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While wait.nc for Roper to meet them at their secret hiding place. Jody saw Sho shone fall down. dead. ? ? ? CHAPTER XXII We're making a big mistake, not to hang him and be done with it/' Red Kane said. They were two days from Fork Creek now. This lung auu narrow room, which Jim Leathers paced so restlessly, was the kitchen of the main house at Walk Lasham's south west camp ? a convenient stop-over on the way to Sundance, where Rop rr was to be turned over to Ben Thorpe. "The quicker we hang him, the better we'll be off," Red Kane said again. Wearily, doggedly. Jim Leathers rolled a cigarette. He took his time about replying. "Seems like you al ready said that once before." "I'm liable to keep on saying it." Red Kane told him. "Things is dif ferent now." In the doorway, behind the two men who watched Bill Roper, a girl now appeared, a slim, full-breasted girl, whose dark, slanting eyes had sometimes troubled Bill Roper be fore now. He had not been surprised to find Marquita here in Walk Lasham's southwest cow camp, to which his captors had brought him. He had guessed, when he had last talked to her in Miles City, that she was Walk Lasham's girl; and in spite of her expressed eagerness to leave Lash am and ride with Roper, he real ized that Marquita still had to live in some way. Girls of her stamp could not af ford to throw down such a man as Lasham. until more interesting op portunities offered. Her face was impassive now, but fcne of the slanting dark eyes nar rowed in a definite signal to Roper. Undoubtedly she was capable of a passionate devotion, and an equally passionate cruelty. Anything could happen in a situation which included Marquita? with Marquita in love. For a moment Bill Roper resented the fact that he couldn't be interest ed in any girl except Jody Gordon ? a girl who didn't want him or need him. All the worst aspects of his own situation were apparent to him, then. He was an outlaw wanted the length of the Trail; probably would be an outlaw all the rest of his life, which gave every promise of being a short one. That even Ma?quita wanted him. or had any use for him, was a gift which he should have been glad to accept. What he had to think of now, though, was that Marquita was extremely likely to precipitate a lot of imme diate disturbance. Troubled, he wished to shake his head, or in some other way caution her that she must make no attempt to interfere. Roper had no inten tion of ever coming into the hands of Ben Thorpe alive. Somewhere between this place and Sundance, where Thorpe waited, he would make his play, however slim the chance. Yet he would rather take his chances with some unforeseen op portunity later, when they were again on the trail, than to be plunged into some helpfully intended situa tion which the girl might devise ? | with danger to herself and question ! able advantage to him. He was unable, however, with the I eyes of his two enemies upon him, to signal her in any way. It was typical of the quality of his captors that his hands were not tied ( or manaclcd. They told him where to sit and they made him stay put, : and they were careful that no op portunity was given him to snatch a W. N.U. Release camp. The news that had reached Lasham's southwest camp was bro ken. and seemed to hare been little understood by the men who had brought it: but Roper, with his in side knowledge of the force he had turned loose against Lasham. could , piece together its meaning well enough. Lasham's southwest out post. with its big herds of picked cattle wintering in this deepest and richest of the Montana grass, had been more powerfully manned than any other Lasham camp. But twice in the past week frantic calls for reinforcements from the outfits to the east had drained most of this man power away ? first five picked gunfighters. then a dozen cowboys j more, until only five men had been . left. The messengers who had killed their ponies to come for help had brought the camp a fragmentary story which gave Roper the deep est satisfaction. In their tales of incredible losses, of raiders who struck night after night at far separated points, driv ing cattle unheard-of distances to disappear weirdly in the northern wastes. Roper read the success of his Great Raid. Dry Camp Pierce was sweeping westward across Montana like a de stroying wind; by unexpected dar ing, by speed of movement, by wild Dry Camp Pierce was sweeping westward across Montana. riding relays which punished them selves no less than the cattle they drove. Dry Camp was feeding an increasing stream of Lasham beef into the hands of Iron Dog's bands, who spirited the beef forever from the face of Montana. By the very boldness of its conception and the wild savagery of its execution the unbelievable Great Raid was meet ing with success. And now Dry Camp had struck even deeper than Roper had planned, lifting the best of Lash am' s beeves from almost within gun shot. of Lasham's strongest camp. So well had Dry Camp planned, and so steadily did the luck hold, that a full day had passed before the loss inflicted by the raiders was discov ered. The five remaining cowboys at the southwest camp were only tightening their cinches as Jim Leathers rode in. Most of the Leathers party had joined the Lasham men in pursuit of Dry Camp's raiders. Only Jim Leathers himself and the unwilling Red Kane remained to convoy Rop er to Ben Thorpe at Sundance. Because of the confusion involved in the organization of the pursuit, the night was now far gone; already it was long past midnight. "There's still another reason," Red Kane said, "why it would be better to hang him now. Suppose that wild bunch of his knows he's here?" "How the devil would they know that?" Leathers said with disgust. "Maybe they was scouting us with spy glasses as we come over the trail today." "If they was, they would have landed on us right then, in place of waiting till we got Into camp." "Maybe the girl run to them ? " "The girl! You make me ?ick." "Have it ycur own way." "You're darned right I'll have it my own way. I don't want to hear no more about it. And I'll tell you this: if your trigger finger gets itchy while you're on watch tonight, you better soak it in a pan of water, and leave the gun be. Because if any thing comes up while you're on watch such that you got to shoot him, by God, next thing you got to shoot me ? you understand?" "I gue*s it couM be done," Red Kane said nastily. Leathers ignored this, and Red Kane disappeared. This time the door shut after him. Leathers said. "Get me a drink.? Marquita unhurriedly set out a bot tle and a class on the table beside Jim Leathers' elbow. "A deck of cards." Leathers said. She produced this. too. Marquita strolled over to Leath ers. the high heels of her slippers clicking lazily on the puncheon floor. "Why are you so cross with me?" she asked rrproachfully. She moved behind Jim Leathers, and slowly ran her fingers through his hair. "Ain't going to get you a thing," Jim Leathers said soi'rly. "No?" said Marquita. For a mo ment one hand was lost in the folds of her skirt; then deftly, unhurried ly, she planted the muzzle of a .38 against the back of Jim Leathers' neck. There was a moment of absolute silence, absolute immobility. Jim Leathers' eyes were perfectly still upon Bill Roper's face, as still as his hands, in one of which a playing caru hung suspended. But though his face did not notably change, Marquita. with her .38 Dressed hard against the back of the dflh&n'* neck, had turned white; her mouth worked as she tried to speak, and her wide eyes were upon Bill Roper in terrified appeal. Perhaps no more than a second could have passed in that way, but to them all it seemed as if time had stopped, so that that little fraction of eternity held their motionless forever. Bill Roper, moving up and for ward, exploded into action smoothly, like a cat. It was the length of the room between them that saved Jim Leathers then. Leathers twisted, lightning fast. Marquita's gun blazed into the floor as her wrist swept down in the grip of Leathers' left hand ; and Bill Rop er checked a yard from the table as Leathers' gun flashed into sight, be coming instantly steady. Marquita sagged away from Leathers, and her gun clattered upon the puncheons; but although Leathers' whole atten tion was concentrated up-.-a Roper, Marquita's wrist remained locked in his grasp. The gunfighter's voice was more hard and cold than the steel of his gun; it was as hard and cold as his eyes. "Get back there where you was." Bill Roper shrugged and moved back. Leathers flung Marquita away from him and with his left hand picked up her gun as the door of the storeroom was torn open and Red Kane bulged in. "What the?" "This thing come behind me and stuck a gun in my neck," Leathers told him. "The devil! You hurt?" "Hell, no! I took it away from her." Gently, tentatively, his long fin gers ran over his wounded leg. That bullet wound in his thigh must have tortured him unspeakably through the two days in the saddle; and it must have been jerking at his nerves now with red-hot hooks, roused by the swift action that had preserved his command. His face had turned gray so that the black circles under his eyes made them seem to burn from death's-head hollows, and his face, which had changed so little in this moment of action was relaxed into an ugly contortion. Slowly the gray color was turning to the purple of a dark and terrible anger. "By God," said Red Kane, "I told you we should have hung him!" "You told me right," Jim Leath ers said. The bum of his eyel never for a moment left Bill Ro per's face. "You was right and I was wrong. I should have hung him at the start." A pleasurable hope came into Red Kane's face. "Well ? it ain't too late!" "No, it ain't too late. Tie his hands." Keeping Roper between himself and Leathers, so that his partner's gun bore steadily upon Roper's belt buckle, Kane la3hed Roper's hands behind him. The frost-stiff rope bit deep. "Tie up this girl," Leathers or dered when Kane had finished. "I want her to see this show." Marquita said, "I'm sorry. Bill." Her voice was broken by hard, jerk ing sobs, and tears were running down her face; yet somehow her words sounded dull and dead. "I did the best I could.' "You did fine," Ro r said. "That was a game try." Hobbling on his stiff leg, Leathers moved to the out er door, flung it open; coatless, he stopped and signaled Red Kane back with one hand. "Red, get back! Get out of line!" With the quick instinct of a man who has always been in trouble, Red Kane jumped back into the room, carrying Bill Roper with him. Tkey all could hear now the sound of run ning horses. (TO BE CONTINUED) Children's Taste K, prner There aie tiny reas on tht tongue, known a* "taste-hudj," which arc linked v. ith the brim bj special nerves. TV o nerve* arc stimulated when ?c eat and drx.k and they convey to the brain sir., sations which give rivr to tht sense of taste A young child has v:-r 300 of these taste-buds on his tongue, but is his age men.. . i s a proper, tion of the taste-buds cease to be sensitive. 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For these riders were the picked gunfighters of Ben Thorpe's scores of outfits. They did not fear Roper, would not have feared him had he been armed. Bill Roper had no doubt that Red Kane and perhaps one or two of the others would kill a doomed pris oner for no more leason than Jim Leathers had suggested. The Lasham camp had been boil ing with news as Jim Leathers' men had ridden in at dusk with their prisoner. Much had happened on . the range while Leathers had waited I out Bill Roper at the Fork Creek
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