Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1913-06-20

him, and he staggered out Of the
crowd, where a girl flew to him.
"Oh. Wally.s she cried, Il knew you
couldi" He sank to the ground. and
she knelt beside him.
Skinner was propped against the
corral fence opposite, his face dlstort-
ed with suffering. and Gallagher was
rubbing his ankle.
Taint broke, I reckon said Cal
Aagher. rising II wish to he'll It
wasl" He stared disgustedly at his
fallen champion. and added, I'VE
don't want y'all for a cook no more.
Skinner. You never was no good n o
how. He turned to Helen and handed
her a double handful of ~bank-notes, as
Berkeley Fresno buried his hands In
his pockets and walked away. Here's
your coin, miss II ever you get an
other bunch. let me know. An here's
znI2szR Speed; it's a weddin'-pres-
he GaS1de.e He fetched
q deep sigh Thank the Lord wen
git somethin' At to eat from oni"
Speed staggered to Skinner, who
was still nursing his injury, and held
out his hand. whereat the cook winked
his left eye gravely.
~The best man won" said Skinner,
~and say-there's a parson at Albu-
querques Then he groaned loudly,
and fell to massaging his foot.
There came a Tutoring by his side.
and Miss Blake's voice said to him,
with sweetness and with pity:
I'm so sorry you lost your posi-
ton. Mr.. Skinner. You're q splendid
runnerl"
Never mind the Job. miss, I've got
something to remember 1t by" He
pointed to q sash which lay beside
him. THE loser gets the ribbon,
miss" he explained CALAMITY.
on to the right there came a new
outcry. and far across the level prairie
a strange sight was revealed to the
beholders. A fat man in white fam
nels was doubling and lodging ahead
Of two horsemen. and even from a
considerable distance It could plainly
be seen that he was behaving with re-
markable agility for one 90 heavy.
Repeatedly his pursuers headed him
off. but he rushed past them, seeming
iy possessed by the blind of dt
rection that guides the homing pigeon
DR. the salmon In It's springtime run
He was headed toward the east.
why, it's Larryl- CALCULATED Speed.
-And Cloudy and Carara."
"Wally, your man has lost his rea-
sonl" Chaplin called.
AT that instant the watchers saw
the Mexican thunder down upon
Glass; his lariat swinging about his
head. Lazily the rope uncoiled and
settled over the fleeing figure, then.
amid a cloud Of dust, Carara's horse
set itself upon It's launches and the
whitehead figure came to the end of
its flight. There was a violent strug-
leaping tuna, cactus plants and sage
brush were uprooted, then the pony
began to back away, always keeping
the lariat taut. But Glass was no
easy captive, as his threshing arms
and legs betrayed, and even when he
was dragged back to the scene Of the
race. painting, grimy, dishevelled. the
rope still about his waist, he seemed
obsessed by that Wild insanity for
flight He was drenched with perspt
ration. his collar was dangling, one
end of a suspender trailed behind him.
At sight of Speed he uttered q cry,
then plunged through the crowd like a
bun, but the lariat loop slipped to the
neck and frightened like q hangman's
moose.
Larry" cried his employer, sharply,
have you LOST your head7"
saint they g-g-got you YETI" queried
the trainer in a strangling VOICE
you idiot, ! wonts
What"
7 won-easy.~
you wonl" Larry's eyes were
starting from his head.
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