The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1914-07-16

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."
Il got no more money" said Carara,
removing his handsome bespangled
hat, "but 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 a.
ready"' ventured Miss Chaplin. IRE.
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! l 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 EN- good.
brothers," croaked the trainer.
If you'll step over to the bunk
house, Gabby, we'll 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 l set. We aim to annex the
wages, hopes, and personal ambitions
OF y'all, along with your talk1n:ma.
chine"
Excuse me-" Willie pushed his way
forward. Flows she gsttin' along?"
"Fine!"
"You mule-skinners amt broke
here"
mo; 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 u pick. speakin' per.
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song Of Mrs. More's."
Moray" Willie corrected. "M-o-r-a!
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe so. Our foot-runner likes
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,
hesitating tones.
"How do you like 1.-THE Holy City?"
he removed his hat, as did those
back Of him. "As sung by Madame
sella Melby?"
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly.
"That's a bum. for fair"
During n GREATNESS instant the
Wizened man stood as If dlsbelievtng
his ears, the enorm1ty Of the insult
robbing him Of speech and motion.
Then he uttered a snarl, and Slower
was barely in time to intercept the
backward fling Of his cropping hand.
No voylenoe, Willie! There's la.
dies present."
Stover's captive ground his teeth
and struggled briefly, then turned and
made for the open prairie without a
word.
Its his first love-" said Slower, sim
ply. The other foreman exploded into
noarse laughter, saying:
Il didn't reckon l was tread1n' on
the toes of no bereafed relatif's, but
them church tunes amt my style,
However, we're wast1n' time, gents.
Where's that bunk-housa? Nothin'
but money talks loud enough for me to
hear. Good-day, white folks!" Gala
CHER saluted Miss Chaplin and her
friends with a flourish, and moved
away in company with the cowboys.
Il never" said Glass, seen so many
tough guys outside Of a street-car
strike"
Gallagher has been in prison." Jean
Informed him. Hes q wonderful
shot,"
Il knew It'll"
Speed spoke up brightly: "Well,
let's go back to the house and wait
for Covington."
But you were getting ready to go
running" said Helen.
mo more running for me! I'm in
good enough shape, oh, Larry?"
Great! Barring the one thing"
What's that?" queried Fresno.
"A little trouble with one of his
nerve-centsrs. that's all. But sven If
IT got worse during the night, Coving-
ton could IN 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-
Outstanding came also q menace to
his W careful plans. II Covington
ran In Speeds place. how could he ef-
feet his rivals exposure? On the way
back to the house he had to think
, pretty rapidly. &.
Mrs. Keap was pacing the porch az
; the others came up. and called Speed
! aside; then, when they were alone,
broke out. with blazing eyes:
, "You said you had stopped himl"
: "And l thought I had. did my
best"