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Tippecanve and Cougars Two must have misplaced it. have you around here?” “You don’t happen ‘to be hunting ele- phants, do you?” I asks, examining that double-barreled rifle, which had a bore like a twelve-gage shotgun. “Elephants?” asks Aloysius. elephants?” “There ain’t none,” says Tip, wise-like. “There ain’t been none since the Custer massacre.’ “The last herd I knowed about was up in the Flathead country.” “You mean buffalo, don’t you?” I asks. “Buffalo? Sure. What did you think I meant?” “Aloysius,” says I, You’ve got some guide.” “Yes,” says he. “I knowl have. I saw a man in town and I asked him where I could find a guide, and he directed me to Mister Seeley. He said that Mister Seeley had forgotten more about the country than most anybody knew about it.” “He didn’t lie to you at that,” says I, and it pleased old Tip a heap. “By golly, I sure sabe the country all right,” he squeaks. ‘There ain’t no place I can’t go.” “That’s right, Tip,” says I. ‘You don’t need to worry about finding places, but you sure can’t remember the way back.”’ Sudden-like Aloysius hops up and stares around. ‘“‘What’s eatin’ yuh?” asks Tip. “Vou’re a fine guide!” whoops Aloysius. “Goodness gracious, where are the rest of us?” “Rest of us?” asks Tip. “Oh, you mean them folks what was with you?” Now what places ‘Hunting “you'll do well. ‘““My wife! Where is she? Where is the rest of them?” “T dunno,” grunts Tip. “There was some folks got out of that blamed machine when you stopped at my place. Was they intending to stay with us?” “T think so. In fact I’m almost certain they intended coming with us. Why, we must go right back there at once.” _“Not me,” says Tip, shaking his head. “Not in thatthing. Go ahead if you wants to.” ‘You refuse to go? Very well then, I’ll go.” He hops into that machine, fusses with it a moment, and she begins to heave and grunt. 99 “You can’t go out that way,” says I. ‘The road ends here.”’ “Turn around, can’t I?” he snaps. I looks at the road and stumps and shakes my head. “T can,” says he. “Tl do anything for my wife.’’ “All right,” says I. “It’s your machine and your wife.”’ I don’t know how he done it, but he did. He went over rocks, stumps or anything in front of him. Half the time he wasn’t in the seat at all, ’cause that machine pitched and bucked like a bronco, but he pulled leather and stayed with her. He made as complete a circle.as anybody would want to see, and stopped right in front of the cabin again—pointed the same way he was before he circled. “Didn’t I do it?” he crows. | ee | Then he looks ahead and behind. ‘He looks at Tip’s grinning face, and right there Aloysius gets sore. ‘“T hired you to guide me!” he wails. “The fellow in Silver Bend was right.” “What did he say about Tip?” I asks. “He told me to get a guide,” explains Aloysius. ‘‘He told me I’d get completely turned around in this country, and he’s right— I did.” “Do it again,” says Tip. “By the whis- kers on a waumpus, I ain’t never been so amused before in my life. Do it again. T’ll show you one stump you missed.” I walks over and peers into the body of that machine. There’s enough stuff in there to start a trading-store with. ‘“What’s that rigging in there?” I asks, and Aloysius seems to get over his peeve. “That is my picture machine. Ain’t I told you about that yet? Well, well!” “He’s going to photygraft animiles,”’ shrills Tip, grinning. ‘Goin’ to get them on the move, too. Danged nigh impos- sible, I reckon, but the blame fool thinks “Told you he can. Says he’s going to photygraft grizzlies and mountain lions. Haw! Haw! Haw! Interests of eddication. Be of benefit to the people. Daw-gone! I reckon the undertaker will get his, and that’s about all.” . ““My dear sir,”’ says Aloysius, ‘‘you seem remarkably able to get facts twisted. I hired you as a cook—not to prophesy.” “You did like ! I’m the guide.” “Well, guide me then! I want to go——” cComicloooks | C©