Pulp Fiction, 1921 · page 4 of 194
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nS a | Da ay nae, —- wh a TT par “DOG ST RAILS JULY 35,1921 Stee, VOL . KX, N.1. A COMPLETE NOVELETTE ““yv ‘W.C. TUTTLE Author of “Hashknife—Philanthropist,” “The Devil’s Dooryard,” etc N OBSERVER might have said that it was cruelty to animals to drive a team at high speed over such roads. Perhaps the two men, sitting on the seat of the swaying lum- ber-wagon, might have replied that it was cruelty to human beings for a team to act in that hurried manner.. There was no ques- tion but what the team of pinto horses had taken the matter into their own hands—or rather feet—and the two men had nothing to say about it. The equipage swept around the curving grade, skidding and bouncing, while the two men clung to the sides of the seat, staring straight ahead. Suddenly they whirled around another curve, the wheels of the lumber-wagon spin- ning dangerously near to the outer end of the grade, and just ahead of them, blocking the road, stood a stage-coach and four horses, headed in the same direction as the runaway. The sharpness of the curve and a strong wind blowing down the cajion had effectively masked the approach of the run- away, and there was no time for either man Copyright, 7921, by The Ridgway Company, in the United States and Great Britain. Gonnicbooks CGO INNS to jump nor for any of the people at the stage to get out of the road. At the side of the coach stood a woman. Just beyond her stood a masked man, rifle in hand. The driver was humped on his seat, lines held between his knees, while another masked man stood on the hub of a front wheel tugging at a heavy iron box which was partly wedged under the seat. The two men saw all this In a flash, and then the runaway team crashed into the rear of the stage. . The force of the impact drove the tongue of the wagon into the flimsy body of the stage, whirling it half-around and turning it off the grade; the four horses rearing and plunging as they whirled off the road and went down the sharp embankment. The pinto team was flung sidewise, jack- knifing with the stage; the wagon, going sidewise, caught in the deep rut and turned —completely over, following the wrecked stage off the grade. The two men were thrown from the wagon-seat; one of them turning a complete somersault and landing on his hands ane