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96 firing rapidly. The Audacious was steering wildly, with flapping sails, as if there was no one at the helm. Dense clouds of smoke - were still pouring up from her deck and men were leaping overboard. A forty-two pound shot flew screaming past to seaward and plumped into the water between the Achates and her nearest con- sort. The Sandy Hook batteries were now able to take a hand in the game. Twenty minutes later the baffled blockaders stood out to sea, while the Nabob entered the Lower Bay and bore up for the Narrows. “‘What,’’ demanded Captain Carteret- Carstairs, indicating the only gunny-sack that had not been thrown, “‘is in that?’’ Aaymono oe See ears =} Bee =a —— Adventure “Two gallon earthenware jar,” replied Asa Swift. “Found a lot of ’em on this ship when we captured her. with grape-shot, gun-flints, and a charge of powder. Loaded the others with brim- stone, sulphur and pepper—tons of it below. I’m sorry for those poor devils astern, but we’re too short-handed to beat em off any other way.” nasty Yankee trick!” said Carteret- Carstairs. “Tl admit it was nasty,” said Asa Swift; “but I’m glad to hear you admit that I’m a Yankee. If you’d only done so ten years ago, it would have saved a lot of trouble for both of us.” S\ YY, — ‘= = - we A SSS S25 esa ty 33 ———— oe, — df tual p= SS a ay £4 = f é gE =a a: 17 te ho <A TNO OS A J eee = py Las Or f} - <"7~ 5 — Sig t .\ ” _ Sr Sa Ps “4 S ‘, 3 Be — > S , Ss2 ES =. — = ip = = ; . . oa Author of “River Laughter,” “The Spirit Behind the Bluff,” etc ET LETARE owned the Tick- Tack-Toe brand ranch down in the Curly Grass Creek basin. He had picked up sixteen sec- tions in the old days, when picking was really good. Now he re- garded with satisfaction the fact that he owned a number of squares in a checker- board of Bad Lands. His sections were not all in a block. Instead, his squares touched only here and there at corners because vacant spaces, all government owned, were spread out among his deeded acres. Thus, instead of controlling his mere 10,240 acres, he had all the known water on at least 30,000 acres of grazing country, broken with the gray washes and dome- buttes that characterized the watershed of Curly Grass Creek. The rancher was a dark, taciturn, bow- legged, barrel-shaped man. He wore -his broad-brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes, and his fixed stare was like the cold hate of a mink. He rode a horse or killed it—sometimes both. He was a hard em- ployer. His ranch crew were hard men; six to eight of the number who did his bid- ding wore guns as of old, and sometimes ar- rived in the night, and departed in the night. Trails led in all directions from the clump of cottonwoods on a flat thirty feet above the level: of the creek, in which stood the rambling, sod-covered ranch-house, which was built of cottonwood logs, and which showed only small windows, with four six- by-nine sheets of wrinkly old glass. A huge stick and mud chimney indicated the posi- tion of the fire-place. A tall galvanized “To Make dt Self-Defense," copyright, 1921, by Raymond S. Spears. DOO Filled some . (©