The Argosy, June 1904 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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558 The Brandon agent was for having us stop for orders; but I wasn’t taking orders just then. I’d got away from the despatcher—who thought me some miles the other side of the smashed bridge—and there was still a fighting chance to win out for young Jed. “Will you keep on, Danny?” he asked me. “ Might’s well be killed for an old sheep as a lamb,” says I. “ But you'll have to make good for those two cars, I reckon, with your daddy.” - So we went on, and for the first time in the history of the O. K. & G. the express came into Helena on time. The General poked his pilot under the He- lena shed at exactly 2:25, and craning my head out of the window of the cab, I saw Jed Oliver make a flying leap from the parlor car step and run for the street. He made his office with the stock on time, if that’s any satisfaction. But THE ARGOSY. next morning [ was up on the carpet before Mason Oliver, and what he said to me before he told me to go and have my time made up was a caution to cats! Lose my job? Sure! Discipline must be maintained. But do you see this watch? Open the back and see that date engraved there. That’s the date the General Custer made that run to Helena. The O. K. & G. directors got wise to the time we made, and that was the beginning of changes on the old road that put it ahead. And when the new schedule was made up I got the best run of all. Hired me over again? Sure; but meb- be the reason old Mason Oliver did it was because young Jed cleaned up a tidy little sum out of that stock business of his, and bought into the O. K. & G. heavily. Young Jed wasn’t a man to forget a friend. FORCED INTO SOLDIERY. BY GARRETT SWIFT. A story of a good deed which brought about a train of extraordinary experiences in the land of the Sultan. CHAPTER XVI. THE INN AT ORLITZ. EF’ continued to hear the shouts, now drawing nearer and growing louder. “Do you think they will discover us?” asked Adria. “No,” I said, “I do not. The old hermit has been here too many years to be mistaken. As I judged the situation, the band has gone as far down the road as we could have gone, and now are re- turning and beating the forest to find us. Leave it to the hermit.” We sat there, clasping hands, and suddenly heard the gruff voice of Michael. Michael, we knew, cared nothing about finding us; he had set us free. *This story began in the February issue of THE ARGOSY. But to save himself from suspicion he must, of course, show some enthusiasm in the search. | “ How, old man!” he said. “ We are in search of two strangers who were our guests and left us last night, carrying with them much gold and silver.” “Ts this so?” asked the hermit. “I am sure I have not seen them.” “Oh, we'll find them,” said Michael. “Two men?” inquired the hermit. “No. A man and a woman.” Michael spoke loudly. I thought he did it more for the effect it would have on Alexandro’s warriors. “Such is my belief and my religion,” answered the Syrian, “that if a man and woman came to my cave and asked for shelter I would give it to them.” “That I know full well. But in this The four back numbers will be mailed to any address on receipt of 40 cenis. PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED LOOO C@ S C@