Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-15
CURLY
A TALE OF THE ARIZONA DESERT,
BY ROGER POCOCK,
Author o A
Copyright by Little. Brown Col

| SiWy niSn, ohe flag OF honest men, OF
| again. "e ~ mas ''a''
.rm ri nom honesty Is that" says he determinedly.
7 don't like the smell of this trail" saws
N ~ none. The city marshal Is riding
up from Bisley with his posse Let's strike
| fathers camp" "
/ Tome on, says Jim, and swung his horse
70 . 1ne west along a small dead trail
C.,m,es o' 10 change ourselves" says Nc
lamont son, and began to loose some
parcels tied by the strings to his Sc ddia
go. some clothes for we-all. Here" Sc
s paaseu over an old leather jacket. straw
| ek.ract, says he, mixed with a black
drug. boiled 1t strong. You rub il over
| yo'self" paws 'iieh ris
Our people. at any gait in the saddle are
broke to eat dinner drink from bottle,
ron cigarette, or sing a song without be-
| they trotted slow Jim stained his hide ali
PACK IKE greaser vaquero, then slung on
ene charro clothes OF poor Mexican
| Now says Curly. won take this rnus-
tache and lick the gummy side, stick it on
yo up and remember yo're A Dago Say,
pun ia up, .hey II know that buckskin mare Of
T1lne TOT sure There amt another In the
| united states l reckon with white points
IKE hern. You empty that bottle, and
oiack her white stockings. quick"
/ curly was changing, too, for he pulled up
| 1he legs OF his overalls, then wriggled them
Gown over his long boots. Then he took
Jims cowboy hat. and slouched the brim
down front like hayseed boy. He put on
! a raggy old Jacket, and bulged his lean
cneeks out with pads of wool. He looked a
Iarm BOY, and when they rode on. sat like
| a sack of oats.
! W won't work." says Jim, here's a big
OUTFIT OF people sweeping right down from
ehe north Our horses are blown. and their
snoring Will give us away"
| dot wash all riRhd' saws Curly
| Ihat wouldn't pass for German" says
Jim, mot even IN fog"
J Shure," says Curly, lis 1t me forgettins
me nativity? Amnt Oirish?''
! They had entered the Naco trail by this
! and were walking their horses I'D the hdli
FOR Grave City If the silly kids had obeyed
OF them that night. As it was. Deputy
| Marshal Petersen and I came with full
| thirty men on top of them.
l don't profess I knew either the Irish
| hayseed boy or the vaquero until the
black horse melancholy plug called Jones,
which Ia lent Curly, began to Wicker to
mortal suspicious of that buckskin mare
! with Jim.
Black points" says he. That's So
| Crook S had white laigs''
| tShure," says Curly, prompt IAN Ia IL
| thin robbers ye'd be afther hunting?'
Petersen refined up.
| They We passed you, eh?" he called
| Didn't they shoot me-" says Curly, It'll
| I'm Kilt entoirely? There was eiivan ay
| Thin agin and the young Teller that
! was along with me, the rapscallions and
| ohim with black masks on their dirthy
! faces!"
| How long SINGER"
Three minutes gone, yer 'anner; and can
| any of yez tell me If this is the road to.
| Misther Chalkoye Davies?''
! Petersen had spurred on, and we swept
after him, leaving Mr.. Curly McCalmont-
| bowling Irish curses because we hadn't
pointed him on his trail to Las Salinas
| We were scarcely gone when a second
outfit OF five stragglers came rolling down
| the trail headed by Shorty Breach one of
| the men who had been hurt that night in
| the outright. He always hated Balshan-
| hon'S folks worse than snakes; he was
heaps eager now for Curly McCalmonts
| blood, and the two thousand dollars which
| went along with 1t. But, worse than that,
| this Shorty was sure plainsman, who
never forgot a horse Still. he went past
| with his crowd before he saw anything
| wrong with that black horse I'd lent or
| the buckskin mare Jim riding. Then
| he swung
Hold on, boys, Say, knows that buck
| skin. That's Crooks buckskin mare at the
livery-here's Curly McCalmont's mare!'
| The riders tried to call Shorty off, told
| him to soak his head. remembered that
Crooks buclkskin had white stockings.
| whereas this mares points were black,
which made all the difference.
| Them horses is brown, they're run full
| hard" says Breach; they've been surely
| chased, and I'm due to inquire more"
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