Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 1, 1922 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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

ARGOSY~ALLSTORY K LY SATURDAY, JULY 11,1922 WY fF FE VOL. CXLIII NUMBER 6 By HARRY SINCLAIR DRAGO and JOSEPH NOEL Mr. Drago is author of ‘“Desert Law.”’ CHAPTER I. ‘““ MOVE, YOU GREASER!”’ HE scorching rays of the noonday sun beat down the Nevada desert. For mile on mile the alkali flats stretched away until the eye wearied of distance. Across the waste two tiny specks moved. Save for them all life seemed dead. Long before sunrise they had crossed the mighty range to the north, now dwarfed by distance into little, fantastic hills of purple cotton. Both horses and men were gray with dust. The horses snorted from time to time, to blow the biting alkali from their nostrils. The men’s throats were bricky dry, too; and yet the taller of the two hummed a song. Ahead of them green trees beckoned. It was the fringe of stunted cedars that had been their sign post all morning long. ‘They expected to find water and grass in the Timbered Buttes. Beyond that they had no plans. Abruptly they began climbing the bench 80r 1OOOLK C©