eaid Crawford, smiling. “Leeaten, muehacho. Go down—|!nto the barroom. Two or three ‘The teamster scratched his head.|down—down. First the gulch, then|™en were lounging at a table. Be “No, sir. I was there when she left.|a canon, then the Jackpot. You go|hind a counter a brown-cyed Mexi Alipet twelve o'clock last night. meb.|0n thees trail.” jean girl was rinsing glasses in a be later.” | The trait was a rough and pre | Pall of water “But Sanders saye he didn’t send! cipitous one. Stumbling as he walk-| Th® Young man sauntered forward to the counter. He invited the com “Some one’s been stringin’ you, & note. and Joyce didn't come here.|ed, Keith went sobbing down the Se you must ‘a’ missed connections | guich. joeny © Getak wih bie. somewhere.” He reached the junction of the| “I'm looking for Juan Otero,” he “Probably you saw her start for|guich and the cauon. A amali/™!d presently “Mr. Crawford home,” suggested Dave. |stream, which had survived the | Wanted mo to see him about riding Hank stuck to his guns. “No, etr.} summer drought, trickled down the | for him.” She was on that sorrel of hers, an"| bed of the latter. Thru tangled un.| There was a moment's silence. Keith was ridin’ behind her. 1 sad-|derbrush Keith crept to the water.|All of those present were Mexicans died myself and took the horse to| He lay down and drank, after which | ¢xerrt Dave The girl flashed 4/1414 ganders that thie was the per: | bom store. They was waitin’ there | ne sat on a rock and pitied himself, |¥"fPing look at her countrymen. | son he wanted ———-~ cae the two young folks an’ lin five minutes he would have been jee pga powsartd erry ng ean’ | “ust a minute, Otere, Where aia | \F ou DON'T LiKG jasieep if a sound had not startled |oUld seal the lips of all of them. leave Mian Crawford?” | (eg a THERE ARE CTHE “Juan? | At once he changed his tacti you lenve Miss him. Some one was snoring on the | er of the tende nl “Juan Otero, He brought the note | 2 Bom Lege Bee What tnformation he got would| The keeper of the tendejon asked CHAIRS IN THIS an’ rode back with her.” [Otter side af G- masquite thicket, t m a suave mn. “Who are you, * ’ SMOKING ROOM, srt Whe old cattleman felt a ctutch o¢|,. X#th Jumped up, pushed bie way | have to come directly thru the girl. | os’ Geputy sheriff, perhaps?” oy, °) fear at his heart. Juan Otero waa|‘ht™% and almost stumbled over a|Ho signaled her Fig ng de. | «No. My name is Dave Sanders.” | + - ~ al at. Deg Debio’ men }steeping man. He knelt down and Nd senor wants to sve m she) rhe sound of his name was a po PS “That all you know, Hank? beass to.abake the anorer, “Shorty (irs 3 Otero,” he xata. tent weapon. His fame had spread Lad “That's all. Miss Joyce maid for|"St UP, at the same time dragging | “ - vera eters” Her | like wildfire thru the hills since his ‘ me to pir this oubieitad ot. gree out | Out @ revolver, His gaze fastened | “ee ta mie “y a5 sit 4; Fetum from Colorado * By abel Cc ce and as I could. 80 1 come right|0" the boy, after one swift slance | Wh “ me h on bad * J “ Ba. | Otero wished He Nad NOt COM JU | Te ” | around. hier Perens Seca o enrog ol now to see Bonita, but he stuck} 5 “Doble bee t 1 | “Who's with you, kid?" he de.| mock regret Too bad he is not) a cvediy to hig etatemnant He knew Page 611 : ge m seen in town latelyr| | “Whe neve. ems other Gi ” cons we uate at ab | THINK OF THAT! adked Dave. anded r | nothing about it, nothing : | “Not am I know of. Shorty has »| Keith began to eniffie. “Nobody.” - will not do I want him) awford is wending out a dozen | David and the minister's litt big brother had whittled out of a F “shorty ain't in this.” | “Whadya doin’ here now. rg ponses, ‘They will clone the passes.|[) girl began talking about the| block of wood; mine wan a rag ‘Doe you reckon—?" | “I want my daddy.” foe ala not glare hm all fo | Doble will be caught. They will Kill|] eartyday schools, and the begin. | doll, made at home, but we had Sanders cut the teamater short.| “Who le yore daddy What's} h but I must know, He him Ike a wolf. They will kill you.|1 ings of schools in Seattle, and | lots of fun with them. Some of Dobie’s work. But I don’t| yore name?” jharm him, don't find him, they will kill | | eee why he sent for Keith, too.” |" “Keith Crawfora.” | took Joyce Crawford into the bills! you anyhow.” || Pavid told her about how they) «1 remember how we used to “He didn't. Keith begged to gol Shorty bit off an oath of surprise, | last night to Dug Doble bretend- Bonita caught her lover by the arm knew the dean of the law school play house around the roots of a at Ur same university, and how)! great old cedar tree, and how had ball | each of us felt just a little—oh, when he was little and founded | ever so littie—in awe of that real the law school in 1899, when he | goil, Jed her father had been hurt and he |» jhad been sent to lead her to him | 1 must save her — from Dobie, not from Otero. Help me. I will give you money — @ hundred dollars, two hundred.” oulder Vhy did you do it, Juan? she bexged of him | “He said sho wanted to come, that |she would marry him if she had a Dean Condon played ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Barton in chance, He said her father kept her grew up, and Peggy looked - She stared at him. “Did Juan 40/from him," the man pleaded. “I|} pared, AN of us but Minnie, and THE SORCERER that?” she murmured didn’t know he was going to harm | Minnie would ‘make house,’ or (es. You know Doble. He's «| her All this boy-kind of talk Was) eather flowers, or pretend to be I must find bir noon.” “Where in he? Take me to him,|| Very well, but she had pomething | 41,4 father, but she always said Juan has not been here for two! quick,” said Sanders, relapsing into|} on her mind—so as soon as she| a days. I do not know where he is.” | Engtish. | she didn’t bring Ler doll, got a chance she said, “Many of | The dust of a moving horse was) “gi, senor. At once," agreed Otero, | “And one day 1 said, ‘Minnie, aveling toward them from the hills. | thoroly frightened. my pioneer ladies do tell me) wny don't you ever bring your M can pulled up and rm un “1 want @ sixshooter, Some one one papi . they did st) gon out to vay? the saddle. he girl called a| lend me one.” their earlyday dollies.” to one ip da greeting to him quickly before he| None of them carried one, but : # pa I'll show you if you won't ‘ The big, soft kitty climbed pur. |... ‘ could #peak, “Buenos dior, Manuel.| Bonita ran into the house and into David's | baked on nn Pevmiie oe to make ten My father is within, Manuel.” brought back a «mall bulldog. Dave|| 8 ‘sto David's lap, as | of me,’ she said, and we went out The man jooked at her a moment,| looked it over without enthusiasm would do her beat to keep Bim |i, . nite pile of stones behind murmured “Buenos, Bonita,” and/ It was a pretty poor concern to take|] still while Pegey got the doll |). 0. took a step as tho to enter the house, |against a man who earried two forty. || story. ee yer aie ia ve barred the way. The flash of| fives and knew how to use them, Tt : | nd what do you think she | Da barred t way. The flash of | fives and knew how to use them, But “Dolls? the minister's Tittle! had for a doll? japprehension in Bonita'’s face, her | unnecessary repetition of the name, |the man’s questioning look at her, he thrust it into | swung to the saddle. (To Be Continned Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoo Beckley (Ooprright, 1992, by The Seattio Mar) his pocket A real, live Mx girl said, “Yea, almost every doll | 114) she had petted it and tend had @ story in those days. I knew | 24 1 tin it would come when ahe only one little girl who had @) cated, te on ite back in her hand, real doll, the rest of us had some | s14 whe could eroon to tt and sort of home-made one. One had | & clothes pin with a face painted | ‘Ck It as If It sere a baby. on the knob and a pink calico} “! think that wea the strangest dress. One had a wooden one her jot all our dovla* ft hk te aIK G : I suppose you came back for a smell of my cake? Nick turned when he saw the; ber head, and on her neck were.so| chocolate cake. If there was any-|many strings of beads that Nancy | thing he loved it was cake, and|couldn't help wondering how she| chocolate cake was not to be resisted. | could stand so straight. | “Oh, come on Nick?” Nancy pulled! “I suppose you came back for a) at his arm. Jamel! of my cake.” The red feather in his hand, too,| “It looks very kept bending the other direction, | wondering which showed that if he would avotd |@ slice, ce pas’” ‘ three-—”" “Quite the most distingulehes | “Yes! Polly's voice alone re nice,” said Nick, | if he were to be offered | CHAPTER XXIII SPEEDING UP — ees need, Violet laughed less naturally |ing glance of Monsteur Harray upon |». 2ut® . | danger he would keep away from| “And #o it should,” nodded the| “Come on, dear, they're signaling ) Violet. than the rast, her, and feeling that she looked her Fowny 1ve neon in months” he re- tye eos . i the strange cave and all it con-|Gypsy woman, smiling, “for dear |us to join them at their table, Let's| ‘rance adopted my father befors| “Speaking of Indiana, my dear,| best despite Violet, despite Paul, de- ba wal nce ab In fact—ir you Bag You're answering for all’ tales, | knows, enough trouble I've had bake| go over. After all, Violet's a good|I had any say in the matte: he| what a pretty frock! I declare, they |spito ber own eariler misgivings, | jy Bk an meee FORRES hg clot. looked pormy, But chocolate eakel Round, high, |ing it. I've spilled halt of the sticky |sort and the man with her looks | answered her, but he looked at Polly, do them awfully well in your town. |Polly told herself she could choose | think, wears henutifur chines with lar verre, she sald rising, “T hawe shiniag and delicioust lieing on my floor and I can't get it| right enough. What do you say?"|“My father was French,” he went . utiful clothes with | an engagemest.” If you told me you got it in New| between two lines of behavior, She Something in poor Nick’s leen|off. I've hurt my finger and I can't; “I say yee, let's.” A warmth had|on, “and my mother American. She! York I'd almost believe it. It's a|could wilt—as Violet wanted her to poy distinction as the American! «ty mighty fine of you,” ealé memed to be pushing him back to- | hold a cloth.” leome into Polly's veins. The golden|camea from the state you call In-| nice little dress.” | or she could be a good little Ameri- . Paul, “but I've a business appoint. rd the cave. He tried to take a| “Oh,” oried kind Nancy, “Can't I}room, the scene of flowers, the|diana, I always pictured it as being| What did disturb Polly was that|can and fight back: She decided to|_ Tactfully he proposed a toast to! ment outside of Parle,” away, but he had no more will | do it? 3 in a terrier on the end of a chain.| “Then Amd there wna nothing for Nancy to | woman, © but to follow. I'll clean your floor.” music, the delicious food and tae lt: | brimful of Indians?’ | Paul obviously was impressed — by here,” eried the Gypey|tie taste of wine Paul had tnsisted| Polly laughed and fett tnstantly| Violet's speech. Polly could read in thrusting a large rag Into|on, made her blood move quickly. | friendly hin face what was passing in hin her hand, “Come, I'll lead you to the | She felt well-dressed and confident.| “Why, that's my state, toot Near | mind: “A-ha! So Violet thinks the| pretty clever, fight back “The American Girl” and the clash) «phen, little Madama T ehalenge “It wasn't made tn Lester Falls, | Wa over, Barray and Polly kept the | you! Will you have pity on a lonely Miss Rand, though my town j«/ ball of rriment rolling, and when | oid gentleman--or weuld you be I got it at Paveret’s. the diners began to thin out and pored with him?” “Flello, children.” came « voice | place.” Life sane |ty all mw people came from there. | frock is frumpish-smalitownish, I| Monsieur Pavers! himself supervised | Violet spoke of going, Barray cut mi Polly glanced at Paul, bat he was 4 Aut of the cave, followed at once by| An whe led her awny, the Mush.| Mins and greeted them cordialty,| Howdy do, Friend! And Polly knew it wasn't much of a dress my-|it. You told me once you could al | With am emphatic talking to Violet. ® figure in the form of & sypay | room's note fell to the floor lexpecially Paul. She presented her | reached her hand across the table | self, Violet knows about thone | waye spot A Paverel! Then, turn “Not till f have the promise of all| “I accept the challenge,” she sald a woman dreaned tn red with a green Nick stooped to pick it un. \ friend, ‘Monsieur Barray-—1 cal’ bir | impulsively. |things, Polly doesn't. And she paid/ing upon Karray her prettiest amile|of you to lunch tomorrow at d'Ar |demurely, “and will risk—deing , °AD and yellow suet. Her hair was (To Be Continued) ‘monsienr because he has adopted| He grasped it cordially, and held | $180 for it--Ouch!’ (Polly's smile was wonderful), she|menonville! I won't take na ot bases = lang braids wound around (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) |¥rance as his native land,” laughed |it just an instant longer than he’ In her high mood, with the admir-!added: “You like it, Monsieur, u’est/ answer, Coma now, ong two, (Te Be Continue®