The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-05-11

him? But him being stouter that away
kind Of threw me off "
well" Zeigler said energetically, "lets
go get him. He owes me seven dollars,
Taylor does"
They streamed from the house, leaving
Amy huddled weakly in chair. Within
ten minutes Doghole was deserted of men,
save for Wo and Nasby's Mexican. The
one worked; the other promptly went to
sleep again.
That same evening, a girl joined man
on horseback at the Fork, four miles north
Of Doghole. She was carrying a bundle,
secured by a shawl-strap. He was leading
a spare horse. When she had swung her
self up to the saddle, scorning his profered
help, they Hoped away towards the Gap.
Hardly word was spoken for three miles
at really is mine, isn't it?" she de-
manded, as though she were continuing an
argument,
"Of course it is. Forget il"
She sighed and with that sigh dismissed
perplexing problem forever from her mind
For she was woman, and where woman's
affections are concerned, her line OF iustif-
cation can be so hair-splitting that the
naked eye fails to detect it; but it suffices as
4
and suddenly she laughed.
"That's better" he commented, grin
ming. What's the joker"
Why the whole town done run off to
bring Taylor in, Joe. They think he's
they think he's Larry Hilton"
Bremner refined his horse and his brow
puckered. They might string him up,
Amy. They might hang him before
sheriff could get there. !"
"Oh, no, they wouldn't do that" The
girl appeared wholly unperturbed over
Taylor's fate and hummed tune,
You don't know Doghole. T"
Bremner spurred level with her and pulled
up
You 60 on" he ordered.
What about you?" she asked in swift
alarm.
I'm going to ride over there. III catch
you. Ride on"
"I'n go with you. You might get
caught
"Do what / tell you" he said.
She wheeled her horse and headed north
obediently.
1t was not yet dark when Bremner
climbed the hill and pounded on the open
door A sandy-haired man emerged from
the gloom, holding a frying pan.
"Howdy," said Bremner
What's up"
"Come out here in the light minute,
will you? l want to talk to you"
The other retreated farther into his
kitchen and seemed to be hunting about in
a corner. When he reappeared, a six
shooter bulged his shirt.
"What do you want7" he asked suspi-
ciously.
DO you want to make twenty dollarsp
"Of course I do. ANY man does
Bremner opened his shirt, exposing his
broad, arching chest.
"What do you see there2"
ct looks ike a anchor"
1T is an anchor. You start for Doghole
now-this minute-and tell Riley YOU saw
man going southwest who showed you an
anchor on his chest Got it clear?"
Shore" The hester scratched his head
and surveyed him doubtfully
"Tell him the fellow said he was Toe
Bremner. Understand"
Can't eat my supper first
No, you must start now. want to see
you star"
Shore. A anchor-and Joe Bremner-
headed southwestern and the anchor.
. I've got it. III tell Riley. He knows mt"
The Strangers horse was in lather when
he overlook Amy on a long mesa. A few
, stars blinked in the sky. She looked at
him timidly and, recalling his stern i'm
| patience, did not venture to ask question.
They won't hang Taylor" he told her
; at last, :" I sent messenger"
! "Oh, Joe, Joe, l knew it, dear" She
stretched out her hand impulsively and
: laid it on his arm.
Knew what?"
"That there was good in you. A whole
5 lot of il"
"You-you honestly think there is9
2 Any at ALP" be asked.
} "Why, know il"
His horse bounded from the jab Of his
: spur and he could not speak to her for full
! minute. a
] "WeH turn to the right at the next fork
j! instead Of the left, he said In changed
voice, "I'n risk it. We want to get the
parson, now"
why, of course she broke into a
{ happy laugh" where else were you going9
, You say the queerest things, joe"
He turned his face away swiftly from
!, her questioning eyes.
: II sort Of overlooked it, !" he said. Con
? found this old saddle! It's stiff as board.
D They reached the fork and took the trail