The Snowflake herald., 1923-03-30
SYNOPSIS

CHAPTER Ito the Three-Bar ranch,
Arizona. owned jointly by Sandy Bourke.
Mormon" Peters and Soda Water Sam"
Manning, dog makes its way. In the
its collar says its name Is Grit. property
Of p. Casey" Seeming q 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 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 III.-It 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
"She's right" he said rive got 60
send her away. Me, I'm gOin' into
Hereford tonight. l aim to interview
Jim Plimsoll an then bust his bank.
One of you come erlong. Match fo' It."
"Bu'st the bank with whatT' asked
Sam.
Sandy produced the ten-dollar luck
piece and held 1t up.
'This. Mormon, choose yore side"
Heads"
Sandy tipped the coin. 1t fell with
a golden ring on the floor. Tails"
said Sandy, inspecting 1t. "YOu come.
SAM Staht afteh noon. Oil up yore
gun"
II knOwed I'd lose," said Mormon
dolefully. Dang my luck, anyway"
1t was a little after seven o'clock
when Sandy and Sam walked out Of
the Cactus restaurant, leaving their
ponies hitched to the rail in front.
They strolled down the main street of
Hereford and stepped outside the
place labeled Good Luck Pool Par
lors J. Plimsoll, Prop" The line
"Best Liquor and Cigars" was half
smeared out. Sandy patted gently the
butts of the two Colts in the hol-
sters, whose ends were tied down to
the fringe ornaments of his chaps
Sam stroked his ropey mustache and
eased the gun at his hip. Sandy
pushed open the door and went in. A
man was playing Garfield at a table
in the deserted bar As the pair en-
tered he looked up with "Howdy.
gents?' showing back a rickety table
and chair nOiSily on the uneven floor.
The inner door swung silently as at
a signal, and Jim Plimsoll came out
dropped in to hev a LII talk with
you an then take a buck at the tiger,
said talk bein' private" Sandy an
nOunced.
Plimsoll threw glance at the man
who had been posted for lookout and
he left with curious gaze that took
In Sandy's guns.
Sorry / was away from the ranch,
time you called" said Sandy, sitting
with one leg thrown over the corner
of the table. Hope to be there mex
time. / hear you-all claim to have an
interest in Pat Casey's minin' loca-
tiOns, his interest now bein' his daugh-
ter's?"
'That any of your business?
II aim to make 1t my business"
replied Sandy.
For moment the two men fought
a pitched battle with their eyes. It
was warfare that Sandy Bourke
was an expert in. The steel Of his
glance often saved him the lead in his
cartridges. Jim Plimsoll was no fool
to wage uneven contest. He fancied
he would have the advantage over
Sandy later, If the pair really meant
to play faro-in his place.
"I grubstaked him for the Hopeful
Dynamite discovery" he said. 1--WE
got witnesses"
"Well, Wen let that match slide
till the mines make a shown. Mean
time, there's talk goin' on In this town
concernin' the gel an her livin' at