The Snowflake herald., 1923-04-06
SYNOPSIS

0INOF
CHAPTER Ito the Three-Bar ranch,
sS
Manning, a dog makes Its way, In the
last stages of exhaustion. Inscription on
Its collar says ITS nI name Is Grit. GRIT, properly
Bourke and Sam mount and let the dog
lead them.
CHAPTER 1.-THE two find dying
man. Patrick Casey. pinned under an
overturned wagon, and young girl, his
daughter. They get him out. but he dies
almost instantly. murmuring Molly
mines" Sandy takes the girl, Molly. to
the ranch.
stays as mascot" of the ranch. Sandy
| insists, though, that she must have an
education. Jim Plimsoll, gambler. visiting
the ranch, insults Molly. He claims he
old mans partner. Mormon drives him off.
CHAPTER Iv.-starting with, gold
Sam, plays faro at Plimsoll's place, win
| ming In the neighborhood of $4,000.
to whom the half of Sandy's winnings be-
long. shall go East to be dedicated"
You got good eyeslght," returned
Sandy. whats the idee? Eff you
shoot, don't miss, I'm holdin' tOl'able
close ternight."
His tone was almost good-humored,
tolerant, full of confidence.
"You was shOOtin' in town limits.
May have killed someone. Agin the
law to shoot inside the Herefo'd line.
I'm gOin' to take you in"
"You air2" Sandy's drawl was
charged with mockery How about
the HerefO'd men who stahted the fire.
works? Ell you want our guns,
Sheriff, come an take 'em. First
come, first served"
There was no forward movement.
A man swOre as his horse began to
| dance
"You go back an tell Jim Plimsoll
to do his own dirty wo'k. If he's got
any CUTS left fo' tryin'. Me, I'm goin'
home"
The sheriff and his hastily gathered
band of irregular deputies. working
In the interests of Plimsoll, knew.
with sufficient intimacy to endow
them with caution. the general record
Of Sandy Bourka and Soda Water
Sam. None of them wanted 70 risk a
shot-and miss. Sandy would not.
Even fatal wound might not pre-
vent him taking toll Sam was almost
as dangerous, They were politicians
rather than fighting men, every one
Of them. And they were tolerably
certain that Plimsoll had ambushed
sheriff clustered.
81 amt through with you yit, Sandy
Bourke I know where to find you"
"You-all are goin' to have mighty
| hard time findin' yo'se'f afteh election,
| Sheriff, as It Is. The cOwmen amt
crazy about you. They might take a
notion to escort you out Of the county
| limits
You're inside the town line. +"
II won't be in two minutes. Git out
of our road" said Sandy, his voice
| freezing In sudden contempt. He
| roweled ProntO and, with Sam even
| In the jump, they galloped through
| the half-ring without opposition.
| Horses were neck-reined aside to let
them pass. The wind sang by them
as they tangented off from the road.
| A shot or two announced the attempt
| Of some to save their own faces. but
no bullets came near the pair. The
! fuSillade was sheer bravado.
For almost a mile the two rode at
top speed, then they settled down to
a lope that ate up the miles--a walk
| at the end Of three-then lOpe and
| walk again, until the giant cotton
woods Of the Three Star rose from
the plain.
Mormon tiptoed heavily out on the
creaking porch with husky. "Hush y
| "What for
| "Molly's asleep. Sisted on waitin
up for you."
| "Well, we're here, amt we?' de-
manded Sam. "Me. got a scrape in
| my arm an some son of wolf
spilled my saddle. Sandy. he sortel
evened up fo' it."
"Bleedin'?' asked Mormon.
"Nope. Tied my bandanner. round
| It. Cold air fixed 1t. Shucks, 1t aims
nuthin'! Sandy's got green kaie
| plaster fO' it."
| "YOu wOn?"
did we win2 Wait till we show
yOu."
Molly met them as they went in
her eyes wide open, all sleep banished
"Was 1t luckpiece?" she de
manded.
Sandy produced the package oi
bills, divided it, showed over part.
"Your half" he said Five thou
sand bucks. Busted the bank. An
here's the riginal bet He showed
| the gold eagle, put it into her palm
Served me, now you take it," he
said. "Pllgit you chain 70 it, It's
sure mascOt-Same as you are-tht
Mascot Of the Three Star"