The Lamar register., 1920-01-14

They're After You" He Said.
across lots to the corral Wen lock
the door and m hold them here long
as can"
Good boy. Stats. II there's a neck.
tie party you'll get the first bid"
Curly grlnned.
Stats looked at him. cold and steady.
Palmer than words he was telling his
former friend that he would not Joke
with horse thief. For the sake of old
times he would save him II he could,
but he would call any bluffs about the
whole thing being a lark.
Curly's eyes fell away. II came to
him for the first time that he was no
longer an honest man. Up till this
escapade he had been only wild. but
now he had crossed the line that sep
arates decent folks from outlaws.
Not another word was said while
they hurried into their clothes. But
as Curly passed out of the door he
called back husk.iy. won't forget
what you done for MS. Stats"
Again their eyes met. Davis did
not speak. but the chill look on his
face told Flandrau that he had lost u
friend.
The two young men ran down the
back stairs. passed through the kitch-
en- where Chinese cook was getting
breakfast, and out into the bright sun
light
Wont do to he In any hurry. The
play is we're gentlemen of leisure. Just
out for an amhle to get the mo'nlng
air." Curly cautioned.
While they fed. watered ana sad
died they swapped gossip with the
wrangler. II would not do to leave
the boy with a story of two riders in
such a hurry TO hit the trail that they
could not wait To feed their bronchos.
So they stuck II out while the animals
ate. At that. they shaved It fine. for
as they rode away two men were
coming down the street.
kite Bonfils." Curly called to his
partner.
No explanation was needed. Bon
hls was the foreman Of the Bar
Double N. lie let out q shout as he
rlAhA VI Dtshh "
run forward. simultaneously his gun
seemed to jump from its holster.
Macs quirt sang and his pony
leaped to u canter In two strides.
bullet tipped between them. Another
struck the dust at their heels. Faint
ly there came to the fugitives the
sound of the foreman's impotent
haA thu
time.
Presently they passed the last barb
wire fence and open country lay be-
fore them. II did not greatly matter
which direction they followed. so long
rs they headed into the desert.
Neither OF them had ever been in
serious trouble before and both re-
gretted the folly that had turned their
drunken spree into crime. They
were stretched In front OF the fire that
evening trying TO make q smoke serve
instead OF supper. Mac broke a gloomy
silence TO grunt out jerkily situa-
tion he could no longer keep to him
self.
Here's where get my walking pa
pers. reckon. No rustlers need ap-
ply"
Curly shot a slant glance at him.
"Nfeanlng-the girlf"
The red-headed puncher took from
his coat pocket photograph and
showed 1t TO his friend. The sweet
clean face of wholesome girl smiled
at Curly.
"She's ce'tainly a right nice young
lady. III bet she stands by you all
right. Where's she live atf'
Waits in restaurant at Tomb
stone. We was going to be married
soon ms we had saved five hundred dol
lars" Mac swallowed hard. And l
had to figure out this short cut TO the
money whilst was drunk. As II shed
look at money made that way"
Curly tried to cheer him up. but did
not make much OF job at 1t. The In
facts were that Mac was
an outlaw and horse thief.
The rcdheaded boy rolled another
cigarette despondently. "Shol I've
cooked my goose Shell; not look at me
.eyen If they don't send me to the
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