River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1923-06-21
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CHAPTER Ito the Three-Bar ranch.
Arizona. owned jointly by Sandy Bourke.
Mormon" Peters and ''Soda-Water Sam
Manning, a dog makes its way, in the
last stages of exhaustion. inscription on
its collar says it's name is Grit, property
of r. Casey" Seeming desert trag
Bourke and Sam mount and let the dog
lead them.
CHAPTER 1.-THE two find a 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.
CHAPTER Hit is agreed that Molly
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
grubstaked Casey, which made him the
old mans partner Mormon drives him off,
CHAPTER IV-Starting with a gold
eagle. Molly's luck piece, Sandy, with
Sam, plays faro at Plimsolls place, win
ming in the neighborhood of $4,000.
CHAPTER VT is arranged that Molly.
TO whom the half of Sandy's winnings be-
long, shall go East to be dedicated"
CHAPTER VIA neighbor, Miranda
Bailey. warns the ranchers that Jim Plim-
soil, as Patrick Casey's partner" claims
guardianship of Molly. and the authori-
ties stand in with him. Sandy determines
to take the girl to New Mexico, visiting
on the way an old friend, Barbara Red
ding for advice as to Molly's going East
The three men. with the girl, set out
CHAPTER vII.-Pursued by the sheriff.
the ranchers separate, Mormon and Sam
returning, and Sandy and Molly going on.
continued from June ID
'Take turn about the horn! !" he
shouted Hang to the end yo'se'fl"
He sent the line jerking back, whis-
Ting as it streaked across the girls
shoulders. She clutched for it, with
plenty of slack, snubbed 1t about the
saddle horn, chung to the end, made
a blight of it about her body.
Sandy spoke to the mare
STEADY, III lady, steady" The
rope was about his own horn; he
thanked God that he had examined the
cinches Of Molly's saddle. The bay
was cat-footed; with the help of the
mare Sandy believed he could dig and
scrape and climb to safety.
He felt Goldie stiffen beneath him,
braced against the strain she knew
was coming. The taut lariat hummed,
II bruised into Sandy's thigh. Behind,
the bay snorted. struggling CALAMITY.
They were poised on the brink Of
death for a moment, two-three-and
then the mare began to move slowly
forward, neck curved, ears cooked to
her masters urging, while the hay
sloshed through the treacherous muck,
found foothold, lost 1t, made frantic
leap, another, and landed trembling
on the ledge. Sandy leaped from his
saddle and caught Molly, sliding from
her seat In sheer exhaustion and the
revulsion of terror, clinging closely
to him.
'I'm all right" she said. II was
scared an yet | knew you'd pull me
out. I'm plumb shamed of myself.
Jest like a id gel to act that way"
"Shucks! You wasn't half as scared
as the bay. Wonder did he strain
himself?" He passed clever hands
over the bays legs. talking to 1t.
"Yo're all right, OF surelegs. Right
as rain" Sandy recoiled his lariat,
gave Molly hand to her foot to lift
her to her saddle, mounted himself,
and they rode slowly down. The tur-