Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 13, 1925 — page 56: what you’re looking at

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N28 “Are you all right, Margie?” he cried, and thrust the gun into its holster. She staggered to her feet and with a little cry stumbled into his arms. ‘Hold me tight!” she breathed. “ I’m so afraid.” The encircling arms asserted a more pro- nounced pressure in obedience with her wish. She clung to him, shaking. “You shot it from your horse!” she gasped. ‘Yes, yes. Stop shivering, honey. It’s all right. Stop worryin’. I told you I’d look out for you.” “It had me trapped,” she whimpered, clinging to him and dropping her head as if for comfort, upon his broad chest. “I was paralyzed.” He patted her back soothingly. “Just trust me, honey, just trust me. Larry will take care of you.” “ You-——you do like me, don’t you?” “T sure do! I like you fine!” “And you—you think [’m—pretty?” “Sure I do! Yow re the prettiest girl in the world!” “Vouwre not angry with me any more?” she asked with a little sigh of content. “Why! Of coss I ain’t! Who could be angry with a sweet little thing like you?” She lifted dewy eyes and a radiant smile. “Then you won't go out and fight and drink and gamble the night away and—-and leave me alone, will you, Larry?” “Margie,” he answered, pushing her gently but firmly away, “I can’t help my- self. Circumstances over which I have no control are a makin’ me /rave to go out and fight and drink and gamble the night away. What did you say, Margie?” “TJ said,” she bitterly replied, “ that I wondered why red-haired men were such selfish, horrid brutes!” CHAPTER XV. ENTENTE CORDIALE. HEN Julius and his two new V6 friends, trailed by the string of sad- died but riderless horses, came briskly down the slope to where the yellow ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, stage coach was standing, Spavin Yampdon, Judge Oglethorpe, Marshal Sniffin and Mrs. Yost were huddled together in a little group with expressions ranging from anx- iety to acute alarm. * Did you get my Jerginson?” the judge called as Julius came within shouting range. “No, judge,” the young man panted, “it wasn’t wise. None of us realized how serious this is. He has stolen Miss Cor- bin—taken her off into the hills with him!” His mother sniffed. ‘ Stolen her, indeed! Didn’t I prove to you all that her going was what the cheap politicians call a frame- up? It was prearranged. I am almost tempted to say I told you so.” Julius dismounted. ‘No, mother, this man Wilpin is much more dangerous than any of us supposed. He got that poor girl into his clutches by a crooked trick, and it is up to us to save her. Think of that poor, innocent child in that fellow’s power!” ‘‘ She’s a scheming harridan!” Mrs. Yost snapped. “Y love her,” Julius said simply, “ and she must be rescued from that scoundrel before it is too late. But it is a dangerous undertaking. I met these two men on the trail and they convinced me that it would be extremely inadvisable to follow Red Wil- pin single handed. He is the quickest man — on the draw and the deadliest shot in Car- cass County. We held a conference and agreed that it would be wise to return here, form a posse, and go after them in earnest.” ‘A verv sound idea,” the judge agreed. “ There is safety in numbers.” ‘Yes, sir! Now we're a gettin’ some- wheres,’ the stage driver chimed in. ‘ Who are these friends o’ yourn, Mr. Yost? Holy mackerei!”’ he gasped. “Can I be a seein’ true? Why! These two men are th’ two wust bad men north, east, south or west of the Texas Panhandle!” “Who are they?” Mrs. Yest bleated. “Tt’s Gory Oliver and Karl th’ Killer, * Outlaws?” ‘Oh, ma’am, if they was only nothin’ wuss than outlaws! Them two ’re guilty of more red handed murders th’n any pair 0’ men in th’ entire Southwest. They’re hoss thieves. They’re cattle rustlers. They’re oA cCoOmiclbooks ©) Cc