The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1916-09-07
BIZ ZANE GREY

| a little in the dusk of the evenings.
After that his strength returned rapid
ly. And it was only at the end of this
| long siege that he recovered his spirits.
During most of his illness he had been
silent, moody.
Jennie, I'll be riding off soon," he
said, one evening. II can't impose on
this good man Andrews much longer.
I'll never forget his kindness. His
wife, tOo-she's been so good to us.
Yes, Jennie, you and 1 will have to
say good-by very soon."
Don't hurry away" she replied.
Lately Jennie had appeared strange
to him. She had changed from the
girl he used to see at Mrs. BANDS
house. He took her reluctance to say
gOOd-by as another Indication of her
regret that he must go back to the
brakes. Yet somehow it made him
observe her more closely.
"It's likely that we won't see each
other again." he said. That's strange
to think Of We've been through some
hard days, and seem to have known
you long time"
Jennie appeared shy, almost sad, so
Duane change the subject to some
thing less personal.
Andrews returned one evening from
several days trip to Huntsville.
Duane, everybody's tallzin' about
how you cleaned up the Bland outfit"
he said, important and all full Of news.
'Tt's some exaggerated, accordin' to
what you told me; but you've shore
made friends on this side Of the
Nueces. ] reckon there amt town
where you wouldn't find people to
welcome you"
"Did you hear of any outlaws hunt
ing me?" asked Duane.
Nobody from BANDS outfit is hunt
in you, thet's Shore" replied Andrews.
'Fisher said there never was a boss
straddled to go on your trail. Nobody
had any use for Bland. Anyhow, his
men would be afraid to trail you. An
you could go right in to Huntsville,
where you'd be some popular. Reckon
you'd be safe, too, except where some
Of them fool saloon lOafers or bad
cowpunchers would try to shoot you
for the glory in it. Them kind of men
will bob up everywhere you go,
Duane"
"I'll be able to ride and take care of
myself in a day or two" went on
Duane "Then I'll go-Pd like to talk
to you about Jennie"
u.s."
"Thank you, Andrews. You're
kind man. But I want Jennie to get
farther away from the Rio Grande.
She'd never be safe here"
GAIL right, Duane. Whatever you
go north an strike for Shelbyville.
I'll tell Jennie the names of men who'll
help her. You needn't ride into town
at ALL"
At sunset two days later Duane and
Jennie mounted their horses and said
good-by to the rancher and his wife.
Andrews would not listen to Duanes
thanks.
81 tell you I'm beholden to you yet"
he declared.
swell, what can 1 do for your?
asked Duane. 81 may come along here
again some day."
"Get down an come in, then, or
you're no friend of mine. An good
luck to you both!"
Duane and Jennie trotted away into
the gathering twilight. The sky was
overcast with heavy clouds; there was
no air moving; the heat and oppres-
sion threatened storm. BY and by
Duane could not see a rod in front OF
him, though his horse had no difficulty
in keeping to the road. To his an
noyance, however, a fine, misty rain
set in. Jennie was not well dressed
for wet weather; and, for that matter,
neither was he. His coat, which In
that dry warm climate he seldom
needed, was tied behind his saddle.
and he put 1t on Jennie. The night
passed quickly despite the discomfort,
and soon a gray, dismal, rainy dawn
greeted the travellers.
Jennie insisted that he find some
shelter where a fire could be built to
dry his clothes. He was not in ut