Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-02
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The Bi9-IoWn Round Up
By William Macleod Raine { IS
Copyright by William Macleod Raine s.
She stood paraly.ed for a momen
Copyright by william Macleod Rain.

DIX lOOu phF6lyZcO lOF q moment.
Out of the gathering darkness a
voice came to her sharp and clear.
Don't novel" 1t rang so vibrant with
crisp command that the girl, poised
for flight, stood still and waited in
white terror while the huge steer LUNA.
bered toward her.
A COW pony, wheeled as on a dol
lar, jumped to an instant gallop. The
man riding it was the n who had
warned her back to the car. Horse
and ladino pounded tver the ground
toward her. Each stride brought
them closer to each other as they
converged toward the sand spit. 1t
came to her with a gust Of panicky
despair that they would collide on the
did not run.
The rider. lifting his broncho for
ward at full speek, won by a fraction
of a second. He guided in such a way
as to bring his horse between her and
the steer. Without slackening his
pace in the leas. as he swept pastN the
man stopped ~low,-caught the girl be-
meath the arm-pits, and swung her
in front of him to the back of the
close behind that one of its horns
grazed the tail Of the COW pony.
1t was a superb piece of horseman-
ship. perfectly timed. as perfectly ex-
ecuted.
The girl lay breathless in the arms
Of the man, her heart beating against
his, here face buried in his shoulder.
She was dazed. half fainting from the
reaction of her fear. The next she
remembered clearly was being low
cred into the arms Of her father.
He held her tight, his face tortured
with emotion. She vas the very light
of his soul, and h had shaved death
by a hairs breadth. A miracle had
saved her, but he would never forget
the terror that had gripped him.
The girl snuggled closer to him,
her arms round his neck.
A yound man descended from the
car, handsome, trim, and well got up.
He had been tailored by the best
mans outfitter in New Work. Mo-
body on Broadway could order a din
ner better than he. The latest dances
he could do perfectly. He had the
reputation of knowing exactly the best
he proceeded to say it.
"Corking bit of riding-never saw
better. I'll give you my hand on
that, my man." y
The cowpuncher found a bunch of
manicured fingers in his rough. brown
paw. He found something also, for
after the pink hand had gone there
n iSkv-0OAAo1 b11l 110 lOOhCu
at it helplessly for a moment; then,
beneath the brown outdoor tan, a flush
Of anger beat into his face. Without
a word he leaned forward and pressed
the note into the mouth of the
broncho.
The buckskin knew it's master for a
very good friend. If he gave it some
thing to eat-well, there was no harm
in trying it once. The buckskin
chewed placidly for a few seconds,
decided that this was a practical
joke. and elected from It's month a
Shiny green pulp that had recently
been a treasury note.
The father stammered his thanks to
the rescuer Of the girl. IT don't know
what l a w do to let you know
. . . I don't know how l can ever
pay o for saving. .,.,."
Forget it," snapped the brown
man CURLY. He was an even-tem.
pered youth. as genial and friendly
as a half-grown pup. but just nov
the word pay irritated him as 9
red rag does a sulky bull.
III there's anything at all I can dc
Not a thing"
The New Yorker felt that he was
not expressing himself at all happily
! What he wanted was to show thi.
young fellow hat he had put him
under a lifelong obligation he could
never hope to wipe out.
IF o ever come to New York.
I'm not liable to go there. I dc
not belong there any more than vol
do here. Better drift back to Tucson
stranger. Take a FOOLS advice and