Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 16, 1921 — page 87: what you’re looking at

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Ne by Rathaving Eggle ston WHAT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED DWARD WHARTON thought he had killed Arch Clayton in a quarrel over the last can of tomatoes while they are snowbound in a shack. Fleeing the place, Wharton sought refuge in the Neck-and-Neck ranch-house, whose sole occupant at the time, Dewilde Capet, found on him an envelope inscribed “ Arch Clayton.” ‘The latter is the man who tried to get the better of her uncle in the matter of a valuable formula for a pain-killer, and under the mistaken impression that he is a foe of her family the girl drove Wharton forth in spite of the fact that his personality drew her to him strongly. Morg Martin, a rich young fellow of the neighborhood, but rough of speech, found Clayton, not dead, but nearly so, in the shack, and succeeded in transferring him to the ranch-house, where, discovering that both Dewilde and Martin believed Wharton to be Clayton, he-did not undeceive them, but added fuel to their hatred of the man by relating that he had done his best to kill him. Morg Martin vowed vengeance and started in pursuit of the . “villain.” Meanwhile Wharton, bewildered in the snow, found himself back at a lean-to of the ranch-house, and possessed himself of Dewilde’s pony, Switches, leaving a note for the girl—which she did not see—explaining that he was taking the horse in order to reach a point where he could rehabilitate himself and return—worthy of her. Giving the cayuse his head, he was carried to Ellsworth and to the home of Mrs. Mosher, where a telegram informed him he had been left sole heir to his aunt’s fortune. ‘The first train after the storm being due, Wharton set out to ‘catch it with the good wishes of Mrs. Mosher, who took him for one of Dewilde’s swell Eastern beaus. Morg Martin appeared on his chase after the supposed Clayton, learned of Wharton’s call, demanded to know his whereabouts from Mrs. Mosher, then, hearing the whistle of the engine, leaped for the door, exclaiming, ‘‘ Damn you, he’s going off in that train!” CHAPTER IX, AN ANGRY PURSUER. ORGAN-«MARTIN ran with all the odds against him, but the deter- mination to get the murderer and horse-thief who was rushing away to claim the fortune of the man he had killed. Morg jerked his gun from its holster, If he could not get the man alive, he had made up his mind to get him dead. To get him anyway. Meantime Wharton dnd Mosher strug- gled up onto the platform. When the smoker came even with where they stood, a man leaped off. “Git on if you’re going! to stop!” Martin in turn reached the platform. He ‘Tain’t goin’ for the rear of the passing smoker. He lifted his gun and fired. Wharton heard the bullet sing past his ear. A voice rang out above the rattle of the train. ‘¢T’ll git on and nab him!” His hand rested on the handle of the car door. For a fraction of a second he stood. Then his tall figure vaguely outlined against the door, sank out of sight in the shadows. Morg reached the edge of the platform just as the rear of the train rolled by, gripped the thhand-rail and swung on. ‘For twenty minutes he battered and banged at the rear door to get some one to let him in. Finally a brakeman came to his rescue, unwittingly. “Great guns! What’re you—” saw one of two tall figures make a dive “I’m after a murderer! He's on this This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for April 2. 98 COMiCOOolkksS (C©