Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-23
CURLY
A TALE OF THE ARIZONA DESERT.
BY ROGER POCOCK.
Author Of Frontier
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LIE OF THE ARIZONA DESERT.
BY ROGER POCOCK,
Author Of "A Frontiersman," etc.
Copyright. 1906. by Little. Brown oe.)

sive, too close-herding me until supper
when the marshal came home. Hawkins
thoughtful to keep me out of mischief
made me bed down for the night In his
barn; and l made no howl because here at
Bisley. close to the boundary. l would get
the first news OF Jim and Curly. 1t made
me sick to think how helpless was to find
them In the morning a squadron of cav
airy arrived by rail. had coffee in town,
and trailed OFF In their harmless way to
patrol the boundary for fear of somebody
stealing Mexico. lay low. but mended a
sewing machine which had got the fantods,
according to Mrs. Hawkins. 1 treated the
poor thing for Inflammation of the squeam
until It got so dead l couldn't put 1t to-
gether any more. My mind was all set on
my lost kids out yonder in the desert. but
Mrs. Hawkins grieved for the dead machine.
and chased me out of the house.
Just then came the marshal swift back
from Bsley town on bicycle.
Say. Chalkeye, he yelled. "I want you
TO saddle my mare, and get mounted your
self Pronto,''
When came out with the horses found
him fondling his shotgun. so / buckled on
my guns. and inquired for the name of my
enemy.
You know Cocky Brown" he asked. as
we rode down street.
81 know he makes first-rate stranger
says l.
His dog-gone son is here In Bisley drunk,
and let's out that old Cocky is getting rent
for La Soledad. :
Who is the locoed tenant-some poor
tourist?"
ITS that dog-gone McCalmont and his
robbersr'
And yet, Mr. Hawkins, you laid the
blame me for raiding La Morita! 1t
makes me Sicki'
For raiding La Morlta? Why. of course
-McCalmonts robbers-the same gang
which shot up the Sepulchre' crowd at
Grave City. That explains everything,
Wall, I'm sure sorry, old friend, that / laid
the blame you.
MIR. Hawkins" says I, hadn't you bet
ter tell the pony-soldiers that they're bark
ing up the wrong tree?"
81 will, and get their help in surprising
that dog-gone McCalmont at La Soledad.
\ good idea
That was his idea. not mine. and dis
own it. Suppose that Jim and Curly were
hid up there at La Soledad?
I'VE can get them or nary hold-ups," says
| indignant, without being cluttered with
heap of military infants. Why, your half
fledged, moulting cavalry would just get
right in our way by tumbling all over their
selves
In the town we found the citizens surging
around for encouraging liquors before they
hit the trail. They were all bristling with
pocket TASKS and artillery, some on mules,
some on sore-back plugs from the livery
stable. Besides that there were heroes in
sulkes and dog-traps and buckboards, war
rors on bicycles, and three on a pioneer
motor car. which blew up with a loud ex-
plosion in front of the Turkish Divan-
Mixed in with that milling herd were seven
of my La Morita raiders, bowling for rob-
bers' blood, and gaSStng about the disgrace
fulness of molesting frontier guards. Then
they circled round tenderfoot on a pinto
horse, and told him how the robbers fed red
hot Goals to a prisoner.
wall, l admirer' says the shorthorn.
oh you needn't believe me-" says Lying
Ike. ASK Chalkeye here. He's truthful"
Stranger" says 1. allow me to intro
dUce you to Mr.. Lying Ike. He has an i'm
pedment in his truth. but otherwise will
survive until he's lynched. Now, sch, the