Adventure Magazine Cover — page 133: what you’re looking at

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For Wounding—Retaliation Still, Kyle was old enough to have been her Daddy, and he should have been old enough to be sensible, but he wasn’t. He chucked her under the chin, making some idiotic remark, and staggered back with two long, bleeding scratches from eye to jawbone on the left side his erstwhile grinning face. he impulsive little meee had clawed Enraged, his open hand landed with vigor on her delicate, flower-like cheek, and Chaska was knocked sprawling. Her ‘slen- | der brown fingers curled about a convenient- ly handy dornick, and she scrambled hastily to her feet. /. Right then George took; a hand in the merry little war! He was a pretty hefty guy—more than one white on opposing foot-ball teams could give testimony thereto, after playing against the‘ braves” of the Indian School—and he was no slouch with the gloves. AJso, he held himself the equal of any man, be he white, red, green, blue, or—yellow! His fist started somewhere about the center of the earth and gave a perfect imi- - tation of a pile-driver working upward, with Brother Kyle’s jaw as the pile-capy Kyle was mad all the way through, and his dignity had been jarred, but so was his head when that unholy wallop connected. And his head got jarred again—sudden— when his feet flew up and he landed on the region of his cow-lick. It was no good time to go to sleep, but that’s what he did, nevertheless! One little mistake was made by Mr. Two- Deers. Instead of frisking Kyle while he had him quiescent, he soused him with a canteen of water, and Kyle gasped, grunted - and sat up. If he had been mad before, he was now in a murderous frenzy. He, Kyle! Struck and knocked out by an Indian—an Indian! It was—or would have been—unbelievable save and except for a sorely aching jaw and a most remarkable pain in his neck, a ring- ing and sizzing in both ears, and a queer, numb feeling at the back of his head. _ “gs angels!” he-snarled. ‘“You— mud-colored ! Hit me, will you?” In his hand appeared.a full sized Govern- ment model Colt’s .45 automatic. A slug from that was guaranteed to stop an ele- phant in full charge. _ Kyle was quick—considering the shape he 131 was in—but pretty little Chaska was “jest a leetle shade faster on the shoot!’’ Her graceful, shapely arm flew back and forward again. The dornick she had been” ‘cherishing took the infuriated agent where it would do © the greatest good—squarely over the ear— adding another bump to those already collected—and Kyle, realizing that it had been his busy day and that he felt tired, sighed gently and took another nap! He awoke to find old Inez bending over him, trying first aid to the sleeping—modus operandi the same as used by George— nice, sloppy, wet water, liberally poured from a five-gallon coal-oil can fitted with a baling-wire handle. With a groan, he sat up and glared about. ““Where’s that ——?” he demanded. “Gone went!’ Inez -explained succinctly, then added: “Him took you’ gun, too! Him gone Mesico! Him bad Injun!”’ “Why’n’t somebody stop him?” AY howled furiously. Inez shrugged. “Only me here. Me ol’ womans. Why me wan’ stop him? Him got you’ gun, me © tell you one time a’ready! Gun go hang! - No Inez! Goo’by me! Why you no stay *wake an’ stop him for you’self?”’ Kyle groaned again. He felt like groaning. “All right, Inez,” he mumbled. “No use me chasing him ‘while he’s got myj gat. Besides, I’m sick! I'll git him some day!” And he scowled malevolently. Once in his car he felt a trifle better. “Inez,” he said, simulating a heavy joviality he was far from feeling, ‘‘you’re a pretty good old gal. Here’s a dollar for you. If that —— comes ’round here again, let me know, an’ I'll give you fifty of ’em! Fifty dollars, sabe?” “Sure me sabe!”’ nodded Inez, but as the car rolled off, she muttered something which, had he heard it, would have cost - Kyle many an uneasy moment, for it was the Pima “Declaration of Unrelenting War.” War,-which could never end until the enemy was exterminated. For Inez had been as deeply smitten by the charms of the little Star-gleam, as that imperious small one had been captivated by the old woman’s infectious grin and heart- warming chuckle. And now, unless Kyle was sliminated. she would never hold that soft, cunning little imp to her lonely, old heart again, GOMIUE IOOkK ‘ (E) 44 it pia rtis Uo. Sores ety babii fieel shibat, Sota ies Preaee, Wi bls babs SRA rd ee ga Co <_ »4 ~ t., é as esas gol y * \s pos att A Fh . ‘ate coe f y 3 , Aq ¥ it i: RS . the _* sf \ ve tad Bt iY Hite af Las [eth vi * Ps v Np " ae sul as a ef . War is oy wi AS di “ui Li PRINS ARAN NNHER SOUR ME RUC AN YT ea Me RHIC prec OES TUN RAT Ne a fa isos ii 2