Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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28 Street & Smith’s Western Story Magazine sider, first, the bank. Next, getting rid of the hundred or more man hunters that'll hunt me down. Now what do you think of this?” Unconsciously he lowered his voice. He talked eagerly for per- haps five minutes while first surprise, then something approaching admira- tion, came into the outlaw’s black eyes. Even El Mudo nodded. “And Ill need some gold nug- gets,” Dan concluded. CHAPTER V. GOLD NUGGETS. ANCHEZ and El] Mudo, hav- ing trailed Dan and Alice and studied their faces as they talked, and having listened to Dan’s plans, now seemed willing to forget the man’s presence, at least. They walked down to the fence and looked at the horses, then returned to the big log cabin which was reserved for them exclusively. Dan followed the stream, wishing he had a hook and line, and at the same time telling himself a water wheel could be harnessed and made to churn milk and cut fodder. He stopped at the fence and began studying the herses. They watched him in mock alarm, then suddenly one whinnied joyously and galloped up to the fence. She was a pert little black mare with a star on her forehead. Her legs were slender, and there was a pleasing arrogance in the way she picked up her hoofs. Eagerness filled her eyes, and as she curved her glistening neck and looked at the man, it was a sight to stir the blood of any horse lover. “Ah!” Dan cried softly, then, as she thrust her nose toward his pocket, his manner changed. Some one was watching. He smashed his elbow against the mare’s delicate nose, and she reared back in sur- prise and pain. “Get out,’ the man — “T haven’t anything for The brush raid but Dan did not look around, though there was a definite nervousness in his eyes. “T saw that,” Alice cried. “I was coming through this little thicket to joi you as the mare came up. She | recognized you, then, hearing me come, you struck her. Why?” The girl answered her own query. “It is because if Sanchez discovers the mare knows you, through her he may be able to trace some of your past relations.” “Miss Ford,” Dan answered, “if you don’t stop imagining things, and what is worse, talking about them, you are liable to get me into trou- ae” She flushed angrily. “T don’t talk, but I’m going to ask some questions about that mare,” she announced. It sounded like a declaration of war. “I don’t give a darn about a mob of wanted men, who should be strung up to the nearest cottonwood, you in- cluded, but [’m going to stop at nothing to protect my brother. You helped him escape, and we are thankful. I’ve said that before, and it comes right from the heart. But he’s not going to get into this any deeper. And if, in keeping him out of trouble, some wanted man is hurt, I’m not going to shed any tears ‘over it.” “That’s the attitude to take,” he answered. “I won’t quarrel with you. Stick close to your brother, and don’t do anything that'll bring any grief down on my head, and we can be good friends.” “We'll leave it that way,’ she agreed in a less truculent tone. “For the second time, suppose we try to enjoy the beauty of this snof.”