New Ulm review., 1913-06-11

I'VE think it's. blum. and we'd IKE
TO call him."
do 50. by all means!" cried the
excited athlete. "Cdme ON, let's al
talk to him!"
The entire party. with the exception
Of Mrs. Keap. trooped down from the
porch and followed the foreman out
toward the sheds. where. in the midst
of crowd Of ranchha1ds. . burly.
loud-mouthed Texan was discoursing.
Il do wish Jack were here" said
Jean nerycusly, ON the way.
Gabby Gallagher seemed q nttinS
leader for such = desperate crew a.
that Of the Centipede. for no was the
Understanding citizen the eastsrners
had beheld thus far. He was thickset,
and burned to the color Of . ripe olive;
his long, dropping mustaches. tobacco
stained at the center. were bleached
at the extremities to Q hempen. hue.
His bristly hair was cut short. and
stood aggr sssively erect upona bullet
head, his clothes were soiled and
greasy beneath . gray coating Of dust.
A pair Of alert, leadblue eyes and q
certain facility Of movement belied the
drawl that marked his nativity. He
removed his hat and bowed at sight
of Miss Chaplin.
Good evenin', Miss Jean!" said he.
Il hope ! find y'all we'll"
Quite well, Gallagher. And you!"
"Tol'able, thank you"
These are my friends from the
east"
The Centipede foreman ran his eyes
coldly over Jeans companions until
they rested upon Speed. where they
remained. He shifted lump in his
cheek, spat dexterously, and directed
his remark at the Yale man.
Il rode over to see II y'all would like
to lay little mo- in this y'ere foot
race. allow you are the unknown"
Speed nodded, and Stover took &C.
casion to ramark:
"Them's our inclinations, but we've
about gone our limit"
Il don't blame you none." said Gal.
lagher, allowing his gaze to rove slow.
ly from top to toe of the eastern lad.
No, I CANT blame you none whatever.
But I'm terrible grieved at them It'd
ms. Though we Centipede punchers
has ever considered yall cheap an
poverty-ridden outfit, we gives you
credit for bein' game, till now" He
spat for a second time, and regarded
Slower scornfully.
A murmur ran through the cowboys.
I'VE are game" retorted Slower,
land for your own good don't allow no
belief to the contrary to become q
| superstition" ......
Don't let a Centipede bluff you!'
exclaimed Speed. Cover anything
they offer-give EN- 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 I bet my sombrero. Els
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
rea0y7" venrured MISS Chaplin. ne
member, it will 90 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 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" Stover 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"
ITO Be Continued)