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ARGOSY-ALLSTORY we VOL. CXL Magtte a: --™ : Tl = SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1922 S LL, of NUMBER 3 Part I hf Douglas Grant Author of “The Fifth Ace,” “The Single Track,” etc, CHAPTER I. NIPPED WIRES. s AKIN’ ’em by and large, there ain’t a female in the county can ride like our gals of the Circle Six!” Tad Mason stretched out his short, plump legs in the shade of the bunk-house wall and watched with admiring approval the slim, graceful figure loping out through the ranch gate. ‘The little one just sits that there bronc like she was part of it!” “ She shore does,’’ Link Dole agreed, but without enthusiasm as he shifted his quid from one cadaverous cheek to the other. ‘¢ She’ll be ridin’ out to meet that Easterner again, the one that’s stayin’ down to the Central Hotel. Beats all how they’ll take to somethin’ different, don’t it? Ever sence that dance over to the Bar D, where this Chanler hombre showed her them new steps it looks like us punchers wasn’t no more ac- 1A count than a bunch of yearlin’ shorthorns to Miss Sylvie!” ‘* Oh, well, it ain’t often anythin’ as citi- fied as him drifts out to a cow-town, Link, and fur as we know there ain’t nothin’ ag’in’ him,’”’ Ted remarked easily. ‘ He looks you square in the eye when he talks, and though he don’t go moseyin’ around with no chip on his shoulder there’s a set to him as if he could take care of hisself when it comes to a little mix-up.” ‘‘'What’s he here fur, anyways?” Link spat copiously, and a nondescript dog which had been hovering about ingratiatingly be- took himself out of range in haste. ‘‘ He ain’t after cows or white-face and he don’t, *pear to be a lunger, while as fur ranchin’, the Triangle Four has been on the market sence Jed Price died and he ain’t even looked it over. It ain’t noways likely that he’s stayin’ at the Central Hotel fur the sake of the grub and the p’ints of interest around 321 COmiClboolks.Gonmn