The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-11-26


II he ever gets through the pass and
into Vallejo he's safe. l stuck right
to his tracks till a little while ago.
Then I saw this camp fire and
struck off for it. l knew there was
no danger Of me losing him, be-
cause he can't get through the
Chuckwalla range anywheres but at
Eagle Pass. As l said, he amt
more'n a mile or so ahead. and his
horse must be about spent; SO if I
can get a fresh horse, I'll beat him
to the pass sure"
Then you want us to let you
have a horse?" asked one Of the
punchers, a long, slim fellow, evil
IDENTITY the foreman. "Well, that's
not a lot to ask Of us. Bud, go
saddle Daisy for him. Or l guess
he'd rather use his W saddle. Just
bring Daisy up. And get a move
on, because the gap between the
Sheriff and this Kirby is gettin'
UAuVl CNCiy hilAuic,
This last brought a grim smile to
Kirby's face, the gap between them!
He wondered how Zeigler would
look If some one had informed him
that not more than seventy-five feet
separated him from the mar he was
after!
In but a moment the puncher who
had gone for a horse for Zeigler re-
turned. The Sheriff quickly changed
his saddle from his own horse to the
fresh one. Then he mounted.
We'll, so-long, boys" he said,
pausing a moment before riding
away. You've helped me out a lot.
III get Kirby now just as sure as a
cows a mother to a calf"
Kirby waited until the Sheriff dis
appeared into a sand wash not far
from the camp fire. Then he re-
turned to his horse. Untying and
mounting the latter, he trotted
back around the edge of the mesa
II stralgnt up TO the camp fire
which the Sheriff had just left.
III.
The COW punchers had been sur
prised by the arrival of the Sheriff,
but to no such degree as they were
surprised by the arrival of Kirby.
One puncher almost swallowed q
cigarette he was lighting. The cook,
who was stirring a pot of beans.
overturned them into the fire, part.
ly e~xtinguishing it. The long, slim
foreman gaped at Kirby as II the
latter had been a ghost.
What outfit is this?" Kirby
snapped out, as he brought his horse
to a stop.
The foreman gulped a few times.
and then succeeded in getting his
vocal apparatus in action.
Dave Perkins's," he faltered.
"You the foreman? What's your
name?"
"Harper-Sid Harper"
well, looky here, Sid Harper,
I'm Bill Zeigler, Sheriff from up in
Yavapai. I'm after a mar named
Kirby. He amt more'n a mile ahead,
if he's that far, but my horses
spent. | want a fresh"
"But-but say" interrupted Har-
per, in blank amazement-"a fellow
was just here, and he" he stopped
GO on!" barked Kirby. "A fell
low was just here, and he-what?"
why, Reclaimed he was Zeig-
Ter. Sheriff Of Yavapai. and said he
was after a man named Kirby. He
wanted a fresh horse, and"
"And you gave him one?" Kirby
reached down and gripped the
others shoulder. Man." he cried.
don't tell me you gave him a fresh
horse!"
"Well, we couldn't do much
else. He said he was the Sheriff,
and 1t W. occurred to any OF us
he might be stringin' us. None of
ever a Zeigler before-this's q
long ways from Yayapai, you know"
"What kind of a looking fellow
this?"
HE wasn't as big a you, and be
had light hair. He"
did he have ON goat-hair chaps?
Then 1t must've been Kirby him
and that's just like him, too.