Adventure, July 1, 1928 — page 45: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE DUKE AND THE DUCATS 39 a guy starts to steal and the gun’s around, murder isn’t far away and the deeper he gets the longer lengths he’ll go to to get out.” “Right you are,” drawled MacDowell as he got to his feet. “It’s ny hunch he’d have shrunk from killing in real horror at the start. But this bandit guy—he was looking at me and licking his chops. Those breeds—and he is one—are tough to figure. Resent the inferior blood in *em, and are run by it.” He gave Daly a cigaret, lighted one for himself, and strolled to the door. “Tl get out before they kick me out,” he announced. “See you this afternoon. Everything’s jake, and don’t worry about the papers, if you get what I mean. Ivers and the bandit are both out of the way, and your memoirs won’t be published.” Daly smiled and took a deep breath. The blow which would have knocked him out of sight of the world he loved would not fall—not yet, anyhow. Some day it would, probably. “And say, Duke,” MacDowell said casually. ‘Thanks for the help last night.” His eyes were on his cigaret. Daly’s were on his, examining the ash critically. “Sure. Everything came out great,” he said evenly, “even to the acreage, if Derringer confessed.” “Right you are,” Tex said a trifle huskily. ‘‘Mission successfully com- pleted, doggone your crazy hide!” comicloooks.com