The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-25

OIL JOY at his good fortune. Morgan
waved his arm and shouted
Until then the other had not seen
him. but at the hail he jerked his
lathered horse onto its launches and
turned hurriedlr. For an instant his
hand lowered over the revolver ali his
hip. and something. which even at
that distance sounded very much like
an oath to MorE1n's keen cars. burst
from hislips. After a short survey or
the man on the knoll. however he
turned his horse and rode slowly to-
ward HON.
"He11o." he greeted: in an expires
sioniess tone, when within easy speak
ing distance Looks like you're up
against It. stranger"
Yes" said Morgan. q little puzzled
at certain GOODNESS in the others
manner hut resolved 10 he cordial in
spite Of it. Badger hole" he went on.
in brief explanation. Il had TO shoot
my horse and start in to hoof it, :.
oh" The strangers voice evinced
neither surprise nor sympathy Coin
faro
Cru headed for HeneF's ranch. if I
ever get there" Morgan replied in
wardly nettled ait the others s,1rlr
tone. On the cattle ranges as a rule.
men are prone to friendliness when
they meet with a fellow human. espe-
cia1lytif he needs help of any kind
I'm travelin' that way myself" the
stranger observed. after short pause
and in a more congenia1 tone. "an' Ill
rope something outa the bunch for
YOU to sling that outfit on. It'll be
better'n walkin'. but you may have to
ride some. It's all range stuff an only
half broke at that There amt q
cayuse in the bunch that's been rode
since last fall
and choose. partner. Ill sure be
glad of a lift. believe me! amt
much Of a bronco wrastler. but the
horse that stacks me up tonight will
have to go some"
The stranger chuekled dryly--w hol-
~ without mirth. it seemed TO Morgan
All right" he said. It'll get you
something in hurry"
Ten ninuaes later. after some skill
full maneuvering, Morgan saddled and
brid1ed the little roam mare which the
fellow had managed to rope for him.
and swung deity onto her back. to
learn instantly that II he intended to
stay there he would have his hands
full. 1t was not until after three
miles Of very strenuous riding that he
was able to pull his mounts head up
from between her knees and settle
himself comfortably in the saddle.
She sure can pitch some ]" he pant
ed, drawing UP beside the stranger,
who rode close at the heels OF his lit
tie herd.
Yes the other grinned. "she sure
can. She's got a reputation that little
mare has. mighta roped you a gem
tier one. but she was the first hook
ed, AMI figured you could top her.
Workln for Jim Heney, are you
Nope. Just stopping on my way
through from Greylodg Morgan did
not add that he was deputy sheriff
at that moment returning from trip
to the county seat where he had turn
ed a prisoner over 10 the Jail authori-
ties. Somehow. although he felt crate
full for the others assistance. he could
not find it in him TO like the man.
and anyway. it was not his habit to
volunteer needless information.
We'll pass right close 10 Heney's."
remarked the stranger. an Ill set
YOU on the trail. I'm a neighbor o.
Jim s-live down the crick ways. an.
you can return the mare In the morn
in. She wont give You any more
trouble now YOU got her broke IL. n
"All right. Much obliged answered
the deputy. and lapsed into silence,
whichswas broken by neither man for
space OF manyfmiles.
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