The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1930-10-17

INJURED. But he sure would make
yore friend Shep Sanderson look like
a nickel Mex if they got in a rumpus.
Say, 1 got news for you. There's an
other stranger in town, an the boys
are expectin' some fun. He's belted
earl"
"a what?"
''That's what we call these rich Eng
lishmen that maverick around"
whats he doing here?"
81 dunno. He'll go into cattle an
drop a fortune. They all do. Condi-
lions here amt what they been used
to. He parts his name in the middle.
Smith-Beresford is what he calls him.
self"
At dinner, which of course was in
the middle of the day, O'Hara had his
first opportunity to see the English
man. Smith-Beresford was a round
rudy man in riding boots and
breeches. He had the clean scrubbed
look characteristic of some of his race.
Bob Quantrell came into the hotel
to get dinner and sat down in the only
vacant chair at the long table. 1t hap
pened to be next to Smith-Beresford,
and the Englishman at once engaged
him in talk.
O'Hara noticed that Quantrell's
voice was low and soft. At first he
was inclined to be reserved, but evil
IDENTIFY the overseas man took his
fancy, for he warmed up and ceased
to answer in monosyllables. Before
dinner was over he and the English.
man had their heads together and
were planning bear hunt. Afterward
the two disappeared Smith Beresford
had taken the young fellow to his
room to show him the collection of
hunting guns he had brought. Later
they came back to the lobby, the Brit
Usher accompanying his guest to the
front door.
"We'll have jolly good hunt. old
chap" he said. I'll depend on you to
look after the horses and that sort of
thing. suppose you know a good
horse when you see one."
81 think So
"Then, by Jove, We'll have a rip
pin time"
O'Hara departed. On the street he
met Steve Worrall. The owner of the
Longhorn corral wasted no words in
greeting.
"Judge Warner come through as ex-
pected an appointed Yves Steelman
administrator Of the estate of Jess
Hughes. Most every man in the room
was wearin' an arsenal. Yves had half
a dozen gunner with him an so did
Dave. Wouldn't have surprised me
if war had started right there an
then, but reckon the orders were for
none of the boys to make play.
Well, soon now. That's my guess"
Worrall spoke in a low voice, for
walls sometimes had ears. Concho
was town divided against ITSELF
Spies and partisans were everywhere
isn't there any way of stopping it?
Couldn't they compromised"
"They could, but they WON'T" Wor-
rail- answered. Miss Barbara, she's
worked on Yves consid 'rable, but he's
stubborn as government mVle. An
talkin' about angels, if we It hear
the rustic of their wings. Look who's
sashayin' down the road.'
O'Hara looked. A party of riders
was coming down the dusty street.
Those in advance were a grizzled,
heavy-set man in his late forties and
a young woman whom O'Hara at once
recognized at Barbara Steelman.
Miss Steelman spoke to the man be-
side her and the party drew up be-
side Worrall and the lawyer. There
were seven men in the group, all
armed with rifles as we'll as six
shooters.
"This is Mr. O'Hara," the young
woman said. "Mr. O'Hara, this is my
father. I've been tellin' him about
YOU"
Wesley Steelman's strong face had