The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-08-09
BIZ RANDALL PARRISH
Copydsh, by A. c. MeClurs s Co.

W00ld only Dreak uOWn ana cry, I'M
der no conditions could she he of the
slightest service, her terror Of her
stepsOn was the real cause of her
nervous breakdown.
No, there was absolutely no m T.
rely upon but herself. And what
could she do? The girl stood up In
the darkness, her hands gripped, her
eyes on the opening through the
chaparral leading toward the house
the trail along which Bob Meager had
disappeared. She must follow him
there was nowhere else for her to go.
She must face this thing alone, with
all the desperate courage she could
muster. If the worst came she must
act, swiftly, declslyely-even to kill
ing the monster. There was no other
choice left, no other possibility of
escape. But where could she procure
a weapon? She possessed none of her
own; had never dreamed Of owning
such a thing, yet they were plentiful
enough about the ranch. Surely one
could easily be secured.
Impelled by this thought Of self
defense, realizing clearly that she
could turf nowhere else with any hope
of escaping this defIement; that she
could neither fee the place nor find
assistance, Deborah, the color high in
her cheeks, her lips firmly pressed In
determination, advanced resolutely
through the darkness toward the
house. She would defend herself at
all hazards; before she would submit
TO that brute she would shoot to kill.
The men Of the home ranch were
evidently at supper, the big dining
hall heiEg lighted, and, as she slipped
past the unshaded windows, she had
glimpse Of the fellows within and
heard their voices cOnversing loudly
in Spanish. They were a motley
bunch, scarcely a face down the long
praved-the scum Of Mexico, the ma
jority exhibiting Indian blood. They
were a precious gang Of rufiians, in
deed, worthy Of their master, and the
girl crept away, glad to escape the
sound Of their voices. There was a
single dim light burning In the bunk
house, but no sign Of any occupant.
Undoubtedly every hand on the place
was at supper, and no better oppor-
tunity could be found In which to
seek for and appropriate some forgot
ten weapon. She advanced cautiously,
listening ~intently for any sound, eager
to accomplish her object. Once armed.
she would feel more confident: the
very touch Of a weapon in her hand
would bring her renewed courage.
The clubhouse was a long building
Of adobe, the hunks lining the walls.
open at both ends, the only light a
lantern swung from a center beam.
The glass Of this was blackened with
smoke, and only a dim radiance made
the interior barely visible. However
there were no occupants. Without
hesitation, but with heart beating
wildly, she slipped silently within, her
eager eye swiftly searching the va
cant hunks and the wooden pegs
above, on which dangled a miscella-
neous collection of garments. She adj
vanced gingerly, satisfied that II any
occupant had left his, belt behind II
would be found In one OF the hunks.
She had gone entirely down one
side, and moved across to the other
before she found what she sought, ner
heart leaping exultantiy as she per-
ceived the CLEAN OF a steel barrel in
the dim light. 1t lay fully exposed on
top Of a dirty blanket, a wicked-look-
ing "A In d well-worn holster, with q
belt containing a half-dozen cartridges.
She grasped these In her hands, on
scious, even as she did so, of the
sound OF voices outside. The men
were already returning; scarcely a
moment remained before some of them
would enter the upper door. The mo-
ment was sufficient TO permit the
girl to dash out of the
lower entrance into the darkness be-
yond. and crouch there, the prize still
securely In her hands. waiting oppor-
to steal away toward the pro-
Of the ranchhouse. None of
the fellows chose that entrance, but
In through the. other without
a car In the world.
The two who had entered first
stretched themselves out In hunks op-
posite each other. putting vigorously
on their cigarettes. and conversed In
English. evidently proud of the ac-
complishment. One she recognized as
Juan Sanchez. who had accompanied
Bob Meager on his return, and had
been made foreman. a swarthy,
half-breed. with a long mus
tache and . livid zeal on one cheek.
The other was an Indian. a mere boy,
but with cruel mouth, and face hid
from pockmarks. Sanchez called
him Pedro, yet talked % him as he
might to q dog. 1t was the boy who
questioned eagerly:
wat he say senor--the mani /
hear eet not all. the fools they make
mucha noise. We have fiestar"
Sanchez blew a cloud OF smoke into
the polluted air. fiip7sng the ash OF his
cigarette onto the floor.
Plenty drink, Pedro,v he said lndo-
IAN no work tomorrow. The
boss he marry"
Marry ! the gringof How that be
again. senorr' and Pedro sat up. dan
Cling his feet cver the edge Of the
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