Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Registered in United States Patent Office MIRAGE | ACom om E. S. ie ate Author of “ E RUSHED into the dance-hail like a cyclone, jingling spurs and holding ready hands on the pistols at his hips. He stopped and glowered about, seeking enemies. Finding none, he declared war anyhow. “Yip-yip-yip!”’ he yelled.“ Yow-e-e-e! I’m a zippin’, rippin’ terror on wheels! I’m the man that invented cemeteries!’’ He looked about fiercely, seeking contradic- tion. “Watch my smoke!” he invited. “I eat a cougar every mornin’ an’ ten dozen rattlesnakes at night! Yip-e-e-e-e! Every man that crosses my path bites the dust! Wow!” “Big Dan’ Dolan wearily uncurled his vast bulk from a chair in the rear of the place, ambled over to the warrior, knocked him down,-picked him up, kicked him into the roadway and then returned to his chair and table. “That’s the third this month,” he ex- plained to his younger companion, seated opposite. “Every time some four-flusher gits full of licker, he thinks he’s an army. Like that feller. Seems like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t quite place him.” And Dolan’s broad face wrinkled. The eyes of the quiet, slim young man were still bulging. Dolan’s mighty” fist The BOSS of Novelette|, ne According lo Breed,” Highly Civiliged,”’ etc. had sounded like a hammer hitting -a board, and yet the other man had been armed! ‘Nothin’ to be skeered about,” demurred Dolan. “The real bad-man has his mouth shut and his eyes open. This fool had his mouth open. Nothin’ to it. "What was you sayin’ about your ranch?” The younger man began to aline in his mind the story which was being shrewdly wormed from him. He had not come here for sympathy, but he found himself granted it anyhow; so he decided to give Dolan his confidence because the big owner of the Gem Saloon and General Merchandise Store seemed to ask it. Carlton was comparatively a neweomer. The heavy-browed giant, with just a tinge of gray in his black hair, was the boss of the settlement and apparently the hardest character in the district. By reputation the world to him held two classes of people, friends and enemies. The former could have anything and the latter nothing, not even decent tombstones. If he thought a man should be eliminated, he would see him killed without compunction. And yet Harry Carlton found him friendly, sociable and likeable. While the old saloon-keeper looked him — Copyright, 1919, by The Ridgway Company in the United States and Great Britain, All rights reserved. 3 Comicbooks.co}