Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-13
CURLY
A TALE OF THE ARIZONA DESERT.
BY ROGER POCOCK
of Frontier "etc
by Browns Co
BY ROGER PococK,
Author Of "a Frontiersman." etc.
Copyright, 1905. by Little. Brown & Col

me eat I'm just liz wolf inside. and ,r
caynt feed I'll howl"
c,, icy went to the pie foundry round the
S .heI' ana when Jim saw Crook elt he
surely got ravenous. They both fed tree
1'so severe then strayed back heavy TO the
81 81 IN IN 'front.' OF the Sepuichre saloon
81. on yo tall, says Crook ssand III
iced you cigarette" So thew sat dow, on
the sidewalk and Jim yawned two varss
ana quarter at one stretch
cal late, says Crook THAT yo, eoi,c.
70 pe riding tonight so 1 had yo' saddle
'nfown on my buckslln mare"
..n. "a pc riding my bed on the sleep-trafl."
riding hawss. l reckon''-Croolr bent
forward. pulling up his boot legs hv The
.ags-and me too and the Dock. our
nswsSes are waiting for us at the back door
OF ms saloon. You understand"
II don't, says Jim. 30 Won know
s s.,re that only this morning | buried
my mother then l rode a hundred miles
GO slatin aui1 COZ, Ireezes over tonight we'll
Say, IL the Dock gets shot nm to,tcb.
VIII you be lord?''
jim laughed sort of patronising because
ne liked the Youngsters check .Siv father
isn't pining for any such thing tonight ;.
a lord?" with you Us
e,. I'd be Jim du Chesnay. riding for what
ever wages I'm worth. A lordI what's the
But it must be finer'
hui, N may be good enough for my father.
better. I'm an American" s
But still you'd be a lord
would my lordship keep my rony from,
stumbling in front of a stampedc of nattiao
Would 1t save my scalp from Anacbas mr.
help my little calves when the mountain
mons want meat? Does my blood protect
me from rattlesnakes or Rwans or
skpnks?" 'hS VI
But there's the big land grant yo' people
owns over In Ireland"
ITS lied up with entail. whatever that
way. My tail in the old country doesn't
save me from being CALLED in the saddle
here, and I'm awfuily tired,
Same here, sch. I'm weary Some NV
self. Yo' gun is loaded?'
Jim ! paved his revolver. Yes"
rake some more, said Crook and
passed over handful of cartridges to fin
armed. Fp'0 was
Why do you talk" says he. ..about
horses waiting for us, and the need of guns
trouble. my lad?"
The trouble is that Ryan has hired that
gambling outfit to skin the Dock tonight
There's men standing round to see he don't
leave that house alive Now look along
the street here to the left across at the
Mcrtuary Hotel. You see old Ryan settin'
there?"
II do
Hes waiting for his son, the millionaire,
young Michael. He's due with his private
cyar at ten O'Clock. If Michael eomes-if
bring him over to call on yo' father here at
the 'Sepulchre' That's why the Dock is
! befn' skinned, and that's why Ryan's men
are watching to see he don't ESCAPE alive"
But what does Ryan want?" He's got
our breeding cattle he's taken Holy Cross
take"
You have yo' lives. you and the Dock
Ryan and his outfit allow they'll wipe you
out when Michael comes"
is that all?" Jim laughed They're
N h fryl md o1-s,,
the way. don't know that my father and
have been shrieking for help as yet"
IF you Were the kind of people to make
big song when yo're hurt l reckon that
we-all would jest leave you suueal'
And who is we-all? You've acted like
white man tonight, looking after my poor
roam and me like little brother. But why
should you care, young chap? I've never
seen you before in my life; / don't even
know your name
my name is Crook; 1 works at the sta
BILE"
But why should you interfere? You
may get hurt. 1 wouldn't like that. young
ster."
'Wail. partner''-Crook shufled whole
lot nervous-'I got a message for you from
the boys. The Docks had nothing but
greasers working for him. and that's rough
on US white men. but still he's surely good.
He's dead straight, he don't wear no frills,
and many a po' puncher. broke. hungry.
half daid of thirst, has been treated like a
son at Holy Crawss. We don't amount to
much-cept when you want an enemy or a
friend-but our tribe is right into this fight
whole heap, for them Ryans is dirt; and
if they comes up again You tonight I ex-
paict there'll be gun-play first"
We'll. kid" said Jim, yawning with a
big mouth. Il wish they'd put it off until
tomorrow"
''Yo' eyes is like boiled aigs. Try a cigar
cite to keep you awake
Cant we get my father away from this
house?"
Not till the train comes in
What's that got to do with me?"
ASK no more Questions-wait."
You say that Michael Ryan's due at
temp"
"If they lets him come"
Suppose he comes?''
Then nothing can save yo' father, moth
ing on airth."
AS he spoke the sharp screech of the en-
CINE rang out from behind the curve, and
with all its lights afiash the train rolled In.
Go be continued tomorrow