Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 112: what you’re looking at

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908 the great tank, And suddenly she disap- Blackness swept upon him again with a deathly sound, as of wings. ET? CHAPTER XXXVIL. SAUCE FOR GANDERS. N ¥umpa the greatest excitement pre- vailed, and the keynote was exhilara- tion. By a stroke of Providence, the enemies of Yumpa had been disposed of. Friday Pepper was dead. Red Wilpin was dead. Margery Corbin was powerless. Yumpa was freed from the yoke of the oppressors at last! Sombreros were thrown into the air, and cheers were heard on every side. The siege of Yumpa was over! In the prevailing excitement, the crum- pled old man on the floor was forgotten. The fact that Friday Pepper had disposed about his pockets upward of $5,000 and a document signed by every biped in Yumpa, clearing him and his employer of any and all misdeeds, was for the time being over- looked. Mobs are ever swayed by whims, and the whim of this mob was to gloat upon the corpse of the bandit who had brought such sufferings upon them. “ Let’s have a parade up thar,” a grizzled old miner suggested. His suggestion was hilariously adopted. Those who had horses, mounted them; Whose who had not, walked. And at the head of the procession rode Julius Yost on the blue roan. A triumphant light bumed m the Kasterner’s eyes. Margery Corbin would be glad to see him now! But when he and his companions reached the desolate spot where the black water tank rose sheerly against the low rain- clouds, no vestige of life was visible. The bandit, his red hair plastered to his fore- head by the rain, lay stretched out under a poncho. The gir] was nowhere to be seen. ‘I want my diamonds,” Mrs. Yost an- nounced in a clear, authoritative voice. “ And I want my watch, my stickpin and my wallet,” Marshal Sniffin declared. Judge Oglethorpe pushed his way through the crowd pressing about the fallen outlaw. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. (“Is he dead?” he asked. “Yes, yore honor,” @ prospector said in a hushed voice. ‘ He’s buzzard fodder now.” The judge rubbed his hands and smiled sadly, as he shook his head. “ The way of the transgressor is hard. This young out- Jaw robbed me of a watch that I prized highly. It was a Jergiuson.”’ | “ Whut’s a Jerginson, yore honor?” the prospector inquired in respectful tones. “A Jerginson,” Judge Oglethorpe re-. plied, “is the name of a watch manufac- tured in Switzerland. This one was pre- sented to me by my associates when I re- tired from my bench in the appellate divi- sion. A Jerginson, my friend, not only tells time by split seconds, seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years; but it will strike the hour, the quarter and the minute by merely pressing a button, and it can be set to ring an alarm at any hour you may wish to be aroused.” “T shore would like to see that there timepiece, yore honor,” said the prospector. “The diamonds in the monogram alone are worth two thousand dollars,” the judge informed him. ‘ Now, if you people will kindly step back, we will search this man’s clothing for our stolen property.” The crowd moved back, and Judge Ogle- thorpe commenced his search. In one coat pocket he found Mrs. Yost’s diamond rings and ear pendants, Marshal Sniffin’s watch, fob and stickpin, and two billfolds which were identified as his own and the marshal’s.. In another pocket was Julius Yost’s billfold and a wad of bills of large denomination. “Them’re mine!” Black Dan MacGilli- cuddy cried. ‘ He won that roll off’n me in a crap game last night. It’s mine! Hand it over, jedge!” The judge relinquished the money to him. Presently in a troyser pocket, he found a heavy mass of five, ten and twenty- dollar gold pieces. “That there’s mine!” the roulette croupier of Hell’s Delight shouted. ‘ All that gold’s mine. I never paid off in nothin’ but gold. He won it off’n me bettin’ on th’ red. Give it here!” Like vultures they crowded about the prostrate form of the electrocuted bandit GOMIGDOOo C SS Co