Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-07-03

had beheld thus far. He was thickset,
and burned to the color of a ripe olive;
his long, dropping mustaches, tobacco
stained at the center, were bleached
at the extremities to a hempen hue.
His bristly hair was cut short, and
stood ~aggressively erect upon a bullet
head, his clothes were soiled and
greasy beneath a gray coating Of dust.
A pair of alert, lead-blue eyes and q
certain facility of movement belied the
drawl that marked his nativity. He
removed his hat and bowed ut sight
of Miss Chaplin.
Good evenin', Miss Jeanl" said he.
Il hope / find y'all WELL"
quite well, Gallagher. And youf"
"ToPable, 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 q
II rode over to see II y'all would like
to lay q little mo- in this we're foct
race. l allow you are the u~nknownf"
Speed nodded, and Slower teek 60
casion to ramark:
"Them's our i~nclinations, bu4 we've
about gone our limit"
81 don't blame you none." said Gal
lagher, allowing his gaze TO rove slow
ly from top to toe of the eastern lad.
No, / CANT blame you non whatever.
But I'm terrible grievcd at them It'd
ms. Though we Centipede punohers
has v Q considered y'all q cheap an
poverty-ridden OUTFIT, 70 gives yeu
credit for bein' game, till new He
spat for q second tune, and regarded
Slower scornfully.
A murmur ran through the eewboya.
I'VE are game" retorted stevsr.
land for your own good don't allow No
belief to the contrary to become q
superstition"
Don't let q Centipede blur 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 nc more money" said Carara,
removing his handsome kespangled
hat, ''but I bet my sombrero. 'M's
wort tive 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
readyf" ventured Miss Chaplin RE.
member, it will go pretty hard with
the losers"
Harder the better" came . voice,
"Y'all don't have to bet, jest because
I'm h'yar," gibed Gallagher.
"Qodi / wish l was richi" exclaimed
Willie.
But Miss Chaplin protested. "Ysu
are two months o~verdrawn, all Of you
My brother won't advance you any
more"
Then my man, Lawrence, win take
what they can't cover" offered Speed
|, That's right! Clean 'em good
, brothers." croaked the trainer.
"Tf you'll step over to the bunk
> house, Gabby. wen dig up some per
sonal perQuisites and family heir
LOOMS" Slower nodded toward hil
mems quarters, and Gallagher grinnet
joyously.
That shore listens like a band from
> where l set. We aim to annex tn,
!. wages, hopes, and personal ambitions
t Of y'all, along with your talkin-ms
, chine"
Excuse me-" Willie pushed his wa;
a forward. "How's she gettin' along?
a "Finei"
You mule-skinners amt hrok
a herr"
d mo; we plays her every evenin,.
Q The little man shifted his feet; the
allowed himself to inquire, AZ II RI
g garding the habits Of some dear d.
parted friend:
I Have you chose any fAvorits rec
cordsf"
I'VE all has our pick. speakin' pei
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage eoac
song Of Mrs. More's."
"Mo-rayl" Willie corrected. Mora
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe SO. Our f~oot-runner like
4 that Injun ~war-dance best Of all" CT
rara smiled at Cloudy, whe nodded
AZ IL pleased by the compliment
Then 1t was that the Flying Heal
spokesman made an inquiry In hushe,
hesitating tones.
II How do you like 1.-THE Holy City
he removed his hat, as did thos
back of him. "As sung by Madam
sella Melby?"
"Rotteni" Gallagher said pr.AsYea,
That's q bum, for fair"
GRO BE CONTINUHD.)
Undiscovered Interior.