Adventure Magazine Cover — page 134: what you’re looking at

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” ~. Cr y < eA —_ res One + - ' r= ‘ ~ r— - ye a . = = - 7 ‘ * > = Z Decidedly, Inez had = in for Brother a : Kyle, and,. like most kindly and tender- hearted people, once arouse her animosity, ee and she would prove implacable. mee zB THE little shindy with the Tyo: Fe ~4 Deers’ outfit was but a prelude. “5 => The desert is mighty dry terri- tory, but when it does rain there, Old Man Noah’s shower-bath was a drought by com- parison. ~. Two days later Kyle was packing a _ grouch that caused all other troubles he a - owned to seem like unmitigated joys. A huge touring-car stopped before his door barely two hours after sun-up. A big, gray-haired, gray-eyed man-alight- ed, and proved to be the new Government inspector, and with -him traveled ‘his daughter, a golden-haired, rose-and-lily featured, blue-eyed young lady whose gracious smile gave the susceptible agent _ “heart-trouble.” Kyle put in the entire a. m. showing them about. : _ Charmed i the flattering interest and attention evinced by the sunny-haired Radiance, he waxed ay. epee saga, briefly, thus— ““Irrigation—Civilization—Me, Kyle” ‘ And just then Pete Horgan, Indian police- man, hove into view, hazing ahead of him three Pima bucks sociably hand-cuffed together, howling drunk on “boot-leg’”’ of a peculiarly virulent sort smuggled into the reservation from south the border! Pete was using language—also a club. - The inspector’s daughter took one look— so did Kyle—so did the Inspector—then she, the oie one, murmured softly but distinctly: | “fAh, veal All the benefits of cieilizagonl” : = And added insult to injury by an unmistak- able, ‘“Tee-hee!”’ Kyle turned red clear to the back of his neck! Naturally, he felt still better when the inspector quietly remarked— _“*This can be explained, Mr. Kyle?” Mr. K. explained—too profusely—and. when his stock of breath grew scant, the inspector looked bored—incidentally, un- convinced, The next morning the inspector coolly announced that he would tour the reserva- tion without a guide, he wished to inspect for the Government, not for Kyle. And he advised the deflated and crest-fallen agent =i = wes te A nil S . = ~ Ce eS ee Oe pe a +>, _ 7". ee = eS St rs eee eee # ~~ See ae Wo eA gr abe ; = oe bets arn * ae - = ° = Mente = ne Ste 15953 RO = 4 ty 5 os ae PO ame Ye a aan te — Sak ae ae Sree Beat : 2 ti st See ES oe ; Py omg Adventure to hump himself and dig a pit wherein the booze-runners might tumble. The advice annoyed Kyle exceedingly. He had reasons for not digging holes— the exercise sometimes raised blisters of a painful sort! The inspector’s car stopped. before a tiny jacal. The horn blared and a quaint, withered, and unbelievably wrinkled old woman bobbed out the door. In flawless Pima the inspector asked her her name. His daughter’s eyes widened as her usually staid and dignified dad hurled his body out of the driver’s ‘Seat with a profane shout of: Hs bells! me?” The old crone peered into the face of the big man for a moment, then with an ear-to- ear prin, “Sure me know!” she cackled. “You L’ten’t Shane! You one time chase Apache —him carry me off—you catch—turn me loose—me never forget-——” thee , d’you sehecubes - Then pointing one bony finger at his companion— you get young wife? Plenty sweet!” , no!” heroared. “She’s my daugh- ter!” ““Q-o-o-oh?”? quavered old Inez, not a whit abashed. ‘Me only joke! Me know preety like her no marry weeth fat ol’ mans like peeg!”’ . Inspector Shane—one-time a slender and dapper lieutenant in the —th Cavalry— gasped; then catching the gleam in the old torment’s eye, he roared again—this time with laughter. “Light down, Maisie,” he guffawed. We’re due for a long visit! I can learn more from Inez in one hour than the whole Indian Bureau could find out in six months any other way.” Inez could both speak and understand English far better than she ever let on, and she had ideas of her own as to how much he would learn, and about whom it would be! Maisie tried to be agreeable—she wished to please her dad—and wound up by sitting with one of the old woman’s withered brown paws held gently in one of her own perfectly manicured hands, while the old Pima lady, for Inez was just that, and her father talked and chuckled and grew grave again. | Copmcoool< "Your old dad’s met up with a friend! . (E©) gas te