The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-04-26

most to insenslbility as to what might
be going on. soaked and chilled to
impness. Sandy got her out Of the
saddle and into a shallow cave in a
sandy bank. The next thing she knew
a fire was leaping and sending light
and warmth into her nook.
Eat this, Molly, an we got to be
on our way" Sandy was handing her
a cupful of hot. savory stew, made
for the trip, warmed up hastily, the
best kind Of a meal after their siren
nous experience, though Sandy be-
moaned It's quality.
Fingered you an me 'ud eat on the
Pullman t%ernight," he said. But this
snack1l do us no harm. Well git a
cup Of coffee In Caroca If there's a
chance"
She gulped the reviving food crate
fully. strength coming back with the
fuel that gave both warmth and mo-
tive power. Soon they were jogging
on down the wide trough of the can
yon. They crossed a white road. I'M
fenced but evidently a main source
of travel though now deserted.
County line runs plumb down the
middle of the road announced Sandy.
There's the lights of Caroca blinkin'
away to the left. Too bad we missed
the train. SleepyT'
"Some," she admitted.
"Me, too" lied Sandy companion
ably.
Coming down from the mesa he had
talked with her about Barbara Red
ding, how welcome she would make
Molly and what she would do for her.
Molly had listened silently.
They entered the little town. once
a cattle station, now renamed In mu-
steal Spanish. Caroca-A Caress-a
spot where fruits were grown and
flowers bloomed the year round wher-
ever the water caressed the earth.
Sandy rode the mare into the livery
where the last skirmish between hoof
and rim, iron and rubber tire. was
being fought, and called for Chuck
Goodwin.
A stout man came out, not so heavy.
not so big as Mormon, but sheathed
in flesh with the armor Of ease and
good living. He peered up at Sandy,
then let out n shout.
you iong-legged. ornery, freck1e-
faced, gun-packin' galoot, Sandy
Bourke! Light off N that cayuse.
you an yore lady friend. Where in
time did you-all drop from?"
"Come across the mesa. Like to
git washed across through Paso
Cabras.' said Sandy. Miss Casey,
let me make you 'quainted with Chuck
Goodwin, one time the best hawss-
sheer In the seven Cactus states. now
sellin' oil an gasoline at fancy prices,
rot to mention machines TO which he
Is agent"
SCOT a few oats left 20 yore
hawsses, Sandy. Miss, won't you
come inside the office? Where you
bound. SandyY
"We was amin TO catch the seven
O'Clock train east, maxim TO New
Mexico an the Redding ranch. where
Miss Casey is to visit fo' a spell. but
we found the trail bad an a cloud
bust finally set us back so we quit
hurryin' an loafed In. Chuck, have
you got a machine you c'ud rent us,
with a driver?"
You can have anything | got in the
place with laigs or wheels, an well
come. Coin to the old Redding
ranch? Give my howdedo to Miss
Barbara. or Mrs. Barbara as she Is
now. But" He looked at the wall
clock. Its a quarter of ten. Yore
trains been altered TO suit main line
schedules. She don't come through
till nine-thirty an she's gen'ally late
maxim the grade. l amt heard her
whistle yet. Hop In my car an well
Jest about make her. She don't do
much more'n hesitate at Caroca when
she's behind time"
He hurried them out on the street
to where a car stood by the curb.
Molly and her few belongings got In
behind. Sandy mounted with Goodwin.
"You'l take good care of the
hawsses. ChuckY' he said. "Pn prob
ably be back for 'em myself in three
TO days."
SECURE" Goodwin stepped on his
starter and the Hywheel whirred to
sputtering explosions. Another , r
came iimping down the street. fiat ON
both rims of one side. It's paint pIas-
tered with mud. one light out. tire
other dimmed with mire. The driver
called to Goodwin.
(which way to the depotg"-
Goodwin. his hand on the lever,
foot on the clutch. was astounded 70
hear Sandy kissing out
Don't tell 'em. Scoot ahead full
speed" Then. over his shoulder to
the girl. "Crouch down there, Molly
Goodwin was still q man OF action
and he knew Sandy Bourke OF old.
Out came the pedal, the gears engaged
and the car shot ahead. bcnenth a
swinging arc light. Sandy's haf-rim
did not sufficiently shade his face o.
Moliy's action had not been swift
enough. There came a yell and a
string of curses from the .rippIed car.
which backed and turned and FOL.
lowed. its torn treads tapping.
Goodwin asked no questions OF
sandy. II the latter wanted ever 10
Tell him why he required a quick exit