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CHAPTER vi-continued.

Molly came out on the porch carry
ing a small grip packed with her few
belongings, Grit beside her. Sandy
nodded to her, busy giving instruc-
lions to two riders. Mormon and sam
waved and she went over 10 them.
swinging up TO the rail beside them.
"Jim," said Sandy, %" want you
should ride out to'ards Hereford an
hide on. atop OF Bald butte. You
don't need To stay there any later
than noon. Take a fiash-glass with
you. II any of the sheriff's crowd
comes erlong. anyone who looks like
he might be servin' papers, sabe, you
flash a message. Make IL a iye-fash
To- anything suspicious. a ~three-lash
TO anyone shackin' this way. even IL
you fgger they're plumb harmless"
"Seguro, Miguel" With the slang
phrase, Jim, an outstanding young
chap, despite his horse-bowed legs,
walked over TO the bunk house for
ilash-mirror and gun, came back to
his already caught-up and saddled
horse. and cent streaming or for the
Bald butte in a cloud Of dust. Sandy
called to Buck Perches. oldest of his
riders, whose exposed skin matched
the leather of his saddle.
Buck, eff any visitors arrives
while we're gone. you entertain 'em
same as | w'ud. w'udn't be SUR
prised but what Jim Pllmsoll 'ud be
moseyin' erlong, with Sheriff Jordan
an mebbe N or two mo-. Mo- the
merrler. They'll be lookin' TO me an
Miss Molly with some readin' matter
that's got a seal to the bottom of II.
We won't be to home. You'll he the
only one to home 'cept Pedro an Joe.
They've got their instructions TO know
n0thln'. Y0u-you've stayed to the
ranch to do some flxin' OF yore saddle.
Started, but come back when yore
cinch busted. Sabe? All the rest
of the riders is on the range 'tendln'
business. When they left, an when
you left with 'em, me an Mormon an
Sam, with Miss Molly. was all here.
So you supposed. Don't let 'em think
yo're planted to feed 'em information.
Up to you. Buck. to act natcherul."
I'm sure do that. I sabe the play"
Then we'll light out soon's we're
packed. Got yore war-bag. Mollyf'
II haven't said good-by to Dad. or
Grit she said.
Sandy nodded. Reckon you'd like
60 do that alone. Suppose you take
Grit with o to the spring an then
leave him up In yore room."
I lie knows Pm goin'. told him
last night. but he knew II 'thont that
Molly spoke I'm a monotone. She was
pale and her eyes showed lack of
sleep. but she had fought the thlag
out with herself and she was going
to be game. She gave Sandy her grip
and walked off toward the cotton.
woods. Grit no5ed along in her
shadow. his muzzle touching her skirt
II was sim eooi. the dust rose about
them In eddies as the three Musketeers
and Molly crossed the slowly descend
Ing slope of the sink that presently
mounted again toward the far-of
range.
Either Mormon or Sam sat always
with neck twisted. watching for Q
fash-signal from the butte. Some
times Molly relieved them as lookout
but hour after hour passed without
sign.
Close to noon they reached a wafer
Ing hole. with water nome too cool q
sweet. but stlll welcome There the
b~uckSklns we're unhitched. rubbed
down and, aitsr they had cooled or
given water and grain. A. they ate
rnctus, Sandy suddenly gave q grunl
pf satisfaction. pointing with out
stretehed forefinger 70 the butte. Five
flashes had fiickered up. They were
repeafcd. i'm had signaled a suspl-
rious party on their way to Three
Star. The sheriff was out with his
papers.
I'VE got I'VE hours staht," said
sandy. s.BIade close 70 thirty mile
They've GOT ~thIrty-ase % make. Take
mon fwo hours, countin Ques'
dams With Duck. Good cneuel, See
,nrthine az the boys. SAINT They
oueht to be showin' up. tod EN-
.s0n tins. announced ssln. 1ks