The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-09-18

Iucthcb ufiH SHdfpiy.
Leave thar basket aionei That's
Jeremy Taylor. and he's the TOUGHEST
Maltese thai ever spit. IL hurts his
feeifn's enough to be shut up that
way, and If stranger handled him
he'd have fit. I'll hold him in my
me. I've been gettin' In and out over
wheels alone all my life. and this buck
| board is low. i'I6 glad that you don't
use overhead check-relns on your
horses. | belong to the Prevention Of
/ Cruelty TO Animals. and I'm sorry to
see you wear spurs
They were trofting swiftly over the
prairie. and Brad had recovered his
faculties sufficiently TO give brief an
swers TO Miss Gordon's running fire of
questions and observations. Suddenly
the man inyoluntarily checked the
mustangs that he drove. and gave vent
TO smorhered exclamation. He
looked in perpIexed alarm at Miss Cor
don.
Whats the matter? Sick?" she
queried
He pointed to ho-seman some dis
lance in front OF them.
'.Bill Jukes," he answered briefly.
Hes promised to shoot me at sight.
and he's likely drunk enough not TO
know whether you're a man or woman.
You drive an I'll get out an meet him
on foot III come back after We soon,
or else-Sykes. q mile north OF the
station, will bring ye over to Turkey
Creek"
AS he prohered the reips. Brad al
ready had his revolver out OF his belt.
She gave an indignant sniff.
Its likely I'll drive OF and leave
you to be shotl Give me them reIns.
and you look TO your guns. Wen drive
by Mr.. Jukes at q pretty good pace,
and If you should happen to hurt him
may the Lord have mercy on him. -
Shaking of Brad's restraining touch.
and deaf to his expostulations, she put
the whip TO the ponies. and the buck
board lurched forward on the deeply
cut trail. Jukes was bearing down
upon them. his face infiamed with
drunken rage. Two or three shots
whistled past them. Miss Gordon held
the reins tightly and ducked her head.
Brad fired repeatedly as they passed.
and just beyond them Jukes reeled
heavily from the saddle. With an eff
fort the woman brought the team to
standstill.
I'm glad fastened PoIly's cage on
good and Tight" was the first excla-
nation. Then, noticing a broken check
rein: "Ill get a piece of twine out OF
my pocket to tie up that strap. Why.
your sleeves all bloody. do believe
that nasty wretch hit you!"
jest my arm, i guess, Miss Cor
don" replied the man, little uncer-
tainly; but / hope-that Is, I'm
sfeerd w. done for Jukesr
They looked back. The outlaw lay
motionless by the trail. his bride rein
still over his nerveless arm.
II. Il
As the rays Of the setting sun slant
ed level across the prairie, strange
procession stopped At Turkey Creek
ranch. Miss Gordon still drove. super
intended by Jeremy Taylor. who
thrust his head through hole in the
lid of his basket and glared baiefuily
at the universe in general. Beside her
sat Brad pale under his tan, with his |
right arm swung from his neck. AT
the tail Of their cha riot, so to speak |
was tied the horse of Bill Jukes, and |
- In -lo
bandaged and besmeared with blood. |
was the man himself. His manner |
was dropping In the extreme, while |
from an opening in the cage cover |
Polly bestowed an unbroken success |
sion of choice epithets upon the cap
tive
Miss Gordon. CT them all. was I'M
ruffled. and she explained with 4 |
cheerfulness that was almost airy:
"Jukes rode down on us. shootin'
and swearin' dreadful, and Mr.. Merren !
had TO defend us, of course, so | took |
the lines. Then we couldn't go of and
leave the man layin' there. maybe to
die, 80 we went back. and ! bandaged /
him up. and we brought him along.
You can do what you want to with
him. l don't reckon he feels very
spruce. seem that he was shot through /
the lung. an that Polly's been swear
In at him every step of the way. Mr.
Merrell, here. got a bullet in his arm,
and has bled considerable. though it's
only flesh wound"
The gods on Olympus may have
been surprised to see Minerva spring
from the brain of love.
but that was the merest ghost of an
emotion compared with what the men
Of Turkey Greek ranch felt when this
splendid apparition in dusty black
cashmere dawned upon them. with her
tale of duelry. leading as
captive one of the deadliest outlaws of
the country. For a minute there were
of EXPLANATIONS and giauces
IF Amusement; and then, as Miss Cor
Ion, bearing Jeremy Taylor, clambered
20 the ground, Paper Collar Joe. the
Chesterfield Of the ranch. gracefully
advanced
Elbow me to ersist ye, madam