Arizona republican., 1911-11-06

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 that night he could hardly sleep, ant
 the first thing in the morning he
 made haste to blurt out to his less
 fortunate companions how he had been
 picked as the pivot of the hunt. They
 envied him and showed 1t very plain
 ly. and it made one thing certain in
 his mind: Jack-snipe hunting must
 be very exciting to the bag holder.
 And how quickly they one and all an-
 nounced their intention to take part
 in the fun, even though they could
 only be drivers, Bartlett, his fore
 man, was frankly skeptical of Windy's ability to play the most important part in the hunt. but that had been characteristic with the foreman in all things connected with the latest recruit to his outfit
 S'Windy, yo're plumb lucky-but I'll be hanged if think that you'll make good. An if you don't, you'll shore be in for a hull lot of roasting. Pshaw! You ain't got patience enough to wait for 'em. Sometimes it's two or three hours before tn birds are headed right You should ought to a follered Tex's play, an let some old hand hold tn bag"
 Windy turned away in plying dis gust, too exasperated to make a suit able reply. Where could there be any sense in talking to a thick-headed old moss-back that always doubted? He would make good or die trying.
 Day was fading swiftly as the good-natured crowd dismounted not far from Big Coulee and picketed their horses. Windy and Hopalong, followed closely by the others, made their way into small clearing close at hand, where the honored bag-holder received careful instructions and was given the bag. Johnny, the last to leave him, tossed a sneering remark over his shoulder that aroused all the determination in Windy's makeup and the bag-holder swore softly to himself that there would be no chaf. fing to stand when the hunt was over He was there to handle the bag in the most approved manner, and was thoroughly confident of the outcome.
 Crouched behind a large tuft of grass, the bag held open before him, he peered into the thickening shad- ows of the chaparral and waited. The sounds of the outfit riding off to the place the drive would start from grad ually died down and he was alone in the silence, statue in the darkening light
 But the drivers did not stop. They cantered without pause towards the Bar-20 bunkhouse, weak from laugh ing. and when the grinning cook went to the bunkhouse door to watch them ride up he saw Windy's horse trailing at the end of Hopalong's rope. Cooks grin threatened to disrupt his face as Red hailed him joyously.
 Can you see him standing out there all night, Cookie, holdin' that bag? Can you see him hoofng them twelve miles in tn mornin'?"
 When tired of talking it over and sick from unrestrained mirth, the hunting party sought sleep wherever they could find room to lie down in the crowded quarters, all anxious to be up in time to see the unfortunate bag-holder arrive.
 When they awakened there was no sign of him and they commented upon his tardiness as they ate breakfast between laughs.
 Wonder if he's lost?" remarked Bartlett. suddenly. 'I wouldn't think of such fool thing if it was anybody else" ,
 "Mebbe he shot hisself with that
 
 Rich Finn.
 Before any reply could be made a figure passed by the window and the crowd arose as Windy stepped smartly the door with a weighted bag in his hand. He was trying not to show his fatigue or 10 give any indi- cation that he had been tricked. carelessly around and nod ding brightly, he stopped at the door of the gallery leading to the cook shack and tossed the bag at the feet of the cook: Cookie. there's an even dozen snipe in that for you an me [ don't care what you do with tn Turning, he faced the amazed crowd: Never thought you fellers would get lost so easy. Sorry you strayed. for had the time of my life"
 The others were looking at him as though they could not believe their senses, and it was Johnny who broke the spell:
 What tn h-l is in that bag!" he shouted, dashing to see. the rest fol lowing pellmell upon his heels. When Windy entered the cook shack he Lad his double-barreled shotgun across his arm and he smiled as he watched the crowd feeling of his game.
 Cook, broil 'em brown over slow