The Winslow mail., 1923-12-21
GIFT OF THE DESERT

"By Cd! Who are your" he
snarled savagely. "What the hi do
you want?"
THE first is of no Importance. Mea-
ger" returned Kelleen with emphasis.
But I'll answer the latter question.
Unbuckle your belt. Go on; know
what you're doing. Yes; take it off.
I've got you boys covered; make one
false move, and you'll sure taste lead.
Now throw that belt about the Mexi-
can-Sure l know who you both are;
| came here cunning for you two
guys-arOund his arms-now. d-n you,
draw it tight! Yes-that's exactly
what mean-strap them to his
body"
Just what happened is not clear.
Kelleen could not see; he dare not
take d step closer to make sure. The
chances are that Sanchez had two guns
at his waist He had discarded one,
but the other yet remained Not cer-
tain that he was not outlined against
the background of light, he dare not
attempt to draw; but now, his hands
about his arms, desperate bitter with
hate, his fingers must have gripped the
butt With one cOnvulsive effort he
fired in the direction of the voice The
bullet struck the side wall, sent a
splinter of rock tearing into Kelleens
cheek, yet, even as he staggered back
half blinded in the flame, he had
glimpse of the maddened Mexican,
running blindly down the passage. An
instant the fellow stood out clear, his
head thrust forward, his arms still
held by the belt clasp; then Keleen
pulled trigger, and the runner sprawled
out, fiat and mOtiOnless, into the very
center Of that little pool Of daylight.
1t was the. swift work of an instant,
then darkness. and Meager's huge bulk
crushed Kelleen against the wall in
one mad effort to kill. For a moment
the smaller man, taken completely by
surprise, struggled helplessly to escape
the stranglehold of those cIutching fin
gers. The revolver dropped from his
hand, and he was forced resiStleSsly
backward, strangled, unable to tear
loose that viselike grip. AS the two
fell. however Meager's head struck
the rock, the sharp blow so dazing
him as to permit Kelleen an instant
of relief, a long, fresh breath, the re-
lease of one arm. Underneath him,
pressing against his hip, lay the gun
he had been forced to drop. With des-
perate effort he gained possession Of
the weapon, thrusting the muzzle saw
agely into Meagers side.
"D-n you'll" he choked. Feel that!
Get up, or I'll blow a hole clear
through you. You dirty brute, to kill
you would be a pleasure. Get clear
up! Do you know me nOw?"
The fellow, thoroughly cowed, shrink
ing back with the point of the revolver
still pressing hard against his rib,
suffered, but made no reply. The
widening radius of daylight gave Kel-
leen the outlines of his bulky figure,
but features were invisible.
what! not yet? I'm the Frisco
Kid! First you thought you'd double
cross me; then you decided murder
would do the job best. Well, Meager,
neither plan worked. I'm on to your
game, and I'm very much alive. Now
I've got you. Like to make a guess
why l don't kill your
"You-yOu want me to squeal first"
Meager hesitated, and Kelleen's gun
pushed harder.
"You better spit it out, Bob; I'd
sure love to shoot"
'Well, d-n you. what's the differ
ence? Garrity told me the fellow was
hiding in here somewhere. Manuel