The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-05-09
CopyrIght by W. c. chapman

| ION cnetk. Next moment w lnlOu wa
graphing with the thief Van 'Vors
? raised the revolver and brought II
; butt downward, smashing across Win
tons head
Winton dropped, but staggered to hi
| feet in time to see Van Worst leap int
the saddle and ride away like the wins
toward the desert. Then Sans shou
was heard. The negro appeared again
leading a horse by the halter the sad
die and bride across his arm.
He had remembered that Kash KEEP
horse in his stable, a racer which hs
had acquired cheap as the result of Q
bet, and owing to an injury to the ami
mails fetlock. II WAS one of the best
horses in Malopo, and the sight of II
between the shafts of Kash's cart had
created a good deal of feeling against
the Armenian.
Sam began to slip on the bride
hastily, while Winton, snatching the
saddle from him, adjusted it and began
to pull in the girth.
"I'll catch him!" said Sam.
Winton would at any other time have
been astonished at the transformation
IN the man. The negro who had run
yelling from the Chronicle office on the
day before now seemed devoid of fear.
''You get help for Ned Burns" said
Winton. and mounted
The horse needed no urging. 1t had
been kept for days together I'm Kash's
stable, its only exercise the pulling Of
the storekeepers cart on the slow
rounds of Malopo. The sense Of
the old days. 1t dashed off in pursuit
Of Van Worst as If Winton's mind COM
municated to its own the urgency Of
capture
Winton stuck to his seat doggedly
and tried to keep his senses. The
blow had reopened his old wound, and
the blood was pouring into his eyes in
a binding torrent. But he concentrated
all his will upon the chase. Unless he
could regain the diamond the syndicate
would Gust him from his control of the
Big Malopo, and make him the jest Of
the community which he had come to
hate.
And somehow he felt that he was. in
an unknown way, fighting for Sheila as
well as for his own.
Van Worst came into sight, little
speck far out upon the plains. He
had left the road and was striking
across the desert in the direction of the
native territories, ten miles away.
Malopo was a protectorate, the Grim
inal law of the colony ran there. In
the tribal lands, however, Van Worst |
could laugh at pursuit until he found |
his opportunity to slip across the bor-
der into the Transvaal or Damaraland. |
Winton knew this. The horse sight
ing the fugitive, threw all its efforts
into the chase and began to gain swift
~. 1t was an eeFy ride, across the
sand under the moonlight. Winton,
sick from the chloroform and the blow,
knew that he could not last long. but
how he was going to return he did not
stop to think. He felt in one of the
holsters and found revolver there.
And, holding the weapon in his hand.
he waited grimly while his horse over
hauled the other.
They had raced past an outlying
arm, which showed in the distance the
Doplars standing up like ghostly senti-
lels across the fiat Now nothing was
FisibIe anywhere except the desert.
Iialopo was far behind. 'Winton gained
steadily. He could distinguish that
IAN Worst turned to watch him. and the
lction slowed his horse for few mo- I
nents. Winton gained more and more.
Vow only two hundred yards separated ]
he fugitive and the pursuer.
When they were a hundred PAGES
part Van Worst swung round in the
addle and fired. The bullet flew into
he sand twelve PAGES away Now only .
fly PAGES separated them. Van Worst 5
ulled in suddenly and fired once more. ,
lie had only two more shots, and there :
rould be no time to reload. Winton !
alculated that; but the ball whistled ,
close, and this time he ,
twice. without effect. :
Van Worst sat on his beast like :
tatue. aiming carefully at Winton's
ody. Wlnton spurred his horse. mean +,
X to ride him down. At the same :,
me he half swung himself out of the :.
lddle crouching against the animals :
eek, so as to avoid presenting a mark. =
an Worst fired his fifth shot. 1t
ould have killed Winton; it struck
lie saddle fairly and lodged under the y
ugh pigskin Winton was now al '
ost upon him. his own revolver in "
Is hand. -
'Hands up he cried. =
He knew nothing Of South African | ;,
iclSs Of craftsmanship or the train =,
< Of native mounts For an instant :,
: saw Van Worst sitting on his horse. a,
at the next the horse had =,
lrveted to one side. and Winton's out =,
retched hand caught at nothing. ;,
hen Van Worst fired his last shot =,
The bullet pierced the horses brain.
reared in its death agony. Winton,
ing over its flank, fell PROSTATE.
As he fell. he managed TO retain pos
ssion of mis- revolver. Van Worst d,