Adventure, February 20, 1922 — page 175: what you’re looking at

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pebd doy) 0 The Closed Trail “Newton can’t handle ’em. They’ve got Anderson and Pete tied up, and sent me out to say you can have ’em if you'll let the rest go; none of ’°em dared come themselves.’ “Andy,” said Gorham, ‘“‘there’s another man in there we want, but we don’t know who it is, yet.” Sawtelle nodded. “I know,” he replied. “Well, if you know, spit it out, and the sooner the rest of you hit the breeze the better we'll like it.” But Sawtelle shook his head. *“You know me better than that, Frank.” it all, Andy,” Gorham broke out, *“‘you’re not going to shield a man that would have another—a man with a wife and babies—killed like a dog, hit over the head in the dark with a club, are you?” Sawtelle studied a while. “1 don’t think it was Newton,” he said at last. “That’s plenty. Go back and tell ’em to come out without their guns, and to bring Anderson and Pete with them.” “Newton and Crawford won’t give up their guns, you know that.” ‘Tell ’em to come out with ’em on, then, but to come, or we’ll blow the rest of the house to ——, and them with it,” said Gorham savagely. A little later the disarmed men of the ‘Broken Bow stood grouped in front of the wrecked ranch-house, Newton and Craw- ford, still armed, a little to one side. Gorham and his men faced them, the two doomed men in the front line. 173 Then Gorham stepped forward and spoke sharply— ; “Crawford, we want you, too.” Crawford went white. “T had nothing to do with it,” he said. Anderson looked at him with disgust. “You liar,’’ he snarled. Newton whirled on Crawford. “You cur! This is your work, is it?” But Crawford was like a cornered rat. The smoke of two guns met and blended, and when it drifted upward Kate Newton was sole mistress of the Broken Bow. ar ray, and vastly pleased with the “J world, stood in the Diamond Flush, his back to the bar, an empty glass in his hand. “Fellows,” he said, “isn’t luck a —— of a thing? Here this Newton fixes up a play that looks unbeatable, and a girl, a little mouse of a girl, and his own daughter at that, knocks the whole thing sky-high, and she no more knowing what she was doing than a baby. “Yes,” he went on, “‘he holds three aces, and then the queen ‘falls to Buck Ewing, who’s likewise plumb innocent; which fills our hand, and Newton’s game goes up in smoke, and him with it.” He turned around. “Barkeep, set out another case; tonight’s when a lot of Boot steers get swallowed FRANK GORHAM, in festive ar- whole. Fill up, boys, and I’ll give the old- fashioned toast: ‘Here’s to the bride and groom,’ ” @) « Gomicbookszcon Liu a | Jaa