The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-06-28

IL don't know just where. I wasn't
noticing just which way We rode. She
did the leading. | don't know how ]
ever got back"
Didn't she tell you where you
were maxim fo'?"
"She didn't name II. II was a little
lake In some canyon where Molly said
there used 10 he beavers"
Beaver Dam canyon" said Sandy
eXultantly. You left here bout
seven How fast did you trail?"
1--WE walked the horses most of the
time. II was all uphill. And | looked
at my watch a little before il hap.
pened. II was q quarter of eleven.
We saw some men ahead Of us. Molly
wondered who they could be. Then
they disappeared. We were riding in
a pass and two of them showed again.
coming out of the trees ahead Of us.
One Of them, on a big black horse,
held up his hand"
"Jim Pllmsoll! !"
"Yes. Molly recognized him and
spoke TO him to get out Of the trail.
Grit was trailing us. Plimsoll
wouldn't nov I heard more horses
back Of us and ] turned to look. Two
more men were coming up beh'n
Molly spurred Blaze on and cut at
PlimsOll with her quirt. He grabbed
her hand with his left. Grit sprang
up nj him and he got out his gun from
the shoulder sling and shot him."
"ShOt the dawg? Hit himf"
Yes, In the leg. He fired at him
again. but. Grit got into the brush"
"Jest what were you dom all the
timer" Sandy knew the lad was a
tenderfoot. knew he would have been
small use on such an occasion, but
the thought Of Grit rising to the res
cue, falling back shot, brought the
taunt.
1.-THE two men behind told me to
throw up my hands," said young
Keith, his face ~reddening. "What
could | do?"
"Nothln', son. You c'dn't have done
a thing. Go on"
iioo t"lStt'l blDllN - WTlSI so
that the quirt fell TO the ground. The
man who was with him tossed his
rope over her and they twisted II
round her arms. | had the muZzIe
of a rifle poked into my ribs. They
made me get off my horse. And they
made me walk back along the trail.
They fired bullets each side of me and
laughed AT me when I lodged" Don
AIDS eyes were filed with tears of
self-pity and the remembrance of his
helpless rage. 81 didn't know what
to do. ] couldn't rescne Molly with.
out a horse. | only had q revolver
against their rifles and Tn not much
Of a shot. ! tried to get back here
but II was hard to find the way. I
was all in when your man found me-"
"All right, my sen. Keith, I'm GO
In to borrow that flask of yores.
Might need It,"
He jumped from the car, flask in
hand. and III to the ranch house.
Kate Nicholson met him as he en-
tered. "Has anything happened to
aloily! she ghSpeu.
That's what I'm goin' to find out"
Sandy answered. Mormon, git me
my cartridge belt an some extry
shells To- my rife"
"You amt takin' Sam?" asked Nor
mon. returning with the cartridge
belt. Sandy's rifle and a box Of shells.
"Sam amt comm" said Sandy, fill
ing his rifle magazine and breech,
slowing away extra clips. Tin goin'
In alone. Mon one 'ud be likely to
spoil sign, Mormon. mon one Is like
ly to advertise we're comm. They're
liable to leave a lookout. Plimsolps
clearin' OF Of the country an I'm
trailin' him clear through HI II
have to. Eff he's harmed Molly I'll
stake him out with a green hide
wrapped around him an his eyelids
sliced of. I'll SIT In the shade an
watch him frizzle an yell when the
hide shrinks In the sun. This Is my
private play. Mormon. You an Sam
can back II up. but I'm handlin' the
cards."
He left the room and they saw him
covering the ground In q wolf trot TO
where Sam. astride his own favorite
mount. held Pronto ready saddIed. |
They saw Sans protest. Sandy's Wig |
orous overriding of II. and then Sandy |
was u%p-saddle and away at a brisk
lope with Sam gazing after him dis
Keith's car was turning
for the trip TO Hereford. spurning the
dust of the Three Star ranch forever |
land not lamented.
Sandy. his yes like the mica fakes |
that show In gray granite. his humor- |
Gus mouth a stern line. little lunches |
OF muscles M the junction OF his Jaws. |
held The pinto TO q steady lope TINT |
ute up the ground. drifting straight
and fast across country for the y
ing In the mesa that he had marked
as the shortcut to the spot described
by Donald Keith. Every now and
then he talked his thoughts aloud. MS
The lonely rider Will and. n the pinto
could NOT understand. he listered
with pricked ears.
Grit must have been hurt prifty |
had. I'm afraid. Wonder who theI
three we're with PilmsnIl7 They've
gone TO the Hideout an we got to fpd |
Il. Irr hawss. Some job. I reckon