The McDowell times. [volume] (Keystone, W. Va.) 1904-1941, 1936-10-02
CHAPTER I-Continued

It was now the Texans turn. SAVOY
ran out on the track to his side. "Give
him the saddle-and-bridle trick" he
whispered.
The wrangler. still breathing fast, de-
INJURED. Hes seen 1t done. Probably
he can do 1t himself. Sandy"
mo matter. tn make a hit, tire
him out"
I'm getting tired of this show my
self. It's been pretty long" objected
the rider. Leave 1t to me, will you!
I'll give him one he's never seen-one
you've never SEEN" There was a fur
ther whispered conference.
"Go to i'll" exclaimed SAVOY, after
a moment, seemingly confident Of his
representative. Then he turned to the
little grandstand.
Ladies n gentlemen an honorable
judges" he began. "Circle Dot has
tried to contribute In humble way to
your entertainment this afternoon.
You're all anxious to see this contest,
grand as 1t has been, brought to a de-
cision. Our entry for the prize will
now present . feat never before seen
In Sleepy Cat"
Refining to the middle Of the track,
the wrangler drew from a buttoned
breast pocket of his jersey packet of
cigarette papers and small sack of
tobacco. Seated on his paving horse,
he rolled his cigarette, put away the
makings, hung the cigarette on his lip,
and lifted his hat as he looked up at
the spectators and felt in another
pocket for a match. While doing so he
awkwardly dropped the cigarette; 1t
fell from his lip to the dusty track. He
bent over in the saddle to look regret
fully down at the cigarette where 1t
lay; then turned his horse and slowly
circled the offending object as he care
fully scrutinized the lie.
SAVOY stepped to the side of the
grandstand and, after his usual saluta-
ton, began, hat in hand: "Our Circle
Dot wrangler seems to be little awk-
ward today-nervous. maybe. You
see, ladies, he hasn't had such q bevy
of elegant women to look at for many
many weeks. We've been on a long,
hard drive an haven't seen so much as
a picture of a smart girl for nigh
three mOnths-no wonder he's nervous"
"Hear! Heart" cried Carpy and his
group. SAVOY, surprised, looked up.
"Where?" he demanded. And getting
only laugh, continued:
Whatever the reason, ladies an
gents, the boy has dropped his olga
rette. He's maxim motions to me to
pick it up. But it's too much to ask
of q fat man. Let him pick up the
cigarette himself. Go, boy, got"
AS the wrangler cantered leisurely
down the track, Sawdy, as spieler, con-
tjnued to explain:
HE will now try ridin' at top speed,
to pick up his cigarette. If he sue
ceeds, am sure you will all be wlllin'
to see him enjoy smokin' 1t, after a
hard hours work. If ne fails under
these speed conditions, he will retire
as gracefully as possible from the
track an turn a similar job over to his
esteemed rival. Our wrangler will use
the qnirt on his pony for the first time
today. All we'll ask is, just please give
the boy quiet when he rides up"
The wrangler had wheeled his horse
nifty yards down the track and sat
waiting for Sawdy's signal.
The cowman raised warning hand.
Are you readyT The wrangler nod
ded. "Gop shouted Sawdy.
Quirting his pony smartly and bend
ing in the saddle as the wiry little
gelding sprang In long leaps ahead, the
wrangler, nearing the stand. swung
over to the right so low In the saddle
that he tralled his hand In the dust
He was going very fast, and his Job
In this strainlng posture was to locate
narrow smudge Of brown paper lying
IN yellow dust