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Allan Ihu. i v V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V J \YOU’RE FIFTEEN—AN” ’ SYNOPSIS.—To the Three-Bar ranch, Arizona, owned jointly by Sandy Bourke, \M o r m o n ” Peters and “ S oda-W a ter Sam” Manning, a fine collie m a k es Its way, In the last stages o f exhaustion. Inscrip tion on Its collar says Its name Is Grit, \property o f P. Casey.” Scenting a desert tragedy, Bourke and Sam mount and let the dog lead them. The two find a dying man, Patrick Casey, pinned under an overturned wagon. Kneeling beside the wagon is his young daughter Molly, fifteen. They ex tricate the old prospector, who dies repeating \M o lly—m ines!\ \I'll look out for that, pardner,\ says Sandy. It Is agreed that Molly stays as m a scot o f the ranch, she and the “ T hree M u sketeers\ be com ing partners In the mines. Sandy Insists upon an education for M olly. Jim Pllmsoll, gambler, visiting the ranch, insult3 Molly. He claim s he grubstaked Casey, which made him the old man’s partner. Mormon drives him off. Starting with a gold eagle, M olly’s luck piece, Sandy, with Sam, plays faro at Plfm soll’s place, winning $10,000. CHAPTER V.—Continued. “They’re through. That’s enough,” said Sandy. “We ain’t killers.” “Got two of ’em,\ said Sam. “Good «hootin’, Sandy! I reckon I missed clean. I fired to the left.\ “The man who’s down Is Butch,” said Sandy. “I’d know his figger in a tyihi shaft. I’ve a hunch the other was Ilahn. Hit him somewheres in the hand; spile his dealin’ fo’ a while. Bet’s git out of this. They’ve quit.” “Wonder if Pllmsoll was with ’em. How about the hawsses? Can you whistle Pronto bnek?\ “Reckon so.\ Sandy whistled shrilly through his teem. After a minute he repeated the call. There came a sound of pounding hoofs. Then that of others, coming from the town. “Better load up, Sam,” said Sandy grimly; “ we ain’t out of tills yet. That’ll be Jim Pllmsoll’s brother-in- law, likely.” “Here wm<> <>ur ponies.” As yef they could see nothing ad vancing, hut a horse whinnied from the plain lying between them and the Three Star road. \Pronto said Sandy, shoving car tridges Into Ms guns. A body of mounted men had come out from town and ridden fast upon the bridge. The foremost stopped with an exclamation at the missing boards. All wheeled In some confu sion and slid their horses down into the arroyo to scramble up the bank again and spur for Sam and Sandy Just as the pinto and the roan cur veted up to their masters. The two cowmen leaped fo«* their seats, Sandy temporarily sheathing one gun. They faced the townsmen, who formed a half-circle about them. “You, Sandy Bourke an’ Sam Man ning, stick up yore hands!” “You got good eyesight,” returned Sandy. \Wliat’s the Idee? Ef you shoot, don’t miss, I’m holdin’ tol’able close ternight.” His tone was almost good-humored, tolerant, full of confidence. \You was sliootln’ in town limits. May have killed someone. Ag’in the law to shoot inside the Ilerefo’d line. I’m goin’ to take you in.\ “You air?\ Sandy’s drawl was charged with mockery. “IIow about the Horefo’d men who stnhted the llre- works? Ef you want our guns, Sheriff, come an’ take ’em. First come, first served.\ There was no forward movement. A man swore as his horse began to dance. “You go hack an’ tell Jim Pllmsoll to do his own dirty wo’k, If lie's got nny guts left fo’ tryin’. Me, I’m goin’ home.” The sheriff and Ills hastily gathered band of Irregular deputies, working in the Interests of Pllmsoll, knew, with suilicient Intimacy to endow them with caution, the general record of Sandy Bourke and Soda-Water Sam. None of them wanted to risk a shot—and miss. Sandy would not. Even a fatal wound might not pre vent him taking toll. Sam was almost as dangerous. They were politicians rather than fighting men, every one of them. And they were tolerably certain that Pllmsoll had ambushed the two from the Three Star. The sheriff blustered. “I ain’t through with you ylt, Sandy Bourke. I know whore to find you.\ “You-all are goin’ to hnve a mighty nnrd time findin’ yo’se’f afteh election, Sheriff, ns it Is. The cowmen ain’t •razy about you. They might take a notion to escort you out of the county ini its.\ “You’re inside the town line. T—\ \I won’t he in two minutes. Git out >f our road,\ said Sandy, his voice 'roezing in sudden contempt. He ■nwolod Pronto and, with Sam even n tlie jump, they galloped through In* hnlf-rlng without opposition. Torsos were neck-reined aside to let hem pass. The wind sang by them •s they tangented off from the road. ) ehot or two announced the attempt * «orne to save their ows faces, but' no bullets came near the pair. The fusillade was sheer bravado. For almost a mile the two rode at top speed, then they settled down to a lope that ate up the miles—a walk at the end of three—then lope and walk again, until thè giant cotton woods of the Three Star rose from the plain. Mormon tiptoed heavily out on the creaking porch with a husky, “Hush!” “What fo’?” ‘'Molly’s asleep. 'Sisted on waitin’ up for you.\ “Well, we’re here, ain’t Hwe?’ de manded Sam. “Me, I got a scrape in my arm an’ some son of a wolf spiled my saddle. Sandy, he sorter evened up fo’ It.\ “Bleedin’?” asked Mormon. “Nope. Tied my bandanner round it. Cold air fixed it. Shucks, it ain’t nuthin’ ! Sandy’s got a green kale plaster fo’ it.\ “You won?\ “Did we win? Wait till we show you.” Molly met them as they went in, her eyes wide open, all sleep banished. “Was It a luck-piece?” she de manded. Sandy produced the package of bills, divided it, shoved over part. “Your half,\ he said. “Five thou sand bucks. Bu’sted the bunk. An’ here’s the ’rlglnnl bet.\ He showed the gold eagle, put It Into her palm. “Served me, now you take it,\ he said. “I’ll git you a chain fo’ It. It’s sure a mascot—same as you are—the Mascot of the Three Star.\ She looked up, her eyes, cloudy with wonder at the sight of the money, shining at her new title. They rested on Sam’s arm, bandaged with the bandanna. “There’s been shootin’,” she said. “You’re hit. Oh !” “More of a miss than a hit,\ re plied Sam. Molly turned to Sandy., Anxiety, affection, something stronger tliat stirred him deeply, showed now in her gaze. “You hurt?” “Didn’t hardly muss a ha’r of my head. Jest a ll’l excitement. Main p’lnt Is we got the money for yo’ eddlcation, like we planned.\ The light faded from her face, “Air you so dead set for'm e 'to go away?\ she asked. “See here, Molly.” Sandy leaned forward In his chair, talking earnest ly. “You’ve got the rankin’ of a mighty fine woman in you. An’ palit “You-all Are D—d Good to Me,\ She Said. of you Is yore dad an’ paht yore maw. Snbe? They handed you on down an’, If you make the most of yo’so’f, you make the most of them. Me, I’ve alius been trubbled with the snddle- ltch an’ I’ve wanted the out-of-doors. So you see I lost out on a heap,\ said Sandy. “An’ Fm a man. I can git erlong with less. But fo’ a gel, learnin’s a grand thing. An’ there’s the big cities, an’ theaters, fine clothes an’ fine manners. Like livin’ in an-, other world.\ “But,” said Molly, wide-eyed, “that’s the life I like. I mean out here. I don’t want to be different.” “Shucks,\ said Sandy. “You won’t be. Jest polished up. Skin slicked up. hair fixed to the style, nails trimmed an’ shined. Culchured. in side you'll be yore real self. You can’t take the gold out of a bit of ore any more than you can change Iron pyrites inter the reel stuff. But, If tlio gold’s goin’ to be put Into proper circulation, It’s got to be ret fined. Sabe?\ “I ain’t refined, I reckon,\ said Molly with a sigh. “I don’t know as I want to be. I can alius come back, can’t I?” “You sure can.” “An’ there’s Dad. He’s where he wanted to be. I w’udn’t want to go away from him.\ “He’d want you to make this trip, sure,” said Sandy. “An’ that settles It. You go off to bed an’ dream on it. Sam, I’m goin’ to soak that place on yore arm with Iodine. Good night, Molly.” She got up immediately, went to Mormon and to Sam and gravely shook hands, thanking them. “You-all are d—d good to me,” sh« said. Opposite Sandy she hesitated, then threw her arms round his neck and kissed him before she ran from the room, with Grit leaping after her. Sandy’s bronzed face glowed like re flecting copper. CHAPTER VI Paso Cabras. They did not make butter on the Three Star. Since the arrival of Molly an unwilling , and refractory cow had been brought in from the range and half forced, half coaxed to give the fresh milk that Mormon in sisted the girl needed. Until then evaporated milk had suited all hands. But butter—to go with hot cakes and sage-honey—was an Imperative need for the riders. The butter came over weekly from the Bailey ranch to be kept under' the spring cover for cool ing. Usually the gangling young Ed Bailey brought It over in the crotch ety flivver. When Sandy saw the sparsely fleshed figure of Miranda Bailey seated by the driver he winced in spirit. This second visitation looked like mere curiosity and gossip and offset the opinion he had begun to form of the spinster—that she was sound underneath her angularities and mannerisms. It was twilight. The three part ners and Molly were on the ranch- house porch after supper, r and there was no escape. Miranda nodded at the three partners, who rose as she came up the steps. “You sure need some new clothes, child,” she said to Molly. “You got to have ’em. Now then, I come on business. Sandy Bourke, you ain’t any of you the legal guardian of that, child, air you?” “Nothin’ illegal in what we’ro doin’, I reckon.” “I didn't ask you that. You-all ain’t got papers?\ “Jest what’s the idea?” Sandy asked. “ Someone flggerin’ on makin’ her stay at the Three Star unpleas ant? Fur as jest gossip is concerned, it don’t have any weight with none of us an’ there ain’t no sense in men tionin’ it.\ “ ’Pears you ain’t givin’ me over an’ above credit for sense,\ said Miranda, a bit grimly. “This ain’t gossip. Here ’tis. I got it direct from my brother, who’s heard the talk goin’ round. You’ve run foul of Jim Plim- soll—or he foul of you, which Is more likely. Pllmsoll.an’ Eke Jordan, the sheriff, are like two peas in a pod. Now for the meat of the nut. They’re flggerin’ on gettin’ control of the gel away from you-all. They’ll use argy- mints for the general public that she’s too young to be keepm’ house for three unmarried men, leastwise three men who ain’t livin’ with their wives.” She looked pointedly at Mor mon. “They’ll rouse up opinion enough for a change. They’d like to app’int a guardian of their own kid ney. Mebbe we can block that If one of us comes out an’ offers to take her. I’d be glad to, for one, an’ do the right thing by her.” Molly walked over to Sandy’s chair and stood behind It, her eyes widen ing, her breath beginning to come quickly. “There’s some talk about her fa ther’s claims over to Dynamite lookin’ up. Party of easterners over that way lately, nosin’ around to find out owners, lookin’ up assessment work an’ so on. Talk of a boom. I reckon Pllmsoll’s twigged that. Lawyer Feeder, who run for state senator an’ whose record’s none too dainty, Is in cahoots with Jordan an’ Plimsoll. Ed heard they figger on goin’ before Judge Vanniman, one of their crowd, to get an order of court. She’s a mi nor. They can git her away from you. If we crowd them too hard for them to app’int one of their own ring—an’ they’re flggerin’ on Pllmsoll, he claim in’ to be her father’s partner—they’ll likely have her put In some institu tion. An’ It’s goin’ to be done right sudden.\ Molly stepped out, eyes flashing, fists clenched, talking passionately. “I won’t go with ’em. I’ll run away. They can’t take me. 31m Pllmsoll is a d—d liar. Yon won't let ’em take me?” She turned to Sandy, her arms stretched in appenl. “No, Molly, I won’t. Will we, boys?” “You can bet everything you got an’ ever hope to own we won’t,” said Sam. “That goes for me,\ echoed Mor mon, but he scratched his fringe of hair In some perplexity. “Talk don’t beat an order of the court,\ said Miranda Bailey. “Mebbe I seem sort of vinegary to you, child, but I’m not a bad sort. I figger if you came home with me today we c’ud manage to git you placed with us. There’s been tattle about you stoppln’ here. You’re fifteen—an* . . .” \Some folks Is Jest plumb rotten,\ flared Molly. “I’m no kid. I . . . oh, If Dad was alive!” Sandy stood up and slid nn arm about her shading shoulders. She wheeled and burled her head, on his shoulder,-sobbing. “ We’re, powerful obliged to .you. Miss Bailey,' for what you told us.” said Sandy. ’Tin -righ t, sure you’d- .give Molly a fine home, but \we got other plans an' we aim to carry ’em out. Pllmsoll’s a skunk qra’ I’ll block his game about the mines ef they amount to anything. Molly’s goin’ east for her eddlcation. She’s got plenty money to git the best that’s goin’ an’ she’s goin’ to have it.” “Then you better git her 'cross the county line before many hours are over.” Miss Bailey climbed into the machine. “You aim on talcin’ her out of the county to the railroad ter- morrer?” she asked. “What school is she goin’ to?” “ W e . ain’t settled nil the details,\ said Sandy. “But we’ll do that all right. We’ll git ready soon’s we can. Meantime, we’ll keep our eyes peeled ter-morrer against any order from Hereford.” Miranda waved a farewell as she called out, “Good luck!“ “ Some sport!\ announced Sam. “That^ the kind of woman you sh’ud have married, Mormon.\ Molly, excited now, demanded audi ence. “ When' do we start?” she asked ea gerly, \Will you wait till'they come out from Hereford?” “I got to think out things a bit, Molly,” said Sandy. “One thing is sure,-you got to tuhn in an’ git a good rest. Ef we slide out it won’t be all a pleasure trip. I reckon Plimsoll means business. An’ he’s sure got the county machinery behind him right now.\ “I can take Grit?” “W’uldn’t want to leave us some thin’ to remember you by?” asked Sandy. “ Somethin’ to help make sure you’ll come back?” Molly regarded Sandy soberly, her fingers twining through the dog’s mane. “You’d be good to him—same as you air to me? Oh, I’m just plumb mean to ask you that. I know you w’ud. He’s goin’ to be jest as lone some as me for a bit, ain’t you, Grit? He alius slep’ with me, cuddlin’ np, an’—\ She gulped, straightened. “Good night,” she said. “Come, Grit.\ The three men sat silent for a mo ment or two after she left. “She’s sure a stem-winder,” said Mormon presently. “How you goin’ to fix to get her away, Sandy?\ “I got a plan warmin’ up,” said Sandy. “Nearest to the county line Is west through the Cabezas range. I aim to git to the railroad an’ then me an’ Molly’ll make for New Mexico.” “Huh 1” “You guessed It, Mormon. For the Pecos river an’ BovJlle an’ the Red- dfng ranch. I reckon Barbara Bed ding’ll handle the thing. She’ll git Molly her outfit an’ she’ll know all about the right schools.\ Mormon brought his hand down on Sam’s thigh with a sounding whack. “Dem me, ef he ain’t the wise oF son of a gun,” he cried delightedly. “Sure!” Barbara Redding, once Barbara Barton of the celebrated Curly O, was a bright star In the mutual firmament of the Three Star partners. They had all worked together on the Curly O In the old days. Sandy had been fore man there. Once he had rescued Bar bara Barton from horse rustlers with a grudge against her father, and once again he had rendered her even greater service when members of the same crowd kidnaped her two-year-old son, whom Barbara Redding had brought on a visit to his grandfather. Sandy had trailed alone and brought ' In the “ll’l son of a gun,” as he styled the youngster. There was little that Barbara Redding and her husband, wealthy rancher, would not do for Sandy. “I’ve got an itch to give Plimsoll an’ his pals a run fo’ their money,\ went on Sandy. “An’ here’s the way I figger to do It, in the rough. See what you all think of It.” Subdued guffaws rose from the porch In through the open window of the room where Molly Casey lay wide awake, the dog beside her. Presently she heard the martial strains of Sam’s harmonica, cuddled under his big mus tache, played one-handed. “They’re good,” she said to Grit. “An’ they’ve figgered out something or they w’udn’t be actin’ thataway. You an’ me got to. be game.” Next morning, breakfast over be fore the sun was well above the peaks, while desert birds were still rising, twittering shrill welcome to the dawn, Sandy went about humming snatches of cowboy songs just above his breath as he oversaw the arrangements for the exodus that was to be. not so much a flight as a deliberately cal culated laying of a trail for the pur suit. He was in high humor as the buckboard was greased, a team of buckskins given a special feed and a rub-down, and various articles gath ered for transportation. Among these were a spool of barbed wire and a dozen fence ports. His spirit was infectious. Four riders, jumping to his orders, tossed badinage among one another like a ball. Mormon and Sam, seated on the top rail of the corral fence, openly admired their partner. “Like old times. Mormon?” suggest ed Sam. “Sure Is. I reckon we’ll hnve some fun ’fore the day’s out. Got yore gun oiled up? Here’s Molly.” “What's it fo*, sheriff? 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