The Dolores star., 1916-11-24

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changed light, familiar to his sight.
What he had once seen was pictured
on his mind. And, true as a deer
striking for home, he reached the can
yon where he had left his horse. Bull
let was quickly and easily found.
Duane threw on the saddle and pack,
cinched them tight. and resumed the
descent.
Hours passed as moments. Duane
was equal to his great opportunity.
But he could not quell that self in
him which reached back over the
lapse of lonely. soaring years and
found the boy in him. Duane knew
he was not Just right in part Of his
mind. Small wonder that he was not
insane, he thought! He tramped on
downward. his marvellous faculty
for covering rough ground and
holding to the true course
never before even in fight SO
keen and acute. Yet all the time a
spirit was keeping step with him.
Thought Of Ray Longstreth as he
had left her made him weak. He
saw her white face. with its sweet
sad lips and the dark eyes 80 tender
and tragic.
The moon sloped to the west. Shad-
Ows Of trees and crags now crossed
to the other side Of him. The stars
dimmed. Then he was out Of the rocks,
with the dim trail pale at his feet.
Mounting Bullet. he made short work
Of the long slope and the foothills and
the rolling land leading down to Ord.
The little outlaw camp, with its
shacks and cabins and row Of houses,
lay silent and dark under the pallng
moon. Duane passed by on the lower
trail. headed into the road, and put
Bullet to a gallop. He watched the
dying moon. the waning stars. and the
east. He had time to spare. so he
saved the horse. Knell would be leav-
ing the rendezvous about the time
Duane turned back toward Ord. Be
tween noon and sunset they would
meet
The night wore on. The moon sank
behind low mountains in the west. The
stars frightened for while. then
faded. Gray gloom enveloped the
world. thickened, lay like smoke over
the road. Then shade by shade 1t
lightened. until through the transpar-
ent obscurity shone a dim light.
Duane reached Bradford before
dawn. He dismounted some distance
from the tracks, tied his horse, and
then crossed over to the station. He
heard the clicking Of the telegraph
| instrument, and 1t thrilled him. An
operator sat inside reading. When
Duane tapped on the window he look
ed up with startled glance, then went
swiftly to unlock the door.
Hello. Give me paper and pencil.
Quick" whispered Duane.
With trembling hands the operator
complied. Duane wrote out the mes
sage he had carefully composed
"Send this-repeat 1t to make sure
then keep mum. I'll see You again,
Good-by."
The operator stared. but did not
speak a word.
Duane left AZ stealthily and swiftly
as he had come. He walked his horse
a couple of miles back on the road
and then rested him till break Of day.
When Duane swung into the wide,
grassy square on the outskirts of Ord
he saw a bunch of saddled horses
hitched In front Of the tavern. He
knew what that meant. Luck still
favored him. II it would only hold
But he could ask no more. The rest
was a matter Of how greatly he could
make his power felt. An open conflict
against odds lay In the balance. That
would be fatal to him. and to avoid
it he had to trust to his name and a
presence he must make terrible. He
knew outlaws. He knew what quail
ties held them. He knew what to ex-
aggerate.
There was not an outlaw In sight.
The dusty horses had covered distance
that morning. As Duane dismounted
he heard loud, angry voices inside the
tavern. He removed coat and vest,
hung them over the pommel, He pack
ed two guns, one belted high on the
left hip, the other one swinging low on
the right side. He neither looked nor
listened, but boldly pushed the door
and stepped inside.
The big room was full Of men, and
every face pivoted toward him,
Knell's pale face flashed into Duane's
swift sight; then Boldt's, then Blossom
Kane's, then Panhandle Smiths, then
Fletcher's, then others that were fami-
liar, and last that Of Poggin. Though
Duane had never seen Poggin or heard
him described, he knew him. For he
saw face that was record Of great
and evil deeds.
There was absolute silence. The
outlaws were lined back Of a long
table upon which were papers, stacks
of silver coin, a bundle Of bills, and q
huge gold-mounted gun.
Are you gents lookin' for mer'
asked Duane. He gave his voice MI
the ringing force and power Of which
he was capable. And he stepped back
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