The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1922-02-05
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Tor the hand of Joyce.
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Dawes heart warmed to this fine
loyalty. Bob would do to tie 10, Sand
ers told himself with a rush Of graft
tude. None of this feeling showed in
his dry voice.
Thanks, Bob"
Hart knew already that Dave had
come back changed man. He had
gone In a boy, wild turbulent, un-
tanned. He had come out tempered by
the fires Of experience and discipline.
The steelsray eyes were no longer
frank and gentle. They judged wari
ly and inscrutably.
They arranged an hour Of meeting at
the Delmonico restaurant.
In front OF the postoffice Bob met
Joyce Crawford. The young woman
had fulfilled the promise Of her girl
hood. AS she moved down the street,
tall and slender. there was 4 light.
joyous freedom in her step
Miss Joyce, he's here" Bob said
"Who-Dave?"
Yes, maam. Dave! He's right here
in town. Met him half an hour ago."
When can see him?" she asked
Bob looked at his watch. II got
an appointment to meet him at Del.
monico's right now"
Joyce was young woman who
made swift decisions. I'm go with
YOU" she said.
Sanders was standing in front Of the
restaurant. but he was faced in the
other direction. His flat, muscular
back was rigid. In his attitude was a
certain tenseness. as though his body
was n bundle of steel springs ready
to be released
Bob's eye Travelled swiftly past him
to fat man rolling up the street on
| the opposite sidewalk. ITS Ad Miller,
back from the pen. I heard he got
out this week." he told the girl in
low voice.
| Joyce Crawford felt the blood ebb
| from her face. 1t was as though her
heart had been drenched with ice
water. What was going to take place
between these men? Were they armed?
She knew that each was responsible
| for the others prison sentence. San
der had followed the thieves TO Den
yer and found them with his horse.
The fat crook had lied Dave into the
penitentiary by swearing that the boy
had fired the first shots. Now they
We're meeting for the first time since.
| Miller had been drinking. The sign
of the Delmonico had caught his eye
and he remembered that ne was hun.
cry.
He took one step-stopped. He had
recognized Sanders. His eyes narrowed.
The head on his short red neck was
thrust forward
"Goddemightyr' he screamed. and
next moment was plucking a revolver
from under his left armpit.
Bob caught Joyce and swept her
behind him, covering her with his body
as best he could. At the same time
Sanders plunged forward arrow.straight
and swift. the revolver cracked. r,
spat fire a second time. n third. The
| tiger-man. head low. his whole splendid
body vibrant with energy, hurled him.
self across the road as though he had
been flung from n catapult. A streak
Of fire ripped through his shoulder. An.
other shot doomed almost simultaneous.
ly. lie lhudded hard into the fat
paunch OF the gunman. They wen,
down together.
The fingers OF Dawes left hand
closed on the fat wrist ~ the gambler.
His other hand tore the revolver from
I the slack grasp. The gun rose and
fell. Miller went into unconscousness
without even groan. The corrugated
butt of the gun had crashed down on
his forehead.
against a telephone pole for support.
Are you hurt she asked.
Dave looked NJ Joyce. wondering
az her presence here. Hes the one
that's hurt" he answered quietly.
Il thought was afraid" Her
voice died away. She felt her knees
grow weak. To her this man had ap.
Geared TO be plungIng straight 70
death.
No excitement In him reached the
surface. His remarkably STEADY eyes
still held their GRIM hard tcnscness.
bet otherwise his sclfcontrol was per.
feet. lie was absolutely lm1erWrbab,e.
"lIc was Shootin' wild. Sorry yeu
Were here. Miss Crawford" His eyes
swept the gathering crowd You'd
better go. don't you reckon"
Yes You come too. pleaser'
Tho girls voice broke.
At the second corner hc stopped.
evidently intending to 20 no farther
"lll say goodhy. for this Time. III
want TO see Mr.. Crawford right soon"
Can YOU come up to SEQ father
tonight"
Maybe tomorrow
Hell be anxious to sec YOU. |
want you and Rob to come to dinner
sunday"
I Don't hardly think III be here
Sunday. Ny plans aren't settled Thank
YOU just the Same. Miss Crawford"