The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-02-05

Sunk creek, that the nearest neighbOr
was seven miles distant and that
Stones ranch was ten miles farther
up Dead Cow.
ever meet a lad called Sam Gull
lison?" the guest asked carelessly.
Curly was hardly prepared to see
the color whip into her cheeks or to
meet the quick stabbing look she fast
ened on him.
you're looking for him, are you?"
she said. ''Do you know him?"
He shook his head. She looked at
him very steadily before she spoke
again.
"You haven't met him yet, but you
want to. Is that it?"
'That's it."
"Will you have another eggT'
Flandrau laughed. mo, thanks.
Staying up at Stones, is he?"
"How should know who's staying
at Stone's?"
1t was quite plain she did not in
tend to tell anything that would hurt
young Cullison.
'Are you expecting to stop in the
hills long-or just visiting?"
eyes," Curly answered, with his
most innocent blank look.
Eyes which?'
'Why, whichever you like, Miss
London. What's worrying you? II
you'll ask me plain out I'll know how
to answer you"
$50 you know my manner"
Anything strange about that7 The
Bar 90 Is the London brand. I saw
your calves in the corral with their
TANKS still sore. Naturally I assume
the young lady meet here is Miss
Laura London"
what do you want with Sam Gull
lison? Are you friendly to himT Or
aren't your"
Ladies first. Are you friendly to
him? Or aren't your
Curly smiled gayly across the table
at her. A faint echo of his pleasantly
began to dimple the corners Of her
mouth. Both of them relaxed to peals
of laughter, and neither of them quite
knew the cause of their hilarity.
"Oh, you'll" she reproved when she
had sufficiently recovered.
$50 you thought I was a detective
or deputy sheriff. That's certainly
funny"
For all 1 know yet you may be
one"
81 never did see anyone with dis
position so dark-cOmplected as yours.
If you won't put them suspicious to
sleep I'll have to table my cards"
From his pocket he drew a copy of the
Saguache Sentinel and showed her a
marked story. maybe that will ex-
plain what I'm doing up on Dead
Cow"
This is what Laura London read:
From Mesa comes the news of an
other case of bold and fragrant
rustling. On Friday night bunch of
horses belonging to the Bar Double M
were rounded DIP and driven across
the mountains to this city. The
stolen animals were sold here this
morning, after which the buyers set
out at once 1Or the border and the
thieves made themselves scarce. It
is claimed that the rustlers were mem
bers of the notorious SOapy Stone out
fit. Two of the four were identified, it
Is alleged, as William Cranston, gen
orally known as Bad Bill and
young vaquero called Curly Flandrau.
I'm case the guilty parties are ap-
pretended the Sentinel hopes an ex-
ample will be made of them that will
deter others of like stamp from
practice that has of late been far too
common. Lawlessness seems to come
in cycles. Just now the southern tier
of counties appears to be suffering
from such a sporadic attack. Let all
good men combine to stamp it out.
The time has passed when Arizona
must stand as a synonym for anar-
chv."
She looked up at the young man
breathlessly, her pretty lips parted
her dilated eyes taking him in solemn
ly. A question trembled on her lips.
'Are you this man mentioned here?
What's his name-'Curly' Flandrau?'
Eyes"
'And you're q rustler2 Why do
men do such things?" letting the hands
that held the paper drop into her lap
- helplessly. "You don't look bad. Any
one would think"
Her sentence tailed out and died
away. She was still looking at Curly,
but he could see that her mind had
flown to some one else. He would
have bet a months pay that she was
thinking of another lad who was wild
but did not look bad.
Flandrau rose and walked round the
table to her. much obliged, Miss
Laura. I'll shake hands on that with
you. You've guessed it. Course, me
being so notorious 1 hate to admit it,
but amt bad any more than he is"
She gave him a quick shy look
''You mean this Bad Bill?"
"You know who l mean, all right
His name is Sam Cullison. And you
needn't to tell me where he is. I'll
find him.
81 know you don't mean any harm