The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-06-18


Don't let Centipede BLUM you'll"
exclaimed Speed. Cover anything
they offer--give 'em odds. Anything
you don't want, I'll take, pay or play,
money at the tape. We can't lose"
II got no more money" said Carara
removing his handsome bespangled
hat. "but bet my sombrero. 'E's
wort two hondred pesos"
Murphy, the Swede, followed
quickly.
Aye ban send may wages home to
may ole moder, but aye skall bat you
some"
Haven't you boys risked enough al
ready?" ventured Miss Chaplin. RE
member it will go pretty hard with
the losers"
Harder the BETTER" came a voice.
"Y'all don't have to bet, jest because
I'm h'yar," gibed Gallagher.
God! ] wish I was rich!" exclaimed
Willie
But Miss Chaplin protested. you
are two months overdrawn, all of you.
My brother won't advance you any
more"
Then my man, Lawrence, will take
what they can't cover" offered Speed.
That's right Clean em good,
brothers." croaked the trainer
IF you'll step over to the bunk
house, Gabby, well dig up some per-
sonal perquisites and family heir
looms" Slower nodded toward his
mems quarters, and Gallagher grinned
joyously.
THAT shore listens like a band from
where | set. We aim to annex the
wages, hopes, and personal ambitions
of y'all, along with your talkin ma
chine"
Excuse me-" willie pushed his way
forward. "How's she gettin along?"
"Fine!"
"You mule-skinners amt broke
herr"
NO; we plays her every evenin'."
The little man shifted his feet; then
allowed himself to inquire, as if re-
garding the habits of some dear de-
parted friend:
Have you chose any favorite rec.
cords?"
I'VE all has our pick. Speakin' per-
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
Iong of Mrs. Mores."
Mo-ray!" Willie corrected. Mora!
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe so. Our foot-runner like,
that Injun war-dance best of ALL" Ca
rara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded,
as if pleased by the compliment.
Then it was that the Flying Heart
spokesman made an inquiry in hushed,
hesltating tones.
How do you like "The Holy City,"
che removed his hat, as did those
back of him. CAS- sung by Madame
sella Melby?"
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly.
That's a bum, for fair"
During one breaChless instant the
wizened man stood as if disbelieving
his ears, the enormity of the insult
robbing him of speech and motion.
Then he uttered snarl, and Slower
was barely in time to intercept the
backward fling of his cropping hand.
mo voylence, Willie! There's la
dies present"
Stover's captive ground his teeth
and struggled briefly, then turned and
made for the open prairie without
word.
IT'S his first love-" said Slower, sim
ply. The other foreman exploded into
hoarse laughter saying:
Il didn't reckon | was treadin' on
the toes of no bereafed relatif's, but
them church tunes amt my style.
However, we're wastin' time, gents.
Where's that bunk-house? Nothin'
but money talks loud enough for me to
hear. Good-day, white folks!" Gala
CHER saluted Miss Chaplin and her
friends with flourish. and moved
away in company with the cowboys.
II never" said Glass, "seen 80 many
tough guys outside of a street-car
strike
Gallagher has been in prison." Jean
informed him. He's a wonderful
shot"
Il knew it,"
Speed spoke up brightly: well,
let's go back to the house and wait
for Covington."
But you were getting ready to 60
running" said Helen.
mo more running for me! I'm In
good enough shape, eh. Larry?"
Great! Barring the one thing
What's that?" queried Fresno.
"A little trouble with one of his
nerve-centers, that's all. But even il
1t got worse during the night. Coving-
ton could run the race for him.
The Californian started. At last all
was plain. He had doubted from the
first, now he was certain; but with un-
derstanding came also menace to
his own careful plans. II Covington
ran in Speeds place. how could he eff
feet his rivals exposure? On the way
back to the house he had to think
pretty rapidly.
Mrs. Keap was pacing the porch as