Evening star., 1924-05-18

beer and siged once more. Gosh,
you're tough too. amt you?"
Don't pull any of that stuff on
me-" Harrah tiared up. I'm telling
YOU. and when I'm telling you--watch
out And for that red headed
partner of yours
'Oh, choke il Off" ordered Daunt
less Harry Myrick wearily. Listen,
Harrah. | only weigh a hundred an
thirty three but there amt an ounce
o me that amt sick o your line.
I'm tellin' you. Me- He prodded his
chest I'm tellin' you! I've fought
everything thatl fight, includin
wildcats an missin' links. l fought
EN- with everything there is to fight
with-guns. knives, teeth. feet an stone
hatchets. An tonight I'm aching for
fight If you want to start any
thing. start ii right now or shut up
Bill Harrah's glaring puffed coun-
tenance hung motionless over the table.
Myrick rose and stretched.
An if you start anything with Red
Luke" he continued. 1'll take what S
left o YOU an put you to bed with
YOUR dirty leopards. Laugh that OF.
You punk"
LIE strode from the room and up
the street, feeling relieved or at
least some of the days accumulation
of venom Murphy's Eats Emporium
| was deserted, except for Red and
zoe de Lorme. who sat talking with
! their heads close together. His great
est emotion. as he passed the restau-
| rant and made his way toward the
| center of town. was comforting
| nreseutiment that he would have
good knock -down-and- -drag-out heht
| before the night was over
| In Murphy's Zoe was saying:
you're a nice boy, Red. ike you.
You're reg'lar fella." She suoked
his arm ingratiatingly. You ought
| to have a better partner than that
dried-up little shrimp"
That's all right, Zoe. Red oroke
! in Don't get it into your head tha'
Harry Myrick's any dummy
But he amt like you, Red. He
amt a gent'man.'
Red Luke made no response.
I'm mighty sick Of Bill Harran'
| continued Zoe He wants me 10
marry him. But he amt got no
nerve. He used to handle lions. an
one of EN- took a chunk out or ms
leg. Since then he amt had no nerve
at all. Gosh, l like a man with
nerver' Her gaze was admiring.
tatterirg. and Red warmed beneath
| it.
She moved closer to him. Say,
| she went on. I'D like TO get into
this air-e-o-plane game I'm sick o
| animals and Bill Harrah- got
| nerve, Red Let me take crack al
it. l can do all that junk that Harry
| Myrick pulls. Huh" Red"'
"Aw. YOU don't want To-
Sure, | do. An ] want to team
up with reglar gent'man. Lee me
| take whirl at it, Will you, Red p
Maybe" He shifted uneasily. Il
| wonder where Harry is"'
Dauntless Harry Myrick had been
| directed to a poker game.
Sitting in the game were the local
undertaken, the proprietor of the
cigar store where they played,
telegrapher, a man who said he was
on the road for a hardware house
and a jockey who was riding at the
fair Harry Myrick sat between the
salesman and the jockey.
The salesman complained Of the
draft and rose to close a window.
Harry Myrick shuffled the cards.
NF p ic Il
quietly asked the Jockey: You
heeled?"
Ticker" replied the jockey.
Myrick began dealing the cards. 1t
was a small pot, won by the owner
of the store, and the cards went to
the salesman. He paused in his
shuffiing to snif1e and to dab at his
nose with his handkerchief-then, as
| he was on the verge of dealing. his
face began to contract for a wrench
! ing. explosive sneeze.
Myrick knicked the jockey. who
leaned over to scratch his ankle. not
because it itched, but because he kept
his knife-his tickler-strapped to
the calf of his leg.
| violence of his sneeze and his hands
| jerked back into his lap He was
| just regaining his breath when Harry
| Myrick's right fist swept across the
table. caught him squarely on the
! mouth and sent him backward to the
| floor in a shower of cards.
Instantly Myrick was upon him and
! the room was in an uproar
Are you there, kid?"
I'm here" answered the jockey.
back to back with Myrick-an eight
| inch knife waving the others away.
Suddenly the salesman subsided.
Harry Myrick felt the mans pockets
and pulled forth an automatic Cat
like, he was on his feet, back against
the wall.
I'll plug the first man that lets
a zip out O. him." he announced.
"Pick up those cards an count s'em.
This bird was plantin a cold deck on
US. You got a lot O brass-you bum
hay ker!-to think you could pull
that sneezing game on me-
I'm call the police and have him
locked up" volunteered the proprietor.
starting toward the door.
You stay where you are" ordered
Myrick. Wen look through your
pockets next"
THERE were one hundred and four
cards upon the floor. The sales
mans pockets revealed two more
decks, one of them cold for q six
handed game and the other a used
deck. On a ledge under the table