Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-02-02

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Dave Sanders, range rider on the
ID Bar Lazy r outfit, and his pal,
Bob Hart, are in hot pursuit of a
gambler. Ad Miller. and his confed-
crate. Georse Doble who have stolen
Sanders pet pony, Chiquito. In re-
sponse to s.n appeal from Joyce
Crawford, they rescue her father.
emerson Gre wfora, owner of the d
SER Lazy r ranch. who has been
captured b" his enemy, Bradley
Steelman, E rival ranch owner. Bob
and Dave resume the hunt for the
horse thieves.
y Go On With the Story
CHAPTER TX
The pursuit took the riders
across a wide, undulating plain
above which. darccd the dry heat
OF the desert Lizards summed them
selves on fla. rocks, A ra~ttlesnake
aid toward the cover of a prickly
pear. The bleached bones of a cow
shone white beside the trail.
mo use. Bob" said Dave, while
they were cooking supper. They've
made their getaway, Might as well
drift back to Malapi, don't you
reckon?"
At the Delmonicc restaurant they
found Buck Byington and Steve
Russell. The trail herd had been
driven in an hour before. >
"Dug's payin' OIL today, boys"
Russell told them. You'll lind MN
round to the Boston Emporium"
,rhe foreman settled first with
Hart. after wkic. he turned to h
page in his pocket notebook that
held the account of Sanders.
He stopped to look down sar-
castically ar the new boots, Sanders
was wearing.
~ see you've bought you a new
pair of DO IT'S" he said in a heavy
domineering voice.
The big fellow laid a paper on the
breast of the cowpuncher. Here's a
bill for a pair of Sbocts you charged
to the old mans acknowledgement
dollars. I got it Just now at the
store. You II dig up"
It was the custom for riders VINO
came to town to have the supplies
they needed charged to their m
ployers against wages due them.
Doble took it for granted tina San
ders had d,ne this, which was COLI
trary to the orders he had given his
outfit. He did not know the young
man had lost his roots while rescu-
ing Crawford ane had been author
lied by him to get another pair IN
place CT them.
Nor die Dave intend to tell him,
Here was Z chance tC even the score
against the foreman
See YOU jater!" he shouted, ana
leaped int his saddle.
The forainTn wasted no breath in
futile rage. He strobe to the nearest
hitching-post and his horses hoofs
pounded down the road in pursuit.
Sanuers was riding the same
bronco i lad used to follow the
.io~rse-thieves, 1t had been under a
saddle most OF the time tor a week
and was lar from fresh. Before ne
had gene & mile he knew h a n
foreman would catch up with him.
He was riding for Gunsight Pass.
1t was necessary to set there before
Doble reached him. Otherwise ne
would have to surrender or light
and neither Of these fitted in with
his plans.
By the time the foreman showed
against the skyline at the entrance
to the pass the younger man had
disappeared. ~
The d Bar Lazy II foreman found
put ut once what had become OF MN.
A crisp voice gave clear directions.
sThat'll be far enough. stop
right where you're at or youh nouce
trouble pop"
The woras came, it seemed to
Dob.e. out 81 tho air. He looked up.
Two great boulders lay edge TO cage
beside the path. Through a narrow
rift the blue nose CT a forty-five pro,
trudcd. Back of it glittered a pair OF
steady, stealy eyes.
Come outa there and shell OUT
that eighteen dollars" demanded
Doble. -
"Nothin' dom, Dug"
phe 70, enan cursed, fuently, ex-
pertly, passionately
Suddenly Doble gave up. he
wheeled his horse and began TO de-
scend the steep slope. His soul was
filled with chagrin and fury at tne
defeat this stripping had given MIN.
Later in the day the foreman met
the owner of the d Bar Lazy Il
brand.
"That young scalawag Sanders
beat you outa eighteen dollars, ne
said. with g. snee- of triumph.
Doble had heard the story of what
Dave ana Bob had done for Craw-
ford and OF how the wounded BOY
had been taken to the cattlemahS
home an nursed there.
SANDERS he gets a pair OF
eighteen dollar boots, then jumps
the town before : find out about IT,,
Crawford started to speak but
Doble finished his story.
"Funny he didn't tell you l gave
aYou@what?" The foreman
snapped the question out with
angry incredulity.
The foreman was furious But
some instinct warned him that I'M
less he wanted to break With CraW-
lord completely he must restrain ais
impulse to rip loose.
CHAPTER x
Dave stood on the fence of one
of the shipping pens of the Al
buouerque stockyards and used a
prol-pole to guide the bawling cat
tie below. The Fifty-Four Quarter
Circle was loading a train of beef
steers and cows for Denver. Just
how he was goin7 to manage 1t Dave
did not know, bet he intended to
be aboard tfat freight when it pull
ed out for the miie-high town in
Colorado.
A middle-aged "a In
cordurcys and q pinched-in white
hat drove ur to the fence. How're
they coming SAM" he asked the
foreman in charge.
"We'd ought to be movin' by
Fine for Lurnbago