The Winslow mail., 1914-01-31


SO have arranged little plan where.
by you can do something to prove
YOUR prowess, and still not interfere
with Mr.. Covington in the least"
Speed cleared his throat nervousIy.
Tell me-" he said, what 1t is"
And Miss Blake told him the story
of the shocking treachery of Humpy
Joe, together with the miserable un.
doing of the Flying Heart "Why,
those poor fellows are broken-heart.
ed, she concluded. Their despair
over losing that talking machine
would be if it were not so tragic. I
told them you would win it back for
them. And you will, won't you?
Please!" She turned her blue eyes
upon him appealingly, and the young
man was lost.
'I'll take ten chances" he said.
"Where does the rattle come off,"
"Oh, it isn't rattle. it's foot-race
You must run with that Centipede
cook"
81! Run a race!" exclaimed the
young college man, aghast
yes, I've promised that you would
You see, this isn't like a college event
and Culver isn't here yet"
"But he'll be here in a day or So
Speed felt as if very large man were
choking him; he decided his collar
was too tight
"Oh, I've talked it all over with
Jean. She doesn't want Culver to
run anyhow"
"Why not?" inquired he, suspicious
ly,
Il don't know, I'm sure"
"If Miss Chaplin doesn't want Culver
to run. you surely wouldn't want me
to-
mot at all If Mr.. Covington knew
the facts Of the case he would be
only too happy to do 1t, And, you
see, you know the facts"
Speed was about to shape a gracious
but firm refusal of the proffered honor
when Still Bill Stover appeared at the
steps. doffed his faded Stetson. and
bowed Imply.
"Mornin Miss Blake" To the real
Speed saw three other men-an In.
dian. tall, swart, and saturnine. who
walked with a limp: picturesque
Mexican with a spangled hat and sill
yer spurs. evidently the captor oj
Lawrence Glass on the evening preyt
ous; and an undersized little man
with thick-rimmed spectacles and
heayy-hanging holster from whiCh
pleasantly, and seemed bit abashed
Good morning, Mr. Slower" said
Helen, pleasantly "This is Mr.. Speeu
Of whom ] sroke to you yesterday
sto,er bowed again and mumbled
NCmething about the honor of this
Meeting, and Miss Blake cast her
eyes over the other members of the
group, saying, Sso!ously: I'm afraid
I can't introduce your friends; /
haven't met them"
The loquacious foreman came
promptly to the rescue, rejoicing in an
opportunity of displaying his orsteri-
1al gifts.
"Then I'll make you acquainted
with the best branGia' outfit in these
parts He waved long. bony arm
at the Mexican, who flashed his white
teeth This Greaser is Aurelio Maria
Carara. Need I say he's Mex, and
nreemeer roper?" Carara bowed. and
swept the ground with his high-peaked
head-piece. "The Maduro gent yonder
Is Mr.. Cloudy. His mother being a
Navajo squaw, named him accordin' to
the rights and customs of her tribe,
the title of Cloudy-but-the-
Sun-Shines. which same has proved a
misnomer. him bein' a pessimist for
fair
Miss Blake and her companion smil-
ed and nodded. at which Slower, en-.
beyond measure. elaborated
"He's had a hist'rY. too When he
reaches mans real-estate the Iniun
8gent ropes, throws. and hog-ties him,
then sends him east to be cultivated
He spends four years kickin' foot.
ball" Speed interrupted. with an
exclamation of genuine interest.
ooh, it's true as gospel" the fore.
man averred "When he goes lame
in his off leg they ship him back. and
In spite of them handicaps he has be.
come one rustlin' savage at round
1p'
What collels did you attend?" in
1uired Speed. politely. The question
fell upon unresponsivo ears Cloudy
lid not stir nor alter the direction of
lis sombre glance.
He don talk nome" Slower explain,
ID Conversation, which I esteem as
= gift devine, is lost srt with him
reckon he don't aTerage word q
reek. What language lie did know he
las forgot, and what he amt forgot
le distrusts'
Turning to the near sighted man
Tho had been staring at the college
'outh meanwhile, the spokesman
COX a deep breath, and said, simply
-et proudly, as if describing the piece
Le resistance Of this exhibition:
THE four-e eyed gent is Willie plain
Willie. horn range rider. and the
'est hip shot this side of the Santa Fe
raili"