The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1917-01-11

Summers. proprietor of the Rose
Girl Mine"
'Why, it's the man who bor-
rowed my pony!" exclaimed
Louise.
Correct, Miss. II came to
thank you for lendin' me the
cayuse that time"
Walter Stone simply had to
laugh. Come up and rest after
your trip up the cannon. Of course,
you want to see Collie. He told
me about your finding the claim.
Says you have given him a quar-
ter interest. I'm glad you're do
ing WE'LL"
Overland Red, despite his out
ward regeneration, was Overland
Red still. only a little more so.
Anne Marshall was at once-as
she told Louise later-"desperate-
ly interested" Even gentle Aunt
Eleanor received the irrepressible
with unmistakable welcome.
Young DR.. Marshall studied
him, racking his memory for a
name. Presently he turned to his
wife. What is Billy's partners
name? I've forgotten"
Jack Summers, Billy called
him in his letters"
Just a minute" said the doc
tor, turning to Oveland. Pardon
me. You said Mr.. Jack Summers,
| believe? Do you happen to know
Mr.. Winthrop, Billy Winthrop"
me? What, Billy? Billy Win
throp? Say, is this me? l inhaled
whole lot of gasoline comm up
that grade, but | amt feelin' dizzy.
Billy Winthrop? Why" And his
exclamation subsidized as he asked
cautiously. Ibid you know him?'
81 am his sister," said Anne
Marshall.
Overland was dumfounded. ellis
sister," he muttered.
SIS he's he better?" asked
Anne hesitatingly.
Better! Say, lady, excuse me II
l tell you he's gettin' SO blame
frisky he's got me scared. Why ]
left him settin' on a rock eatin' a
sardine san'wich with one hand
and shootin' holes in all the tin
cans in sight with the other"
BILLY must have changed q lit
tle," ventured DR.. Marshall, smil-
ing.
Changed? Excuse me, ladies.
But when | first turned my lamps
on him in Los, says to myself II
there wasn't a fella with one foot
in the grave and the other on q
banan-peel, I was mistook. And
listen! He come out to the Mojave
with me. But you never see a
fella get such chest Search me
If | knows where he got 1t from,
for he wasn't much bigger around
in the works than a mosquito
when l took him up there. And,
say. he's a pardner on your life!
Believe me, and I'm listening to
myself, too"
His lungs are better them"
Lungs? He amt got some.
They're belluses. Lady, that kid is
a wonder"
"Pm awfully glad Billy is bet
ter. He must be, judging from
what you tell me-"
81 wisht I'd had him runnin'
the 'Guzzuh' instead of that little
chicken-breasted chatter they
Ithree-shelled on to me in Los An
geles. I hired him because they
said I'd better take him along un-
til l was some better acquainted
with the machine. The Guzzah
amt no ordinary bronze"
"The 'Guzzuh'?" queried DR..
Marshall.
"Uhuh. That's what I christ
ened her. She's sixty horsepower,
and sometimes l reckon I could
handle sixty bosses easier to once
than l could her. We was lopin'
along out in the desert, bout fifty
miles an hour by the leetle block
on the dashboard. when all of a
sudden she lays back her ears and
she bucks. She gives a jump or
two and says 'Guzzah' Jest like
that, and quits. l climbs out and
looked her over. She sure was
balky. l felt of her chest and she
was pretty much het up. When she
cooled off, I started her easy