Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1924-06-19

bucks OF the pony were easy to foresee.
Presently they ceased. The horse
stood with dropping head, foam drip
ping from Its mouth. TANKS fiecked
with sweat stains.
Kilmeny swung from the saddle. and
at the same time Golfer stepped into
the arena. He drew Jack aside and
whispered In his ear. India, watch
ing the rough-rider through field
glasses. saw the face Of the young
man grow grim and hard. Without
the delay OF a moment he pushed
through the crowd that gathered to
congratulate him and walked out OF
the grounds with Golfer.
The other two riders who had
reached the finals were both experts
In the saddle. One of them. however,
had been travelling with wrd West
show and was too soft TO hold his own
against the bit Of incarnate devlltry
he was astride. To save himself he
had to clutch ut the horn of the sad
die.
Hes pulling leather" shouted one
Of the judges. and the man was waved
aside.
The third cowpuncher made good
showing. but his horse lacked the en-
ergy and spirit OF Teddy Roosevelt.
The unanimous decision OF the judges
was In favor OF Kilmeny. But when
they sought for him 10 award the prize
the new champion was nowhere to be
found.
Moya Dwight felt with genuine dis
appointment that the mans courtesy
had failed. She and her friends had
appiauded his exploits literally. The
least he could have done would have
been to have made short call at their
box. Instead. he had ignored them.
she resolved 10 bear herself more cold
~ II they met again.
The early shadows of sunset were
stretching down the rough mountain
sides by the time the visitors from the
Lodge reached the river canyon on
their homeward way. Soon after this
the champion rider and his friend
Golfer passed them on stretch OF
narrow road cut In the steep wall Of
the guich. The leathery face of the
latter took them In impassively as he
gave them little nod OF recognition,
but the younger man refined In for a
few words He accepted their con,
gratulations with a quiet "Glad you
enjoyed H." but Il was plain that he
was In a hurry. In his eyes there was
certain hard wariness that seemed
hardly 10 NJ the occasion. Moya
could not avoid the impression that he
was anxious about something. AS soon
as he well could he put spurs TO his
horse and cantered after his COM
| panion.
II was perhaps a quarter OF an hour
later that the sound Of hard riding
reached them from the rear. Five
dusty. hard-hitten men. all armed with
rides and reyolvers, drew level with
them. The leader threw a crisp ques.
ton at Lord rarquhar.
Two riders pass you latelyr
"Yes."
Say anythingr'
"The younger one stopped for a few
words. He Is a Mr.. Crumbs. camped
on the river just below us"
The lank man with the rife across
his saddle bow laughed grimly. Yes
he is-not. His name Is kilmeny. I'm
the sheriff OF Gunnison county--and
want him bad"
did you say Kilmenyr" asked the
captain sharply.
| That's what said--the man tina,
won the bronche-bustin contest TO
day"
To Moya. looking around upon the lit
tie group Of armed men. there was .
menacing tenseness In their manner
Her mind was CROPPING for an explans
ton. but she understood this much
that the law was reaching out for IN,
devilmay-care youth who had so In
; terested her.
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