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ce went.” _ Kyle was glad to see the last of him, even . _ relief. Shane, the inspector, to use if it did entail losing sight of the beauteous, sunny-haired divinity. known on earth as “Maisie.” Kyle had business interests: which had suffered neglect by reason of Shane’s pres- ence. Hence the glow of satisfaction which _ pervaded the virtuous agent as he watched the monster car rapidly vanishing: ina Sexe of dust. To all intents and purposes, life on the reservation resumed its wonted routine. THE: Federal prohibition officer Jed Crockett glanced up impa- tiently from his desk as the door | eee, and a man walked in without stop- “heart!” he howled wrathfully. ~ *reenk wheesky’? Answer me, you—— ping to knock. . It was nearly dusk, and the-light. was poor, and Crockett took a second look to make sure he saw straight. Before him stood a dirty, frowsy, ragged, _and altogether disreputable looking Pima buck—the worst specimen Crockett had ever beheld. “What do “Well, Injun!” he snapped. you want in here?” ““Wan’ ’reenk wheesky, please,”’ wheedled the apparition. “You want—” began Crockett, blankly; then as realization came, he blew up. Striding hastily from behind his desk, he laid ungentle hands on the idiotically grin- hing aborigine. “Vil give you ‘reenk wheesky,’ dang your “Who the —— are you, buttin’ in here lookin’ for a And the literal reply nearly knocked him - flat with astonishment, for the other said in faultless English— -“T am the Man-who-hunts-booze!” “For the love o’ ——!” whispered Crock- ett feebly. “The man whom Shane told me to be on the watch for! word all right! Well, what have you to report?” “We can get the men who are at the head of the booze-running into the reservation, tonight, if we are lucky!” the ugly one assured him tersty. “Fine, if true!” . drawled the official, pessimistically. Inez’s graphic expression, had “ gone That’s the pass- ig eg Sh ey, A soa Siasaa ee SEAT eee 134 Adventure “ANDREW KYLE sighed with He had reason to be skeptical—not that he doubted the veracity-of the informant— Shane had vouched thoroughly for him, but because he knew from past and bitter experience that the old proverb anent the ‘“‘cup and the lip” usually reversed itself in his business. The cup and the lip connected frequently and satisfactorily, and the slips were con- spicuous by their rarity! “‘H-m-m-m!”’ he mused. “How many of them, and how Hany of us? Also, where? And “Tf you will take one other man, a fast car and myself, and start at once——” “Fine again!’ exclaimed Crockett. “You're talking business, feller! Keep it up!” “One moment,” the other interrupted blandly; ‘I have not finished! Please tele- phone Inspector Shane at the address he left with you, and ask him to come at once. He will understand where to meet us. Also, will you kindly provide me with a double- barreled shot-gun and a few buck-shot cartridges?” “Buckshot?” repeated Crockett. “Good Lord, man! Do you want to blow some- body into hash? What’s the matter with a rifle or a six-gun?” ‘Not for the “runners,” assured the Indian languidly. “Only for their tires.” Crockett grinned. “T’m not used to taking orders from any one, let alone an Indian,” he chuckled; “but I like your style! You win your shot-gun; hombre!” | Crockett himself was a Westerner, and once the Indian had stated that there would be only two men to cope with, he felt certain that himself, one deputy, and the Indian would be plenty. He would have thought shame to his manhood to take an “army.” An hour later they were within a mile of the line. Then the Indian spoke for the first time since they set out. _ “Straight to the foot of that butte,” he ordered. | Arrived, he alighted with a brief— “Come ahead!” “And leave the car here?” demanded Crockett. . “Sure,” was the reply. “The stuff was brought across the line and cached around the corner. They will come from the north- western angle. From there the car will be COMME NOOL<S (C@)