The Argosy, March 27, 1920 — page 103: what you’re looking at

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, THE TRAIL HORDE. 253 he’s cold an’ polite—an’ ca’am. An’ he escorts Antrim over to where Warden was standin’, an’ says, quiet an’ low: “ «Warden, I have brung back my vent. He sure was a heap of trouble, an’ he got himself attached to us right close. But as we haven’t got no further use for him we’re turnin’ him oversto you. I reckon he’s lookin’ to you an’ Singleton to pay him for the trouble of trailin’ us for two weeks, an’ for keepin’ me company as far as Red Rock, to see that my herd got there right an’ proper. Antrim,’ he says; ‘go to your boss!’ And he gives him a little shove to- ward Warden. : “Warden didn’t say nothin’—he’d lost his voice, I reckon. But Antrim goes off the handle complete. “The damned sneak lifted my guns!’ he yells. “* Vou wantin’ a gun?’ says Lawler, cold an’ ca’am. He backs up an’ lifts one of Shorty’s. Then he walks close to Antrim an’ shoves it into his right hand. ““« There’s a gun, you polecat,’ he says. ‘Fan it. I’d admire to blow the gizzard outen you!’ “But Antrim didn’t seem to be none tickled, now that he’d got the gun. He stood, lookin’ at it, like it was somethin’ strange an’ unusual, an’ he was wonderin’ whether he ought to hang onto it or drop it. Finally he grins sorta sheepishlike, an’ hands it back to Lawler, butt first. “*T ain't aimin’ to fight you to-day, Lawler,’ he says, his face bloomin’ like a cactus, “Lawler laughs, an’ gives Shorty his:gun back. Shorty grins like a tiger. ‘ Mebbe Singleton wouldn’t mind acceptin’ your kind offer, boss?’ he says. “But Singleton don’t break his neck reachin’ for Ais gun, neither. He stands there, lookin’ like a calf that’s lost its mother. An’ then Lawler laughs again, an’ says: : ““ Well, boys, seein’ that the reception committee has received us, an’ the honors has all been done, I reckon we’d better get the hosses off the cars an’ hit the breeze for home!’ ‘ An’ they done so. But before they went they smoked up the town considerable— as you all seen. Them boys had divided twenty-five thousand dollars between them, which Lawler give ’em for makin’ the drive, An’ they sure did celebrate. “except Lawler. He went right home, an’ I ain’t seen him since. But I reckon Warden an’ the rest of them ain’t had no Tegrets. I ain’t never seen no mournfuller- sight than them folks sneakin’ away from the station, All but Della Wharton. She was a grinnin’ sorta slylilee, as though some- thin’ pleased her.” CHAPTER XVI. THE WIRE-CUTTERS. HEN Lawler returned to the Circle L ranch-house he found that his sister Mary had gone East, to school. She had left for Willets on the second day following Lawler’s departure; and Mrs. Lawler had already received two letters from her. Mrs. Lawler watched her son keenly when she told him that Joe Hamlin had brought a letter, stating that Hamlin was to be per- mitted to take a number of mixed cattle from the Circle L—and that he had driven away one hundred. She smiled gently when she told Lawler that on the day before her departure Mary had visited Ruth Hamlin —had spent the whole day with her, and had come home, mysteriously delighted. Ruth had given up the school. “ Mary loves her, Kane,” said Mrs. Law- ler. And she smiled again when she saw a flush reach Lawler’s face. Lawler intended to ride to the Hamlin cabin this morning. It was the third day following his return to the ranch; and until now he had had no time for anything ex- cept to attend to the many details of work that had been neglected during his absence. There were still three thousand head of cattle on the Circle L range—the men had held them in the valley for a time during his absence on the trail, but the grass had grown sparse, and the herd was now grazing on the big plain beyond the northern slope of the valley. During the two days that he had been home the outfit had been busy. The Circle L had a dozen line camps—tiittle adobe comicbooksscom