Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 5, 1928 — page 140: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

, The Foxy Guy By O. C. TRELEAVEN The man who thought he couldn’t be outsmarted, and the ignominious finish to the slick coup he had planned HE night was hot and sultry and still; breathless. Up around the peak of Thunder Mountain heat lightning flashed intermittently. Down in the Pass of Rocks below three men crouched, silent save when they whis- pered together nervously. They shield- ed glowing cigarettes behind cupped hands, Their nervousness was caused more by the fact that they, city crooks, were apprehensive of the silence and mys- tery of the high, dark places of the West than because of the crime they were about to commit. “Ditch them pills,” one of them whispered suddenly and _hoarsely. “It’s pretty near time now. I heard him say he’d leave Purdy around nine o'clock.” Two cigarettes were crushed into the dirt underfoot. “If 7 was running this job we wouldn't have smoked a pill,” one of them, a young yegg who was known as The Fox or, more popularly, The Foxy Guy, answered in a sneering monotone. ‘“ The smell travels far on a still night. Ain’t yeh learned that yet, Vic?” A large, dark shape behind. a bowl- der moved abruptly and a big man slid noiselessly over to The Fox. “Oh! If you was runnin’ this job, heh?” Vic Jasey growled. ‘“ Yeh wouldn’t let us smoke, eh? You figure nobody’s got any brains but The Fox, do yeh? Well, ne’ mind that. I’m the big boss, see? And if yeh don’t like it, what y’ going to do about it? Heh?” The sharp, pointed face of The Fox erew deceptively smooth and guileless. “ Could pull outa the deal, I guess,” he snickered in a nasal tone. “ But I 706 COPNICGLOOKS (C@