The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-05-27

I told YOU not TO charge those drinks 70
him? But him being stcutes that away
kind 81 threw me of.
"WelI, ZeigIer said energeticaly, let's
20 get him. He owes me seven dollars,
Taylor does.
They streamed from the house, leaving
Amy huddled weakly in chair. within
ten minutes Doghoe was deserted Of men,
save for Wo and Nasbys Mexican. The
one worked the other promptly went 70
sleep again.
That same evening, girl joined man
on horseback at the Fork, four miles north
of Doghole She was carrying a bundle,
secured by shawl-strap- tie was leading
spare horse. When She had swung her
sell up to the saddle, scorning his proffered
help they loped away towards the Gap.
Hardly word was spoken for three miles.
at really Is mine, isn't it?' she de-
manded, as though she were continuing an
argument
"Of courseit Is. Forget il.
She sighed and with that sigh dismissed a
perplexing problem forever from her mind.
For She was woman, and where woman 5
affections are concerned her line OF justin
cation can be so hair-sphtting that the
naked eve fails to detect Il but il sufhces as
balm 10 conscience. They galloped along,
and suddenly she laughed
That's better, he commented, grim
ming What's the joker
Why, the whole town done run of to
bring Taylor in, Joe They think hes
they think he Larry Hilton"
Bremner reined his horse and his brow
puckered. They might string him up,
Amy they might hang him before
sheriff could get there.
Oh, no, they wouldn't DO that The
girl appeared wholly unperturbed over
Taylor's late and hummed a tune
You don't know Doghole,n
Bremner spurred level with her and pulled
up.
You 60 on, he ordered
What about you2' she asked III swift
alarm
"I'm going to ride over there. III catch
you. Ride on.
"Iql 81 With you You might gst
caught"
do what | tell you,p he said
She wheeled her horse ard headed north
obediently
1t was not yet dark when Rremner
climbed The hill and pougded on the open
door. A sandy haifcd man emerged from
the gloom holding 4 irving pan.
Howdy,' said BIemler
What up2
Come out here in the light a minute,
will your lwant to talk to yona
The other retreated farther into his
Kitchen and seemed to BE- hunting about in.
corner When he reappeartd, six
shooter bulged his shirt
What do you want he asked suspi-
ciously
Do you want 70 make twenty dollarss"
"Of course ! do Any man does
Bremner opened his shirt, exposing his
broad, arching chest
What do you SEE thcrel"
1t looks like a anchor.
1T is an anchor You start for Doghole
now this minute and tell Riley YOU saw
a man going southwest who showed YOU an
anchor on his chest. Got il ciear7"
" Shore" The nesteg scratched his head
and surveyed him doubtiully.
ell him the fellow said he was Joe
Bremner Understand
Can't eat my supper hrst9'
No, you must start now. Iwant to see
you start.
Shore. a anchor and Joe Bremner--
headed southwest Joe and the anchor.
I've got it. III tell Riley, He knows me.
The Strangers horse was in a lather when
he overlook Amy on long mesa. A few
stars blinked in the sky She looked at
him timidly and, recalling his stern i'm
patience, did not venture to ask question.
They won't hang Taylor, he told her
al last, . | sent a messenger
Oh, Joe, Joe, | knew it, dear" She
stretched out her hand impulsively and
laid i on his arm.
Knew what2"
That there was good in you. A whole
lot Of il"
lou-you honestly think there ise
Any at alp he asked.
Why, know It
Hls horse bounded from the jab of his
spur and he could not speak TO her Tor 4 full
minute.
Wen turn to the right at the next fork
instead ot the left, he said in changed
voice, "Tll risk it. We want to oet 5hr
parsoD, now.
Why, oi course she broke into
niappy laugh where else were you goingf
You say the queerest things, Joe
he turned ms face away swiftly from
her questioning eyes
sort oi overlooked II, he said eCon-
lolmo TINS Old saddle It's stitl as L board"