Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 5, 1928 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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r Rope Neckties By JOHN WILSTACH Author of ‘‘ Under Cover Charges,’’ ‘‘ The Devil’s Flower,’’ ‘‘ Forged Faces,’’ ete. He was haunted by a memory that called for revenge, though he seemed jast a carefree roamer of the Western cattle ranges CHAPTER XIV. I MEET THAT LEADER. “¥’D clean out those two barrels of | your Colt, Harry, and reload.” I follered Shorty’s reasonable advice after we mounted and proceed- ed on our way in the same general direction we’d been taking. We got away from that lone form, with the hoss standing near immediate, for it isn’t healthy for strangers to be found near a dead body on a hostile range. My story of an even break might not be believed, and my plans was differ- ent. “T’m not a cold-blooded killer,” I explains. ‘‘It jest happens that one thing leads to another. You know I starts with those passwords of the gang, overheard by my dying brother. Then there is that hoss, ridden either by Mary or the young feller, with our brand still on it. “Guess after our stock had been driven so far north, they felt safe and was careless. Following this, there came this wonderful accident of get- ting Leary by himself, and making him think I was one of ’em.”’ “ But Miss Renwood and the cook— won't they say he left with us?” asks Shorty. “No,” I explains. “I gets Mary aside and makes her agree to have Car- rie and herself stand pat on the say- so that they haven’t seen Leary to- day.” “Figuring ahead, eh? I see, he could ’a’ been killed on the way back to the ranch, and never reached there ?” ‘“That’s my idea. And we stumbles on the body, riding to town, our mis- sion being to tell Renwood that his This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for April 21 674 COWMUC NOOLKS (C@