The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1913-11-06

him. and he staggered out Of al
crowd. where girl few to hinA
"Oh, Wally," she cried, IT knew You
, could" He sank to the ground, and
she knelt beside him. =
Skinner was propped against the
corral fence opposite, his face distort +
ed with suffering, and Gallagher was
rubbing his ankle.
Taint broke, I reckon" said Gal
.agher. rising. II wish to hell !,
vas!" He stared disgustedly at his
fallen champion, and added: 1--WE
ion't want y'all for cook no more
Skinner. You never was no good no
low. He turned to Helen and handed
her double handful of bank notes, as
Berkeley Fresno buried his hands IL
his pockets and walked away. Here's
your coin, miss. II ever you get an
other bunch, let me know. An here's
yours. Mr.. Speed; it's weddin'-pres
deep sigh. Thank the Lord well
git somethin' fit to eat from now on!"
Speed staggered to Skinner, who
was still nursing his injury, and hello
out his hard, whereat the cook winkeC
his left eye gravely.
"The best man won." said Skinner
land say-there's parson at Albu
querque." Then he groaned loudly.
and fell to massaging his foot.
There came fluttering by lis side
and. Miss Blake's voice said to him
with sweetness and with pity:
I'm 80 sorry you lost your posi-
ton, Mr. Skinner. You're a splendid
runner!"
Never mind the Job, miss, I've got
something to remember it by" He
pointed to sash which lay beside
him. 1.-THE loser gets the ribbon.
miss" he explained CALAMITY.
OF to the right there came a new
cutlery, and far across the level prairie
a strange sight was revealed to the
beholders. A fat man in white fan
nels was doubling and lodging ahead
of two horsemen, and even from q
considerable distance 1t could plainly
be seen that he was behaving with re-
markable agility for one so hea W.
Repeatedly his pursuers headed him
of, but he rushed past them, seeming.
ly possessed by the blind sense OF d.
rection that guides the homing pigeot
or the salmon in its springtime run
He was headed toward the east.
why, it's Larry" CALCULATED Speed
And Cloudy and Carara."
"Wally. your man has lost his rea
SOM" 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 cloud of dust, Carara's horse
set itself upon its launches and the
Whitehead figure came to the end o.
it's fight. There was violent strug
gle, as If the cowbody had hooked .
leaping tuna, cactus plants and sage
brush were uprooted, then the pony
began to back away. always keeping
the lariat teut. But Glass was nj
easy captive, as his threshing armi
and legs betrayed, and even when h
was dragged back to the scene Of thu
race. painting, grimy, dishevelled. tn
rope still about his waist, he seemes
obsesseti by that wild insanity To-
fight. He was drenched with perspi
ration, his collar was dangling, ont
end Of suspender trailed behind him
At sight Of Speed he uttered cry
then plunged through the crowd like
bull, out the lariat loop slipped to tn
! neck and frightened like hangmani
moose.
Larry" cried his employer. sharply
have you lost your head?"
"Aint they g-g-got you YETI" queries
the trainer in strangling voice.
you idiot, wont"
What"
IL won-easy."
"You wont" L4ry's eyes wer,
starting from his head.
| HE sure did," said Slower. Didn'
you think he could?"
Glass apprehended that look OF sua
picion. Certainly" said he. "Didn'
say SC. all along? Now take tina
clothes line on of me; I've got to III,
some more"
That evening J. Wallingford Spec
and Helen Rlake aat t01ether IN tn