Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 13, 1920 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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AU Ue-D by, he is considering buying. drunk and shot up the place. less of shots advances to the door of the saloon. CHAPTER VI. AT THE RED FRONT, HEN Ike Stork had disappeared WV through the door of the Red Front, dragging the unconscious form of the bartender with him, the Tex- an poured himself a drink, set a quart bottle before him upon the bar, rummaged in a drawer, and produced a box of car- tridges, which he placed conveniently to hand, reloaded his guns, and took another drink. A report sounded in the street and a bul- let crashed through the window and buried itself in a beer keg. “Fog ’er up, ol’ hand, an’ here’s yer change!” Reaching over the top of a keg, he sent a bullet through the window. drew a volley from the street, and the big mirror behind the bar became a jangle of crashing glass. ‘‘ Barras ‘ll have to get him a new look- in’-glass,” he opined, as he shook the sliv- ah ) James B. Hendryx Author of “The Gold Girl,” “The Gun Brand,” “The One Big Thing,” etc, (A Sequel to ‘‘The Texan’’) PRECEDING CHAPTERS BRIEFLY RETOLD EX BENTON, after working for a year as foreman on the Y Bar Ranch, leaves for Timber City on the anniversary of Alice Marcum’s marriage to Win Endicott with the avowed intention of getting drunk. As it happens Alice and her husband arrive at Timber Citv that same day where Endicott has an appointment with Colston, owner of the Y Bar, which “ranch x. Alice, going for a ride, arrives at the Red Front Saloon just as a crowd of men are besieging Tex therein, he having made good his intention, become very Without hesitation Alice makes the men stand back, and regard- ers from his hat brim. ‘ The war’s on— an’ she’s a beaut! If ol’ Santa Anna was here, him an’ I could lick the world! This red licker sure is gettin’ to my head— stayed off it too long; but I’m makin’ up for lost time! Whoopee! “Oh, I’m a Texas cowboy, Far away from home, If I ever get. back to Texas I never more will roam.’ “Hey, in there!” The song ceased ab- ruptly, and, gun in hand, the Texan an- swered. 3 ‘There ain’t no hay in here! What do The Texan laughed: you think this is—a cow’s hotel? The liv- ery barn’s next door!” “They ain’t no outlaws goin’ to run Timber City while I’m marshal!” The shot “Put ’er here, pardner!”’ answered the ' ‘Texan. “ You run Timber City, an’ I’ll run the Red Front! Come on in an’ buy a drink, so I can get my change!” “You’re arrested fer disturbin’ the peace!” This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for November 6. 316 COMMICMOOOK<S.COLN