The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-11-06

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"Old Carson himself" thought Lee
Looking for the hold-up man
Shucksl They'll never find him thi
trip"
Another mile, and Bud Lee wa.
riding through a clearing, with tn,
tall cliffs of Squaw Greek canyon
looming high on his left, when sud
denly and absolutely without warn
ing, his horse screamed, gathered it
self for a wild plunge, staggered, stood
a moment trembling terribly. then with
a low moan collapsed under him.
Lee swung u and to one side
landing clear as the big brute fell. He
did not understand. He had ridden
the animal hard but certainly not
hard enough for this. And then he
saw and his eyes blazed with anger,
He had heard no shot, nothing beyond
the metallic pounding Of the shod
hoofs on flinty road, but there from
an ugly hole in the neck the saddle
horse was pouring out its blood.
"~Smokeless powder and a Maxim
N4AN : Cu Ice, Ills eye ldh~
ing note of the ten thousand possible
h~iding-places OIL the cliffs.
In his ears there was a little whine
as a second bullet sang its way by
his head. Again he sought to locate
the marksman. again saw nothing but
crag and precipice and brushy clump.
He took time for that thing which
came so hard to him, sent a bullet
from his own revolver into his horses
brain, and then slipped out of the
clearing into the shelter of the pines.
Two miles left to the border line,"
he estimated it. "Afoot."
Stiff from the saddle, he moved on
slowly for a little. But as his muscles
responded and warmed to the effort,
he broke into a trotting run
For the second time that day he
heard the whine Of a bullet. He
thought that the shot came from the
cliffs just at the head of Squaw
Greek canyon. But he could not be
sure. He'd make the climb tomorrow
and see about it. Now he'd keep
right on moving. Little used to
travelling save on a horses back he
was shot through with odd pains
when at last he came to the border
line fence n the waiting horse.
Tommy Burkitt held it for him while
Lee mounted.
Somebody up on the cliffs, head
of the canyon" painted Lee at Tommy's
amazed expression when Lee came
running into sight. "Killed my horse.
Go after him, Tommy. Tell the other
And on he went, pounding out
the last fifteen miles, the canvas bag
beating against his side.
Judith, in the courtyard. watched
him ride in. She looked swiftly at
him from the watch ON her wrist. Her
frightened. 1t lacked seven
minutes to six. As Bud dropped the
bag into her hands she flashed
at him the most wonderful, radiant
smile that the long horseman had ever
She gripped his lean, brown
hand In hers.
bud, you're a brick !" she cried.
Mrs. Langworthy had just come out
with Hampton, Trevors and the major.
Judith turned from Lee to Trevors,
put managed to keep half an eye on
Mrs. Langworthy.
you see, it's pay day with US, Mr..
.rrevors." she said quietly. And when
Day day ONE we pay our men at
six o'clock in spite of HI and high
water p
Bud Lee, leading his horse away,
.urned for a word. "a man killed a !
for me today" he said very
and his eyes rested steadily
lpon Trevors. eff l ever get him, or
he man who put him up to 1t. I'm
,oing to get him right"
On the Blue Lake ranch there was
more than one man ready to ecoff at
he idea Of a robbery like this one,
enough to voice the suspicion
It's just a stall for timel" So much
lad last weeks rumor doDs for them,
repairing them to expecr something
hat would set aside the customary
pay day. But when they had
cen Charlie Miller's bruised head and
card his story; when they had sat
n their horses and looked down at
ne animal which had been shot under
I'D Lee, they were silenL And, be-
.des, when long after dark they came
/ behind Carson from a fruitless
nest, their pay was ready for them
S formerly, in gold and silver.
Trevors, with little to say to any
ne, took his departure in TIE fore
Don, extracting from Hampton the
to ride over and see the lum-
er camp some day soon.
Judith, held at the office by 4 lot
hrst-of-the-month details, did not
away until close to eleven o'cloc; !
at morning. Then she rode swiftls
,wn the river, a purpose of her W :
mind. !
Just below the Lower End settle
ent she came upon Doc Trip. He
as In one of the quarantine hog-cor-
Is, his sleeves rolled up, a puzzled
ok Of worry puckering his boyish
ce.