Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 145: what you’re looking at

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

HOPALONG CASSIDY’S . PAL. Hub sprang to one side, his hand streak- ing Up, and went down in a crumpled heap as Lanky’s gun roared. And with the roar of the gun a bottle flashed through the air from the side of the room and struck the Double-Y puncher on the shoulder, throw- ing him off his balance. At this instant Buck, snarling with rage and hatred, jerked out his own gun, fired at the deputy so hastily that he missed, and leaped. toward the nearest window. He went through it, taking sash and glass with him, and landed in the arms of a man who joined battle with him joyously. At the rear appeared a red-haired fellow with a Winchester in his hands, and his booming voice rang with sincerity. Again hands went up and remained there while anxious eyes watched the finish of this swift tragedy. At Red’s snapped command to the crowd Lanky, his balance recovered, leaped toward that same ruined window and through it, to land beside a struggling, writhing pair on the ground. As he bent over to peer through the darkness to estab- lish identities a face for an instant turned toward the faint light of the window, and Lanky’s arm rose and fell, the impact of the gun butt sounding sweet in his ears. 989 Mesquite untangled himself and stood up, grinning through the grime and blood on his face. He leaped to the window and slanted two guns through -it to help the watchful and grim Red keep the crowd under control. “ Yo’re a fool for luck, you grinnin’ fat- head!” flung Mesquite over his shoulder. “ An’ at last I’ve taken a prisoner, taken a man alive!” “ Hell you did!” snapped Langy pugnac- iously. ‘‘ Who chased him into yore arms, an’ stunned him?” There came a joyous shout from the rear door as Red saw Lanky push up beside Mesquite in the window. “TI knowed you'd do it!” yelled Red, grinning from ear to ear. “I knowed you'd get ’em!” “Yo're a liar!” snapped Lanky as he. slid through the window to take a close look at the man he had shot. “ You didn't know nothin’ of the kind!” “No more than you did, you lucky fool!” retorted Red, swiftly and easily shifting from false congratulation to earnest abuse. “Get yore makin’s?” he asked with a sneer. “Yes, I got my makin’s!” retorted Lanky triumphantly, “ An’ what th’ hell did you get?” THE END OF No.9 NEXT WEEK: “THE GIFT OF THE DARK.” U U U THE DIVORCEE ROSEBUD Was her youth, And the shriveling, settling petals Were pools of drying blood. You see, Her heart was broken, But then, It didn’t matter, There was nothing Left to spill. For roses live Perhaps a day And when their petals fall, They die. Sonia Ruthele ie. Vepet JOO CON SS Co