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Wey! +e NAN = if a ~ By EAURIE YORK ERSKINE - Author of ‘‘ The Confidence Man,’’ ‘‘ The Laughing Rider,’’ etc. VID PARMELEE, eighteen, is at spiritual odds with the harsh world of the cattle rangé to which he has been born. Bartholomew Parmelee, cattle baron, scorns his son for his opposition to the righting of wrongs with a six-shooter, and the rigors of Judge Lynch’s *“ court.”” David bows his head to: the paternal storm, but in his heart he is unafraid. Madge Hendry, daughter of an adjoining rancher, gives David a bull terrier pup, this breed being a symbol! of courage. Old Man Parmelee orders his men to run down and hang Harper Preest, a cattle rustler, against the protest of David. As a further chastisement of the spirit, the father commands his son to trim the terrier’s ears with a pair of shears. David defeats this decree, his opposition so inflaming the older man’s rage that he suffers a slight stroke. Then, in company with Aleck Sheffield, his loyal friend, David rides into the night to prevent the hanging of the captive rustler. CHAPTER VIII. A MAN-KILLER UNMASKS. AVID had cast off his wide brimmed hat so that the moonlight which streamed upon him took from his face the golden brown tint that covered but did not hide the red flush of his cheeks. Now his face was shining in a: silver glow, and his smooth cheeks, his curved lips, his curling black hair gave him the aspect of shining boyhood. But it was a: boy whose dark eyes burned with an: intolerable spirit, and it was his eyes rather than the gun in his hand that held the men transfixed. “It’s all off, Dasent!” His voice rang clear in the night, and the cattlemen who heard it found that it possessed the same intangible quality of his eyes. There was a magic in them both. “Stick up your hands!” he cried. re Not a man obeyed him, and yet it did not seem that they defied him. It appeared rather as though they were held motionless by his gaze and silenced by his voice. David walked slowly but very firmly This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for October 25 207 connichbooks.conn