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• The Fighting Tenderfoot CHAPTER XII—Continued --15-- Manuet himself was usually in- clined tii.ngree with this verdict. He did not :worry about' the morrow. Mamma :Was another day and would take care of. itself. But just now he was somewhat disturbed. He was a law-abiding peaceful citizen wile liked fo workAn harmony - with the leedin,g• Americas in the county. The reap- pearan* of Bob Quantrell made, . a shadow\ qn the sunny. outlook. The young .outlaw'e.pop'ularity was :great amondttthe countrytnenOf Gomez. A dozen:001es :Quenttell had -stolen coWs . or hers* 'driven them far, and made a present of them to the poor natives who sheltered him. Ills name Was becoming, a legend among the poor. Gomez could\ not, without sacrificing his position - Ss leader, turn his back on the . bandit. Moreove . r, the relation of Quantrell to his daughter Dolores complicated the situation. The Young people were in love With each other, and he knew that there could be no happiness for the girl with such a man. After Quantrell's escape from the dance hail Gomez reproached Dolores for having hindered the sheriff. It had been neither wise nor ladylike, he told hOi, The girl's answer ignored argument, went through his protests to the quintessential fact. \I love him,\ her low, sweet voice said in „liquid Spanish, and against that emotional reaction her father's logic beat in vain. The natives buzzed like excited bees. Their syrOpetides were all with the wild young scamp wanted by the law. He must be helped to escape. Gomez' . knew he was expected to assist Quantrell. His prestige Was at stake. As soon as he had got his wife and daughter home he set out to find Quantrell and . to arrange for horses upon which he and'. his men could make their getaway. The out- laws must lie hidden until Such time as mounts could be gathered for them and brought to the cabin where they were keeping under cover. As Gomez moved down the walk in front of his house two men rose from the shadow of a plum tree where they had been lying and confronted him. \Just a moment,\ one of them said. The speaker was O'Hara. Gomez made the most of his Eng- lish. \You weesh to see me?\ \I want you to take mete the place where Bob Quantrell is hidden.\ The Mexican shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. To simulate ig- norance of English is an old Mexican trick.. O'Hara repeated what he had to say in the best Spanish he could muster. \But senor, I do not . know.\ Gomez fell back on his own tongue and 'poured out a flood of ,protest.. Was he , not a • good, citizen? Did he not pay taxes to establish law and order? Had he not campaigned for the election of Senor O'Hara? Worrell murmured a' suggestion to his friend. \No luck, Garrett. You're wastin' yore time. Manuel won't spill a thing.\ . A quick light step sounded on the hard -packed snow. The sheriff caught at Gomez' firm, whispered an 'imperative in his ear, and drew him hack Into the shadows. They waited, listening. The crunch- ing of the boots on snow had ceased. Presently they could hear someone wading \through the' drifts in the or- chard. Whoever he was, the man was moving warily. • More than once he stopped, as though to make Lsure he was not walking into a trap. Ile cir- cled the house toward pe 'rear. O'Hara gave quick directions to his deputy • 'and vanished. He ran' along the walk and around the house In the opposite direction to that tfiken by the prowler. At the back corner, close to the adobe wall, he once more stopped to listen. Some one, not ten feet from 'him, was whistling to attract atten- tion. It was the low, shrill whistle Jr a man who wants only one person to hear. • To the sheriff ,there flashed a plan. He remembered Pankey's lameness and his stutter. \B -b -bob,\ he called, and limped around the corner of the house. 93-b-bOb, the s -s -sheriff—\ Quantrell's six-shooter seemed to leap - to his hip as he crouched like a cornered wolf. It was the first in- stinctive reaction to the surprise of the other's . prekience. The point of the revolver dropped. \What about him?\ the outlaw snapped. \D-d-delgado's s -s -stable—\ \Spit it ont, man!\ Quantrell's voice showed irritation. O'Hara had been moving forward as he struggled with speech until he was close enough to touch the other. Not before he plunged at Quantrell did the latter realize his mistake. A startled oath leaped . from the killer's lips as ho jerked up' his six-shooter. He was too late. O'Hara's fingers closed on his wrist. An arm. locked around his body. His feet were 'swung Into the air and he was flung heavily to the ground, the sheriff's weight pinning him down. Quantrell struggled furiously. He tried to free the hand with the re- volver. He thrashed to and fro, using hands and feet as levers to - thioW off the incubuS clamped to him. Almost he succeeded. In the strug- gle the revolver went off, flinging a wild shot skyward. O'Hara was not a large man, but he had fifteen pounds' advantage of his opponent, and he needed every ounce of It to keep the By William MacLeod Raine Copyright by William MacLeod Ralne WNU Service outlaw's ,,right arm extended from .the body that tossed itself about .so vio- lently. The sheriff. knew that if for one instant Quantrell 'could flex the muscles of that - arm a bullet would Crash into' his 'brain. To keep his place astride of that writhing, torso was like riding a bucking bronco. The Officer . ,Ciamped his knees and spread his' feet to give him more pur- chase. He burrowed , his face into the sloping neck of his foe and with all his strength clung to the wrist, he , had gripped. L • -The map underneath of a sudden relaxed, ceased his struggles. O'Hara became aware that some one had in- tervened. Sinewy fingers gripped the outlaw's throat. ,A 'Voice said, \I've got the gun, Gar- rett.\ Steve 'Worrell had heard the shot ,and had arrived in time to decide the issife. A bony man of great strength, the deputy soon had Quantrell help- less. He held :him trussed while O'Hara fastened handcuffs to the pris- oner's wrists. Now that he knew it to be useless Quantrell made no further effort to resist. The fury of fight had appar- ently gone out of him. He was still panting from his exertions, still swal- lowing to get breath through the throat Worrell had manhandled, but when he could speak there was no rancor in his voice, rather a note Of ironic derision. \Better—iron my legs—too,\ he gasped. \If necessary I shall,\ O'Hara an- svr'ered. .\Now I've got you I mean to keep you.\ \How long, fellow? Those may be yore notions. Different here. I'm with you only for a short visit.\ O'Hara did not bandy words with him. \Where had we better keep him?\ he asked the deputy. Worrell considered.' The jail would not hold a child. It was built of soft adobe, and the last prisoner had dug his way out. \How about the Conch° house?\ sug- gested Quantrell. \You want to treat me right or I'll not stay.\ \There's that log hogan where Two - Ace Burke usta live—only it ain't half furnished. I reckon Bob's Idea is about as good as any. We've got to keep him guarded, anyhow. The food would be right handy.\ O'Hara nodded.. \All right. 'We'll keep him at the hotel. It won't be for long. I'll take him to Aurora. They've got a new jail there.\ \I'm not going to Aurora,\ '61e - out- law announced. \Never did like the town. It's a two-bit burg. I'll stay right ,here till I get ready to say 'Adios.' See you get 'me 'a good room.\ Gomez came .around the corner of the house and joined them. In Span- ish he asked Quantrell reproachfully why he'had come back when he knew the officers were so hot on his trail. \Don't worry about me, Manuel,\ the manacled man answered gaily. \I kinda want to stick around 'awhile, anyhow. Might as well let the county feed me till I'm ready to go.\ A casement window opened above and a head appeared, shadowy in the darkness. A voice murmured a ques- tion in soft Spanish. Was anything wrong? Quantrell lifted his face and grinned toward Iris' sweetheart. \Nothing at all, chachita. I've got a real urgent Invite to be Mr. O'llara's guest at the hotel for ,two -three days. Suits me fine. I'm right tired of sieepin' with snowdrifts for pillows. Ado's, chi - quite. Poco tiempo.\ ,Ile raised his hands and flung a kiss at her. \We'll be going,\ O'Hara said curtly. '\I'llat's the major-domo crackin' his whip,\ exeiTelned Quantrell impudently. \The li'l' tenderfoot' sheriff blowin' off St earn.\ He went jauntily to confinement as though it were a joke. CHAPTER XIII A Round -Up Brad Helm eased his massive body up from the chairs he was occupying. His astonishment at the sight of Bob •,,,Quantrell In handcuffs had not yet Izhad time to subside. \Why I can fix you up with e room, '1. ' I Sherlff. I would of liked to of kinda •fixed it up some, but that doggone Chink is up to the Gold Nugget playin' the wheel.\ i \A room with two beds,\ O'Hara '• isaid. \There's that so th room. How Lwould tli \ :lo? T e one the belted - r, 1: earl usta , I.e.\ .- \I want a nice, warm, comfortable room, Brad, the best you've got in the house,\ Quantrell said, with his .,gay Impudent grin. \Price no object. This is particular company you're 'havin', understand. Guest of the county.\ The fat ifthkeeper grinned nervous- ly. He had *no intention of slighting this dangerous guest. • \It's a good room, Bob, with a fireplace in it,'' he wheezed. ' \We'll keep . It nice an' warm. If anything don't suit you, just holler.\ ''Have Charlie cook me some of that rice puddin' tomorrow, with lots of raisins in it. The county has got to feed me good If I stay.\ \I'll sure see you get it, Bob.\ \No objection to that, Brad,\ said O'Hara. \But understand that orders come from me and not from Bob. He's just a prisoner. I'd put him in the jail If it would hold him.\ • \Just a prisoner, is he?\ Quantrell 'asked with mock politeness, looking down at his slim., long girlish bands. \An' how Long will he be one, Sheriff?' Brad had picked up a lamp to lead the way 'to the room. He stopped' to listen. There had come the sound of shots; a scattered fusillade of them. \What's up, do you reckon?\ he asked. The sheriff turned to Worrell awl spoke quickly. \Take Bob to the room, Steve. Tie him with a lash A Startled Oath Leaped From the Killer's Lips as He Jerked Up His Six -Shooter. rope to the bed. If he tries to escape shoot him down. I'll be back soon as I can.,\ He ran out of the hotel and down the street in the direction of the Del- gado stable. He passed people emerg- ing cautiously from saloons and gam- bling houses. One called to him. \What's the fireworks about, Sheriff?\ He did not answer. His business was to get to the scene of action as soon as possible. Some one in the road hailed him. \Hold on there. Not so fast. This road's closed.\ O'Hara recognized the voice of Amen Owen and pulled up. \What's wrong?\ he asked. \This is O'Hara.\ A little group of men were standing in the road back of Owen. McCarthy spoke. \They tried to get the horses from the stable. Four of 'em. We yelled to throw up their hands an' they started shootin'. Course we let 'em have an' when the smoke cleared away two of 'ern had lit out. The other two we got. One of the birds Is ready for Boot Hill. Pankey has got a pill in his arm.\ The sheriff stooped and looked at the face of the dead man. He recog- nized the man as the cowboy who had been known as Mac, one of those who had been with Quantrell when he raided the Hughes place a year or two before this time. Pankey spoke up coolly. \D -dead as a s -stuck shote, Sheriff. Yore boys drilled him through. Y -you k-k-kinda out -smarted us that time, looks like.\ Some one laughed. Pankey was a bad egg, but he was no quitter. In the current phrase of the time and place, he played his cards the way they 'were dealt him. The little man walked lame, and would as long as he lived. He owed that to Garrett O'Hara, a memento of the battle at the Cress rat\ but he cherished no grudge on that account. His wound had been given him in fair tight. \Hadn't been, so dark we would hate got Deever an' Sommers an' maybe Quantrell, too,\ said Owen y si too casually, in fact It was. ca A su lm al e l . Pankey who spoke, after a. moment of silence. \C-claimin' they were in this, are you, Amen? G -guess again, old-timer.\ \We knew Who were in it, Pankey. Don't fool yoreself about that. An' in good time we'll round 'em up, like we did you an' Mac.\ \You don't, s -say,\ jeered the little rustler. \A IIT luck sure goes to some folks' heads.\ \Did they get the horses?\ asked O'Hara. \Nary a bronc,\ replied one of the Browns. \Good! You and Eddy stay- here and Make sure they don't come back. Not, much chance of that, I'd say.\ O'llarsturned to Owen and McCarthy. \Will you have some one get this body? But first we'll carry Pankey to the Conch° house if he's not able to walk.\ \I can w-waik all right.\ The out- law spoke up. \Good! We'll have Doctor Holloway look after you.\ Again the sheriff spoke to his allies. \Get together a dozen good citizens and .patrol the roads out of town. Maybe we can catch Deever and.' Sommers as they try to slip away.\ \An' Bob Quantrell—what about him? Ain't he worth gatherin' in?\ Owen asked with an ironic little grin. \He'S'already gathered,\ the sheriff sald quietly. The leok of blank surprise on the faces about O'Hara gave place to amazement. There was a chorus of exclamations. \How gathered?\ asked McCarthy. \Arrested.\ \You mean you've got Bob Quan- trell under arrest?\ \That's what I mean.\ \An' he didn't kill you? Nor you him?\ Baldy Brown asked. \Nothing like that.\ \Didn't put up any kind of a fight?\ \We got him to see reason.\ \Where's lie at now?\ \Being guarded by Steve Worral at the Concho house.\ \Well I'll be teetotally doggoned!\ \How did you arrest him?\ Araen asked. \Oh just explained he was under arrest. • We found Ian outside the Goniez house. Need any help, Pan - key?\ \I can m -make out to get along.\ The little outlaw looked at the sheriff with reluctant admiration. \I n -never ..saw the b -beat of you, O'Hara. You look about as dangerous as a b -brush rabbit, but you certainly take the watch. When you hit this country you didn't know s-sic\em but you sure lit all spraddied out. I got to say you're a top hand.\ Though Pankey had declined his offer of assistance O'Hara slipped a hand under, the uninjured atm of the outlaw. He did not want to have Mtn shot down while trying to escape In the darkness.. It was not likely the lame man , would be so feollsh, but one never could tell. Inside of half an hour every road out of town wee guarded. Men watched the trails that wound over the hills. The houses of suspected • Mexicans, those known to be friendly to the rustlers, were searched by a posse of deputies sworn in for the oc- casion. But no sign•of either Deever •or Sommers was found. They had not got away on horseback, for no horses were missing. O'Hara, Owen, and Worrell decided that they had probably slipped away Immediately after the fracas and were hiding in the chaparral. The one sure thing was that they would try to raid some ranch for mounts upon which to es- cape. O'Hara could not leave Conch° for a few days on account of official busi- ness. Judge Warner was holding court and it was necessary for him to be The present. sheriff knew that Bob , Quantrell was 'slippery as a weasel and danger- ous as a wolf. Every moment he had to be watched. Give him a chance and ***************************************************** Birmingham Man Learns How to Avoid Old Age \I got fooled by a headline recent- ly,\ said Banks Talmadge, \for in looking over a magazine I saw 'How to Avoid Old Age,' and while I am not yet worried over the matter, yet I registered attention. 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Here lived Cal- deron, the great Spanish dramatist, also the fanatic Tirquemude, who created the Inquisition tribunal. Val- ladolid was long the city of the auto de fe, which tried to save the souls of men by destroying their bodies.— Washington Star. to run down a traffic policeman; al- ways speed, and demand half of the road, the middle half, just show the other fellow you know your rights and are ready to die for them; al- ways drive fast In traffic, if a new driver, as it is the easiest way to have an accident.'\ — Birmingham News. Sausages Known to Greeks Sausage making did not, as many believe, originate in Germany, says a writer in the Milwaukee Journel. Its real beginning is unknown, but by 500 B. C. sausage was gracing the tables of the Greek epicures. The \Diep- nosophists,\ the oldest cook book ex- tant, which is dated 228 A. D., ex- plains that sausages were prepared \with meat and blood and a great deal of seasoning.\ Eptcharmus, the Greek writer of comedies, mentions sausages, calling them oyrae, a name by which he even subtitles one of his plays, the \Orya.\ A little later, in 423 B. C., Aristophanes says in his play, \The Clouds,\ \Let them make sausage of me and serve me up to the students.\ Flag at Vessel's Stern The origin of the custom of carry -L, Ing a flag at the stern of a ship is 'oh! seure. Several theories have been ad- vanced, one of the most substantial being that n case of old vessels the flag w s flown over the captain's quarters, which are aft on board ship, he would find some way to escape. Therefore O'Hara chose his. guards with great care. He selected three: Steve Worrell, Amen Owen, and Buck Grogan. They were to divide the day and night into, relay periods. The first two men he picked because they were the best available. Grogan was slower witted, and O'Hara hesitated about ap- pointing him. But the man could be relied on not to relax his vigilance. He hated Quantrell too much to give him any opportunity of getting away. The instructions given by O'Hara to his deputies were definite.' He warned them, too, against letting the prisoner for a single instant get his hand near , a weapon. Owen nodded approval. \Do like thZ boss says, boys. If Bob ever gets a half a chance you're gone. lie's a wonder with a six-shooter. I've seen men with as quick a pull as Bob's. They claim Jesse James was chain liglitnin' on the draw, an' I know Ben Thompson was for I've seen him. Others I've known with as rapid fire, an' still others as accurate. Maybe more so. Take Wild B111. He was more deliberate in gettin' his guns into action. Fact is, he was so kinda easy about it he looked slow, but, gents, hush! when he onct started • nobody could pump lead faster or straighter. He sure was a wonder. But this Kid Quantrell—take it from me that no man ever lived who had the edge on him in combination quick pull, rapid fire, an' straight shootin'. I'm talkin' about a .44 or a .45, you understand. I can name a dozen fel- lows in town can beat him with a rifle.\ \The long an' short of which is that if any of us throws down on his job he's liable to go to the Happy Huntin' Ground pronto,\ Worrell said. \Speak - in' for Number One, I'll say I think too much of myself to get careless.\ O'Hara had further doubts as to the wisdom of his choice of Buck Grogan when he saw the man with the pris- oner. The bow-legged cowboy could not keep from gloating over Quantrell. \Not long now,\ he jeered. \We're gonna try you down at Aurora for killin' that kid Turner at the Indian agency, an' then we'll bang you by the neck till you're dead. This country's plumb tired of two -gun men who go struttIn' around with notches on their six-shooters, so we aim to make an, example of Mr. Bob Quantrell right soon.\ \That'll do, Buck,\ ordered O'Hara. \Bob hasn't been tried yet, and any- how you're not here to devil him. If you can't be civil I'll take you off and put some one else on.\ \Let him shoot off his mouth, Sheriff,\ the prisoner said in his mild way. \Don't hurt me any, seeing as I'm not intendin' to be present at any hangin' with me as the hangee. 'You know why he's sore at me. Because I had to kill his brother, the Texas Kid, that time I bumped off Sanderson. It was wished on me. You know that, O'Hara, because that same day you called the turn on the same two four- flushers, an' made 'em take water.\ Buck Grogan's face and wrinkled neck turned brick -red. \Anyone's a liar that claims my brother was a four-flusher!\ he sputtered. The pale eyes of Quantrell rested on his guard. \Would he call me a liar, Sheriff, if he didn't have a gun He Enjoyed Stirring the Anger of the Guard. In his band an' I wasn't sittin; here wearin' bracelets an' tied by a lash rope to my bed?\ asked the outlaw in his gentlest, most menacing voice. \It's going to stop, here and now,\ O'Hara answered. \You know this won't do, Grogan. Either be pleasant to Bob or don't talk with him. If I hear of any more of this sort of thing I'll have to let you go. That's final.\ It was final as far as O'Hara was concerned but not with the others. Quantrell was more to blame than Grogan. He enjoyed stirring the an- ger of the guard. It helped to pass the hours. Moreover, he was watch- ing always for a chance to escape and he felt that Grogan simmering with rage might offer opportunities that would not be given by the same man unmoved by passion. 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