Evening journal., 1922-02-07

(Conttnued From Our last Issue)
On the evening OF the tenth day
Burns put in the cork.
A string OF eight-inch pipe sixty
feet long was slid forward and der
Kicked over the stream. The pipe
had been ftted with valves OF vari-
Gus sizes. After IL had been fastened
10 the wells casing. these were
gradually reduced to chcci, tho flow.
Six hours later metropolitan
newspaper carried the headline:
BIG GUsHER HARNESSED
AFTER WILD RAMPAGE
Jackpot No. at Malapi Tanned;
Long Battle Ended
CHAPTER XVII
II was surprise to Dave to dis
cover on setting out for the scene
OF the hold-up that the horse steve
had got for him was his own old
favorite Chiquito. The pinto knew
him. He tested this by putting him
through some OF his old tricks.
He nuzzled his silky nose against
the coat Of his master Just as in the
days Of old
Crawford searched over the
ground. Just like I thought, Dave.
The posse has been here and stomp
ed out any tracks. No way OF tollin'
which Of ali these footprints belong
ed to them. Likely none OF EN-"
They made a wide circle to try 10
pick up the trail wanted. and again
siill large one.
The trailers scanned closely the
edge OF the irrigation ditch.
Dave pulled up. He went down
on his knees and studied the ground
then jumped down into the ditch
and examined the bank
Here's where they got out h
announced.
The old cattleman examined the
side Of the canal The play showed
where a sharp hoof had reached for
footing. missed. and paved down
the bank. Higher up was the faint
mark Of a shoe on the loose rubbls
at the edge.
Looks like ne assented.
The trail led through the canon
over a divide beyond. and down into
small grassy valley.
A log cabin squatted on the siop,
One had TO be almost upon Il before
Il could be seen Its back dooi
looked down upon the entrance TO &
canon. This was fenced across e
make a corral
The cattleman and the COW
puncher looked at each other with
out verbal comment. This was tn
haunt Of rustlers.
Horses we're browsing sleepily II
the corral. Dave slid from the sad
die and spoke to Crawford in a loV
voice.
I'm going down TO have look a
those horses" he said. unfastenin
his rope from the tientos.
Dave walked down the steep hin
side. and dropped into the corral.
A man came 70 the back door q
the cabin and stretched in a Ion
and luxuriant yawn. Careiessly an
casually his eyes wandered over tn
corral For a moment he stood
frozen. his arms stil flung wide.
From behind him came Crawford''
voice. cool and ironic. Much
Obliged. Shorty. Leave EN- right
up and save trouble
The squat cowpuncherss eyes
found there the owner OF the d Bar
Lazy r "Wha'dya want?" he growl-
ed sullenly.
''You-just now. Dave. step for
ward and get his six-shooter. Keep
him between you and the house. II
anything happens 20 you I'm goin'
to kill him right now"
Sanders took the mans gun and
ran his hand over his thick body "a
make sure ne had no concealed wea-
pom. I'm going to back away. Yor
come after me. step by step, 30 Gloss
/ could touch you with the gun,
ordered Dave
The man followed him 49, directed
his hands still In the air. His cap
tor kept him in line between hin
and the house door Crawford rod
down 70 join them.
You live here, Shorty" askei