The Raymer enterprise., 1923-08-23

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I've heard all about him. And Monty |!
Monty's the real oid-fashioned gun
man. What I don't understand Is how
Monty keeps 50 quiet and easy and
peaceful.llke. That's not his way. with
such an outfit lookin' for trouble.
o-ha! Now for the grand bluff. Looks
like no fight at all"
The guerrilla leader he'd ceased his
restless steps and giances. and turned
to Stewart with something Of bold
resolution In his aspect.
"Graclas, senor," he said. @Adios."
He swept his sombrero In the direc-
tion Of the trail leading down the
mountain to the ranch; and as he COM
Dleted the gesture q smile, crafty and
jeering, crossed his swarthy face.
Ambrose whispered 50 low that
Madeline scarcely heard him. III the
Greaser goes that way he'll and our
horses and get wise to the trick. Oh,
he's wise now! But I'll gamble he
never even starts on that trail"
Neither hurriedly nor guardedly
Stewart rose out Of his leaning posture
and took Q couple Of long strides
toward Don Carlos.
go back the way you came" he fair
ly yelled; and his voice hal the ring
Of q bugle.
Ambrose nudged Madeline; his Wills
per was tense and rapid: Don't miss
nothin'. Genes called him. What
ever's comm on will be here quick as
lightnin. See! I guess maybe that
Greaser don't savvy good q. s. lingo.
Look at that dirty yaller face turn
green. Put one eye on Nels and
Montyl That's great-just to see
'em. Just az quiet and easy. But oh.
the difference! Bent and stif-that
means every muscle 10 like a rawhide
rlata. They're watchin' with eyes that
can see the workin's Of them Greasers'
minds. Now there amt q hoss-hair
between them Greasers and h-l~
Don Carlos gave Stewart one long
malignant stare; then he threw back his
bead. swept up the sombrero. and bis
evil smile showed cleaning teeth.
"Senor-" he began.
With magnificent bound Stewart was
upon him. The guerrills's cry WIS
throttled In his throat. A fierce
wrestling ensued. too swift to see
clearly; then heavy, sodden blows, and
Don Carlos was beaten to the ground.
Stewart leaped back. Then, crouch
Ing with his hands on the butts Of
guns at his hips, he yelled. he thun-
dered at the guerrillas. He had been
quicker than q panther. and now his
voice was so terrible that It curdled
Madellne's blood, and the menace Of
deadly violence In his crouchlng POSI-
ton made her shut her eyes. But she
had to open them. In that single in
stant Nels and Monty had leaped to
Stewards side. Both were bent down,
with hands on the butts Of guns at
their hips. Nels' piercing yell seemed
to divide Monty's roar Of rage. Then
they ceased, and echoes clapped from
the crags. The silence Of those three
men crouching like tigers about to leap
was more menacing than the nerve
racking yells.
Then the guerrillas wavered and
broke and ran for their horses. Don
Carlos rolled over, rose, and staggered
away. to be helped upon his mount.
He looked back, his pale and bloody
face that Of 4 thwarted demon. The
whole band got into action and were
gone In moment.
II knew It." declared Ambrose.
"Never seen a Greaser who could face
gun-play. That was some warm. And
Monty Price never flashed a gun! He'll
never get over that. ! reckon. Miss
Hammond, we're some lucky to avoid
trouble. Gene had his way, as you
Seti. We II De tuuhiu tiuSho AoH tuc
ranch In about two shakes"
"Whyr whispered Madeline, breath
lessly. She became conscious that she
was weak and shaken.
Because the guerrillas sure will get
their nerve back, and come sneakln'
Oh our trail or try to head US of by
ambushin'," replied Ambrose. 'That's
their way. Otherwise three cowboys
couldn't bluff a whole gang like that.
Gene knows the nature Of Greasers.
They're whlte-livered. But I reckon
we're In more danger now than before,
unless we get a good start down the
| mountain. There! Genes calm.
Come! Hurry"
Helen had slipped down from her
vantage point, and therefore had not
seen the last act In that little camp
dre drama. 1t seemed. however, that
her desire for excitement was salts.
| fed for her face was pale and she
| trembled when she asked II the guer.
rillas were gone.
Ambrose hurried the three women
over the rough rocks. down the cliff.
The cowboys below were saddlina
horses In haste. Swiftly, with regard
only for life and limb, Madeline, Helen
and Christine were lowered by lassoes
and half carried down to the level. BY
the time they were safely down the
other members Of the party appeared
on the cliff above. They were In ex'
cellent spirits. appearing to treat the
/ o,atfar aa a hu1a inkQ