Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1923-07-12

TIL have the United States c%avalr.
here In six hours, and you can gamble
they'll get what my cowboys leave o.
YOU"
tor and gratefully relieved at Stew
arts leniency or else he was thorough
ly cowed by references to the troops.
ISL, Sen6ri Gracias. Senori" he ex-
claimed; and then. turning away. he
called TO his men. They hurried after
him, while the fallen yaquero got to
his feet with Stewards help and stag
gered across the courtyard. In a mo-
ment they were gone leaving Have
and his several comrades behind.
Have was spitefully ejectIng a wad
of tobacco from his mouth and swear
ing In an undertone about "white-liv-
cred Greasers." He cooked his red
eye spe~cuIativeIy at Stewart.
"Wal, / reckon as you're so heIl-bent
on dom 1t up brown tibet you'll try TO
fire me off'n the range. too7"
IF / ever do. Pat. you'll need TO be
carried on" replied Stewart. Just
now I'm politely inviting you and your
deputy sheFiHs to leave
wen go; but we're comm back
one OF these days. an when we do
We'll put you In irons"
Have, II you've got It In that bad
for me, come over here In the corral
and let's fight 1t out. You've got 1t In
for me. man TO man. Speak up now
and prove you're not the cowardly
skunk I've always thought you. I've
called your hand"
Muttering, cursing. pallld OF face,
Have climbed astride his horse. His
comrades followed suit. Certnin IT APP
peared that the sheriff was contend
ing with more than fear and wrath.
Savagely he spurred his horse, and as
II snorted and leaped he turned In his
led the way, with their horses clatter-
Ing into a canter. They disappeared
through the gate
When, later in the day, Madeline and
Florence, accompanied by Alfred and
StIIlwell, left Don Carlos ranch II was
not any too soon for Madeline. The
inside of the Mexican's home was
more unprepossessing and uncomfort-
able than the outside. The halls were
dark, the rooms huge. empty. and
musty and there was an air of silence
and secrecy and mystery about them
most fitting to the character Florence
had bestowed upon the place.
On the other hand. Alfred's ranch
house. where the party halted to spend
the night. was picturesquely located,
small and coy. campllke in the ar
rangement, aud altogether agreeable
to Madeline.
The days long ride and the exciting
events had wearied her. She rested
while Florence and the two men got
During the meal ii was not
lost upon Madeline that Florence APP
peared unusually quiet and thoughtful.
Madeline wondered a little ut the
cause. She remembered that Stewart
had wanted to come witty them. or de-
tail a few cowboys to accompany them,
but Alfred had laughed at the Idea
and would have none of II.
After supper Alfred monopollzed the
by describing what he
to do to improve his home be-
fore he and Florence were married.
Then at an early hour they all re-
Madeline's deep slumbers we're dis
by a pounding upon the wall,
md then by Florence's crying out In
answer to a caIl.
Get up Throw some clothes on
md come outr r
II was Aifred's voice.
whats the matter?' asked Flor
snce, as she slipped out of bed.
Alfred. is there anything wrongf"
added Madeline. sitting up.
The room was dark as pitch, but q
'aint glow seemed TO mark the posi-
ion of the window.
"Oh. nothing much" replied Alfred
Only Don Carlos rancho going up In
'moke." -
Fire T. cried Florence, sharply.
you'll think so when you see IL.
iurry out"
Florence helped Madeline to dress.
Then they hurrIedly stumbled yer
hairs, and. passing through the dining
went out upon the porch.
Away to the westward, low down
long the horizon, she saw leaptng red
Iames and wind-swept columns of
StillweIl appeared greatly per
urbed.
al, I'm lookin' fer that ammunition
0 blow up" be said. There was
nough of 1t TO blow the roof off the
"Bill, surely the cowboys would get
hat stuff out the first thing" replied
fired. anxiously.