The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-04-21

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TREMENDOUSLY to accept.
on, please. 10 II iate7" Her glance
swept down the car and DOL In the
fact that her section alone was not
made up. Il didn't knOw-why, what
time is itY"
Most twelve, ma'am," replied the
aggrieved porter severely.
She flashed a look of reproach at
her companion and blushed again as
she fed with her bag to the ladies'
dressing room.
The train was rolling through the
cOrDfieIds of the Middle West when the
ArizOnan awOke. He was I'D early.
bu1 u o long before Kitty Mason, who
was joined at once by Durand.
"Shucks! Nothin' TO ii %a-tall," jthe
range-rider assured himself. THAT
HI girl must have the number Of this
guy. She's firth with him to bea:
three Of a kind. but III bet a dOgie
she knows right where she's at"
Clay did no In the least believe his
" argument. If he had come from a
city he would have dismissed the mat
ter as non of his business. But he
came from the clean Southwest where
every straight girl is under the pro-
lection of every decent man. If she
was in danger because Of her limo
1t was up to him TO look after
her. There was nc more competent
man in Graham county thar Clay
Lindsay. but he recognized that this
was a delicate affair in which he must
mOv warily.
On his way TO the diner at noon the
%range-rider passed her again. She was
alone for the moment and as she
leaned back her soft round throat
showed a beating pulse. Her cheeks
were burning and her starry eyes were
looking into the future with a happy
smile.
You pore little maverick" the man
commented silently.
The two had the table opposite him.
AS the wheels raced over a culvert to
the comparative quiet of the ballasted
track beyond, the words of the man
reached Clay.
" and well have all day to
So the city. Kid"
Kitty shook her head. There was
hesitation in her manner, and the man
was quick to make rhe most of IL.
"And it won't cost you a cent, grille"
he added.
But the long lashes Of the girl lifted
and her baby-blue eyes met his with
shy %reproach. Il don't think | ought"
she b%reathed, color sweeping her face
in a vivid flame.
you should worry" he scoffed.
Lindsay knew the girl was weaken
ing. She was no match for this big,
dominant. two-fisted man.
The jaw of the COW puncher set.
This child was not fair game for q
like Durand. When Clay rose to
leave the diner he knew that he meant
to sit in and take a hand.
The train was creeping through the
thickly settled quarter where the poor
. people are herded when Clay
Durand on the shoulder.
Like to see you a moment in the
he said In his gentle voice.
The eyes of the two men met and
the gambler knew at once mat this
man ana lie were destined to be en-
No man had ever said that Jerry
was not game. He rose prompt
y ana followed the westerner from the
swinging along with the light, cat
Ike irc"d acquired by many pugilists.
TIE H""r Of the vestibule had been
'aiStti and the outer door of the car
Durand fynnd time to won
Ter why.
The cOwpuncher turned on him with
IN abrupt question. Can you swimr'
The eyes Of the ward boss narrowed.
What's that to your ne demanded
"NOthin' to me, but a good deal to
on. I'm Amin to drop you in the
when we cross"
"Is that SOP" snarled Durand.
You're quite a joker, amt you? Well.
nit me. But let's get this clear 70
Vell know where we're at. What's
Him you, rube?' i
Il don't like the color of yore hair {
r the cut OF yore clothes,' drawled
lindsay. You've got a s~ure-enough
ad eye, and I'm tired Of ~travelin' in
ore company. Let's get off, me or
on one"
In the slitted eyes Of the BOwery
there was no heat at all.
hey were bleak asa heavy winter
Orn. Suits me fine. You'll not travel
18th me much farther. Here's where
beat the place"
The professional dashed out sudden
with his left. But Clay was not at
le receiving end of the blow. Always
lick as lightning, he had ducked and
His steel-muscled arms tight
about the waist Of the other. A g
jolt to the cheek he disre- B
Irded. s
Before Durand had set himself to 8
eet the plunge he found himself fly Il