The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1917-11-13

a calculating glance, Il believe I'll just
bore your right arm"
1.-The devil you wilt 1t seems to me
you are pretty highly tightly, miss"
Are you going to do itT she
asked.
oh, sure; Of course l couldn't refuse
lady," he said. taking the paper from
his pocket with his right hand and fur
lively reaching with his left around to
his hip.
Your left hand upw she command
ed again.
With muttered oath he swung his
arm aloft. The sorrel horse drew near
and thrust an inquiring nose toward
his master. With quick movement
Lumly held out the paper, the sorrel
caught it between his lips, and in an
other instant It fell to the ground a
mass Of pulp. Lumly laughed exult-
antly.
Molly Gray whitened about the lips.
"Other hand upp she commanded
shortly.
The man obeyed.
Turn your back and walk toward
me-" Then, as he hesitated, she added
contemptuously, Don't be afraid. I'm
not going to shoot you In the back"
He turned sullenly and backed slow
~ up to the mares side. With muzzle
pressed close to his shock of rough hair
she distracted the six shooter from his
belt and ascertained that there was no
other weapon. The man trembled
slightly. It was pesky dangerous
thing to have woman fooling with a
revolver. One never knew what
Now walk forward twenty steps
and don't turn; If you do 1t viii be for
the last timer Molly did not recognize
her own sweet voice In the firm tones
that cut the air like the lash Of whip.
The man obeyed. When, at her word
Of command, he faced about, the feet
Of the little mare were gathered in the
hole In the ground, and her rider, with
shining eyes and bright, glad smile,
looked at him down the length Of bis
own six shooter.
In fifteen minutes at the latest
Pete Clarkson, Mill Hodges and the
sheriff will strike this ledge. / advise
you, Dave Lumly. IL you value your
hfe to prospect around Cartertown
way for few years. The trail is
plain; there's your horse, and I'm Civ
ing you chance"
Lumly looked back down the trail.
Several horsemen were riding rapidly
up Crow creek bottom. There was a
flash Of sunlight on metal.
With muttered curse he turned to-
ward his horse. You'll pay for this
holdup, GIRL" he said threateningly,
"It's not a holdup; it's a hold down."
retorted Molly saucily.
AS Lumly disappeared among the
distant western slopes three men rode
madly down the trail and rounded
Crow rock In a cloud Of dust and a
scatter of flying stones. Molly Gray,
with trembling lips, smiled upon them.
Where is hep demanded Pete, while
the other men looked mingled disap-
pointment and admiration upon pretty
Molly.
She pointed toward the west, where
solitary horseman was silhouetted
against the amber sunset sky ere II
dropped behind distant hill.
80 you let the critter go!" uttered
the sheriff ruefully.
Pete looked at her questioningly.
Il didn't want bloodshed on Grow
rock, Pete" she explained in low tone.
A light Of understanding came into
bis eyes. He nodded his head. That's
all right. sheriff. guess that coyote
won't jump any more claims here
abouts, reckon"
Where Is your claim, Peter asked
Hodges, looking curiously around.
Here 1t is," interpolated Molly.
blushing. HE was jumping it when
"And you stood him Off" chorused
the men.
She nodded gravely. HE fed the pa
per to the horse. SO held him up, and
now I'm holding down the claim my.
self"
II don't understand" said Hodges
blindly.
why, you see." faltered Molly, while
Pete grinned fatuously upon her, ''I'm
the claim-that is, I'm Molly Gray, and
I'm holding down the claim. It's the
Molly Gray, you know" she said, slip
ping down from the saddle into the
aHtstretched arms of her lover.