The Snowflake herald., 1923-04-20
SYNOPSIS

CHAPTER Ito the Three-Bar ranch
Arizona, owned Jointly by Sandy BOurke
Mormon" Peters and 'Soda-Water Sam"
Manning, a dog makes It's way, in the
last stages OF exhaustion. Inscription On
its collar says Its name Is Grit. property
of p Casey" Seeming a desert tragedy,
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 q 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 IrI.-It Is agreed that Molly
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 gold
Sam, plays faro at Plimsolls place. win
ming in the neighborhood of $4,000.
CHAPTER v.-It 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-
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 Moliy'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 gong on.
"I'll be glad when we start goin'
down, fer a change" she admitted
looking into the gloomy trough of the
canyon through which the night wind
soughed.
"l'll tighten up yOre cinches," said
Sandy. Worst of the climbs Jest
ahead. Then we start to drop down
tother side. You don't have to git
Off" He tugged at the feathers, his
knee against the bays ribs as she
grunted.
"You amt much furtheh to go, III
the way soon. an then u drink To
wash out yore mouth an the best feed
in Caroca fe' the pair of you
"Gits dark mighty quick up here.
said the girl
A great cloud was ballOoning above
them, like a dirigible that had lost
buoyancy and was humping along the
mesa ridge. Its belly was black. It's
western side ruddy in the sunset.
Sandy viewed 1t apprehensively. The
cloud was soggy with moisture. Burst
Ing, 1t would send torrents roaring
down every ravine, wash out wealth
cred masses of earth, sweep all be-
fore 1t as 1t gathered forces and
rushed out on the desert.
Where Molly anu Sandy rode they
were exposed to the first drench of a
cloudburst. Deeper in the pass, where
the flood would be confined. their
chance for escape would be infjni.
tesimal
Sandy examined bis own cinch and
frightened ii before he mounted. And
he whispered something In the mares
ear that caused her to lip his sleeve.
Let yore hawss have his own way,
Molly" he said. I'm lettin' Goldie
do the pickin' TO the lead ReadyY'
1t was growing cold in the twilight.
One spire ahead glowed golden. The
cloud drifted down upon it, glooming
and glowing on it's sunset side. The
crag pierced 1t, ripped it as it glided
along, like the knife of a diver in the
belly Of a shark. A cold wind blew
from the riven mass. Then came the
hiss of descending waters.
Through the steady patter began to
sound the savage voice of torrents
falling over cliffs. rapids rising and
surging ino deep gorges. The wetness
and the cold sapped Molly's vitality.