The spectator., 1920-03-16
CHAPTER l.-Continued.

"Theres picture in his pocket, and some lettera l reckon. Send them to Miss Myra Anderson. Tombstone, care of one of the restaurants. I don't know which one.'
 send nothin'," sncered Dutch, and coupled 1t with remark no decent man makes of woman on a guess.
 Because of poor Mac lying there with the little hole in his temple Curly boiled over With jerk his right arm was free. It shot out like a pile driver, all his weight behind the blow. Dutch went down as if q charging bull had flung him.
 Almost simultaneously Curly hit the sand hard Before he could stir three men were straddled over his anatomy. One of them ground his head into the dust.
 You would. eh? We'll see about that. Jake. bring yore rope
 They tied the hands of the boy. hauled him to his feet and set him ustride horse. In the distance a windmill of the Circle C ranch was shining in the morning sun. Toward the group of buildings clustered around this two of his eaptors started with FIandrau.
 AS they rode along fenced lane which led to the house girl came fly ing down the steps. At sight of those coming toward her she called out quickly:
 How is dad?" The culver of fear broke in her voice.
 Don't know yet, Miss Kate" an Swered one of the men. Hes right peart, though Says for to tell you not to worry. We've got here the mangy son of gun that did it."
 Before he had finished she was off like an arrow shot from bow. but not until her eyes had fallen on the youth sitting bareheaded and bloody between the guns of his guard. Curly noticed that she had given Shudder, as one might at sight of a mangled mad dog which had just bit a dear friend Long after the pounding of her pony's hoofs had died away the
  fear and horror that had rested on him.
 His guards put Flandrau in the bunk house and one of them sat at the door with a rifle across his knees. The cook. the stable boy. and redheaded Bob Cullison nephew of the owner of the ranch, peered past the vaQuero at the captive with the same awe they would have yielded to d caged panther
 Why. he's only kid, Buck" the cook whispered.
 Buck chewed tobacco impassively. "Old enough 10 be n rustler and Il killer"
 Boh's blue eyes were wide with in tcrcst "l'll bet he's regular Billy the Kid" marmured the half-grown boy 70 the other lad.
 Sure. Course he is. Hes got bad eyes all right"
 I'll bet he's got notcheS on his gun. Say. if Uncle Luck dies" Bob left the result 10 the imagination
 The excitement at the Circle C in- creased. Horses cnntcred up. Men shouted to each other the news. Oc- caSionally some one came in ,o have a look at the bad man" who had shot Luck CuIlison. Young Flandrau lay on cot and stared at the ceiling paying no more attention to them than if they had been blocks of wood.
 The crunch of wagon wheels over disintegrated granite drifted to the bunkhouse.
 They're bringing the boss back" Buck announced from the door to one of his visitors.
 The man joined him and looked over his shoulder Miss Kate there too?"
 Yep. Say. If the old man don't pull through 1t will break her all up."
 The boy on the bed turned his face to the wall He had not cried for ten years, but now he would have liked the relief of tears. A big lump rose in his throat and would not stay down. The irony of II was that he was staged for the part of gray wolf on the howl, while he felt more like little child ! that has lost its last friend. After time there came again the i crisp roll of wheels.
 Doe Brown" announced Buck caS- | uaIly 70 the oiher men in the bunk houSc.
 There was more than one anAiou, ruH at The Circle c waiting ro the ordict Of lhe hovlegged haldheaded
 ttle maa with t'.o satcbcl bul mol ar of iheal--no. not even Kate Cut
 snp herselt-Was in n colder fear .af ilandrau. for if Culllson Shouid ] syhc Enen that he would follow hilN