Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-08-22

ne deemed IL wise W HidNe a iVt"H-
naissanee. He had no hotion If
being headleRg about anything, for
his mind was cool, despite his
anxiety about Sally Morgan. If she
had returned from the ride there
was no telling what hight have hap.
pened. He could see no sign of the
sheriff or the black horse; probably
they were around at the front Of
the house. He could not see any
body. SO he struck out at bold
walk to cover the few hundred
yards that interviewed between HIM
self and the kitchen door. By the
time he reached the goal he had re-
covered his breath.
The first thing he did was to peer
cautiously into the kitchen. Nobody
in sight, not even Timothy. There
was no kettle on the stove, which
meant that Sally was still away. He
was tempted to steal through the
house and see if the sheriff was out
front, but abandoned the idea, be-
cause he could see nothing to BE-
gained, even il he made the disc0v-
cry. After moment of thought he
turned his steps in the direction of
the corral.
The black horse was there, still
saddled. The Wreck stared grimly
at the beast, which he had seen be-
fore at the Bar-M, and of which he
knew the sheriff was uncommonly
proud. Bob Wells was undoubted-
ly up at the house, talking to I'm
derwood and hearing new lies about
the hold-up. Sally was still some
where out on the trail with Chester
Underwood. There was nothing fol
the Wreck but waiting.
He sat on the grass and prop
! ped his back against the cora
fence, keeping watch upon the trail
that led back to the hills, and also
upon the house. If he saw the
sheriff coming for his horse he
would disappear behind the nearest
shed. If Sally cafe first he woul1
be there to warn her. He found
little comfort in inaction, but it was
the only course for the present.
Half an hour later, still huddled
against the fence, he thought he
saw a dust cloud on the back trail.
Polishing his spectacles, he restored
them to his nose for another obser-
walton. Sure enough, there were
two riders coming. They were com
ing at gallop, too, and soon they
were so near that he could identify
Sally beyond any mistake. There
was fine grace and confidence ir
the way Sally handled herself in a
saddle, and it was not lost even
upon the Wreck, poor horseman that
he was. She could ride rings around
Chester Underwood.
He climbed to his feet as SALLY
swung herself out of the c&ddle, ard
she saw him for the fret time. She
flashed her quirt in salute,
Hello, Henry. We've had a bull
ly ride"
"Uhuh," he answered with nod.
The Wreck was trying to give hen
"a warning before she might betray
herself into an indiscretion. Not be.
ing adept at expressing his thoughts.
save in words, the best he could
do was to fash ion his features into
a queer, baleful grimace. Sally was
puzzled, and she showed it by a
wrinkling of her forehead, which
signified inquiry.
Chester slid off his horse, so
that for an instant his back was
turned. The Wreck quickly laid a
forefinger against his lips and jerk
ed his head in the direction of the
corral.
Sally looked, then stared, her
mouth opening slowly. She knew
the black horse out of million.
Bob Wells! Swiftly her glance
swung in the direction of the house
well" said Chester, shall we 90
up to the house? I'll see YOU all the
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