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WKAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Buck Duane, quick on the draw,
, ,iic Cal Biain in self-defense and |
kl: ,«c m outlaw After adven
ts on the road he Roes to Bland’s ;
U There he wounds a man named
Boomer and becomes a bosom
•nerd of another named Euchre. He .
meets Mrs. Bland and also a girl
Jennie, held prisoner by Bland,
’ V } !0111 he rescues after a series ot
intrigues in which he is forced to
deceive Mrs. Bland.
This leads to Duane’s killing of ■
Bland, the outlaw leader, and rush- j
j n g off with Jennie, who is lost lat- j
Duane roams the roads for years |
as an outlaw, finally going to meet J
Captain MacNeily of the Rangers,,
w ho had asked to see him. Mac- j
Nelly is kind to him, and offers him j
a pardon if he will accept an offer \
to become a Ranger and go after!
Cheseldine’s gang. MacNeily had j
become interested in Duane after a
Miss Lee had spoken in his behalf.
Duane premises MacNeily to do
him service. Meanwhile MacNeily i
gives Duane much welcome news. I
Duane goes to visit the Miss Lee j
who had intervened for him with
MacNeily, and finds her to be none j
other but Jennie. They talk and!
tell each other of their love, and
when Duane tells Jennie he is com- j
missioned to capture Cheseldine !
she breaks down and begs him to
break his word to MacNeily.
Duane sets forth on the hunt for;
Cheseldine. At Ord he locates the j
band of outlaws. At Bradford lat- j
er, he gives the night operator, j
Buell, instructions, saying he is go- i
ing to arrest a man.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
“You can go back to her, Duane!
It never seemed possible, but now it’s
true. Fight with us from cover —then
go back to her. You will have served
the Texas Ranger as no other man
has. I’ll accept your resignation.
You’ll be free, honored, happy —and
rich. Jennie’s rich, Duane. And
loves you! She’s ”
But Duane cut him short with a !
fierce gesture. He sprung up to his
feet and the ranger fell back. Dark
silent, grim as he had been, still
there was a transformation singular
Safety 9 silence and
simplicity are features
of the new Ford,
six-brake system
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ONE cf the first tiimgs you
will notice when you drive
the new Ford is the quick,
effective, silent action of its
six-brake system.
Thi9 system gives yon tbe
highest degree of safety and
reliability because the four
wheel service brakes and the
separate emergency or park
ing brakes are all of the
mechanical, internal ex
panding type, with braking
surfaces fully enclosed for
protection against mud,
water, sand, etc.
Tbe many advantages of
this type of braking system
have long been recognized.
They are brought to you in
the new Ford through a
series of mechanical im
provements embodying
much that is new in design
nnd manufacture. A particu
larly unique feature is the
imple way by which a spe
cial drum has been con
structed to permit the use of
two sets cf internal .brakes
on the rear wheels.
A further i mprove ment
in biaking perf ormance is
effected by tbs self-center
ig feature of the £our
■iiCel brakes —aa
vxclusive Ford dc*
elopment. Tlirbugh
.EQMDMQTOR COMPAff
i more sinister, stranger.
“Enough. “I’m done,’’ he said som
berly. “I’ve planned. Do we agree—
or shall 1 meet Poggin and his gang
alone?”
MacNeily cursed and again threw
up his hands, this time in baffled
j chagrin. There was deep regret in
1 his dark eyes as they rested upon
Duane.
“I accept, Duane,” he rejoined
quietly. “I’ll go about arrangements
at once.”
Duane was left alone.
Never had his mind been so quick,
! so clear, so wonderful in its under
j standing of what had heretofore
; been intricate and elusive impulses
iof his stranger nature. His deter
! urination was to meet Poggin. Meet
; him before any one else had a
chance—Poggin first—and then the
■others! He was as unalterable in
i that decision as if, on the instant
of its acceptance, he had become
stcnc.
At a few minutes before half-past
j two a dark compact body of horse
! men appeared far down, turning in
!to the road. They came at a sharp
i trot —a group that would have at
! tractcd attention anywhere at any
i time.
They came a little faster as they
! entered town —then faster still —
i now they were four blocks away—
| now three —now two. Duane backed
! down the middle of the vestibule, up
i the steps, and halted in the center
|of the wide doorway.
There seemed to be a rush in his
i ears through which pierced sharp
ringing ciip-clop of iron hoofs. He
could see only the corner of the
street. But suddenly into that shot
I lean-limbed dusty bay horses. There
was a clattering of nervous hoofs
pulled to a halt..
Duane saw the tawny Poggin
speak to his companions. He dis
mounted quickly. They followed
suit. They had the manner of ranch
ers about to conduct some business.
No guns showed.
Poggin started leisurely for the
! bank-door, quickening step a little.
The others, close together, came be
hind him. Blossom Kane had a bag
in his left hand. Jim Fletcher was
left behind, and ha had already
this construction, the entire
surface of the shoo ia
brought in steady, unifoim
contact with the drum the
instant you press your foot
on the brake pedal. This
prevents screeching and
howling and makes the Ford
brakes unusually silent iia
operation.
Another feature of tbe
Ford brakes is the ease of
adjustment.
The four-wheel brakes
are adjusted by turning a
screw conveniently located
on the outside of each brake
plate. This screw is so
notched that all tour brakes
can be set alike simply by
listening to the “clicks. ’
The emergency or park-*
ing brakes on the new Ford
require little attention. How**
ever, should they need ad
justment at any time, con
sult your Ford dealer for
prompt, courteous, and eco
nomical service. He works
under close factory super
vision and lie has been spe
cially trained and equipped
to kelp you get the greatest
possible uco from your car
o>Ver the longest period
of time at a,mini-.
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gathered up the bridles.
Poggin entered the vestibule first,
with Kane on one side, Bolclt on
the other, a little behind him.
As he strode in he sow Duane.
Something inside Duane burst,
Somethin ignside Duane burst,
piercing all of him with cold. Yv as
it that fear?
“Buck Duane!” echoed Kane.
One instant Poggin looked up,
and Duane looked down.
Like a striking jaguar Poggin
moved. Almost as quick, Duane
threw his arm.
The guns boomed almost togeth
er.
Duane felt a blow before he pulled
trigger. His thoughts came swift
like the strange dots before his
eyes.
His rising gun had loosened in
his hand. Poggin had drawn quick
er!
A tearing agony encompassed his
breast. He pulled—pulled—at ran
dom.
Thunder of booming shots all
about him!
Red flashes—jots of cmckc —shrills
yells.
The end —yes —the end!
With fading sight he saw Kane go
down, then Boldt. But supreme
torture —bitterer than death —Pog-
gin stood, mane like a lion’s, back to
the wall, bloody-faced, grand, with
his guns spouting red.
All faded —darkened. The thun
der deadened. Duane fell, seemed
floating.
There it drifted —Jennie Lee’s
sweet face, white, sad, with dark
tragic eyes —fading—fading —fad-
ing—
Light shone before Duane s eyes
—thick, strange light that came and
went. It seemed a long time with
dull and booming sounds rushing by,
filling all. It was a dream in which
there was nothing. Drifting under a
burden —darkness —light sound —
movement. Obscure struggling
thought —vague sense of time —long
time.
There was blackness and fire,
creeping cousuming tire. He was
rolled and wrapped in it —and a fark
cloud carried him away, enveloped
him. \
He saw then, dimly, a room that
was strange, strange people moving
about, over him, with faint voices,
far away, things in a dream.
He saw again,, clearly, and con
sciousness returned, still strange*
still unreal, full of those vague and
far away things. He was not dead,
then. He lay stiff, like a stone, with
a weight ponderous as a mountain
upon him. And slow dull boating
burning agony racked all his body.
A man bent over him, looked deep
into his eyes, and seemed to vesp
er from a distance: “Duane —Dtfpnai
—Ah, he knew me!” * j
After that another long time *f
darkness; when the light came again,
clearer, this same dark-eyed earn
est man bent over him. It was Mac-
Nelly—and with recognition the
past flooded back.
Duane tried to speak. His lips
were weak and limp. Their move
ment was barely perceptible.
“Have —you —sent —for her?”
“No, oh no. It’s not that bad.
You’ve a chance. Why, man you’ll
get well. You’ll pack a sight of
lead all your life, Duane. The whole
Southwest knows your story. You
need never be ashamed again of
the name Buck Duane. It’ll live in \
Texas with that of Davy Crocket.
Think of Jennie —home —mother'.’
Then there w.ng a white house —
home —and his heart beat thick.
How familiar it all was —how
strange, too! And all seemed magni
fied.
The scmcone in white cried low
and knelt by his bed.
His mother flung wide her arms
with strange gesture.
“That man—that’s his father!
Where is my boy? My son, oh, my
son!”
It was sheer pleasure to lie by,
the w r est window and watch Uncle j
Jim whittle his stick and listen to j
him talk. He was old and broken.
He told so many interesting things ;
about people Duane had known,
people who had grown up and mar
ried, failed, succeeded, gone away,
died. But it was hard to keep Uncle
Jim off the subject of guns, fights,
outlaws. He could not seem to. di
vine how mention of those things
made Duane shrink.
Uncle Jim, old, childish now, and i
he had a pride in Duane. He want- !
ed to hear it all —all of Duane’s ex- j
ile. And if there was one thing j
more than another that pleased him j
it was to speak of the bullets Du
ane carried in his body.
“Nine bulletts, wasn’t it? Nine in
that last scrap. By gum! A man’s j
a man to carry them. And you had j
three ;befu(re?”
“Yes, uncle,” replied Duane.
“Nine and . three —that makes '
twelve. An.even dozen. Ybu could
pack more than that, niy boy, and '
get away..with them. There’s Cole
Younger—-I’ve seen him. "He’s got j
.twenty-three. But Hejs a ' bigger j
jmia-n than,''you—more, flesh,
j* t .‘‘Funpy,, wasn’t, it,- about” the d6c- 1
cutlin’ one. bullet out of (
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THE CHATHAM RECORD
you if it’d stayed there.”
“It would, indeed, uncle,” said
Duane, and the old, haunting, som
bre mood returned.
But Jennie was with him most of
the time and when she was by there J
was a deep, quiet joy such as had
never been his.
She knelt by him at the window',
her sweet face still white, but with
warm life beneath the marble, her
eyes still intent, haunted by shad
ows, but no longer tragic.
“The pain, Duane—is it any
worse today, dear?” she asked.
“No, it’s the same. It will al
ways be the same, Jennie. I’m full
of lead, you know. But I don’t mind
that.”
“It’s the old mood —the fear?”
“Yes. It haunts me. I’ll be able
to go out soon. Then it’ll come
back.”
“Nc—no, Duane,” she said.
“Hush! Listen to me,” she whis
pered, with tender arms round him.
“I understand. But you will never
have to draw again, Duane. You’ll
never kill another man, thank God!
For you will have me with you al
ways. Soon you’ll be well. Then,
Duane, we’ll —w r e’!l be married.
“We’ll take Uncle Jim and moth
er and go far from Texas, north
somewhere —to 1 |diana, Michigan,
anywhere that we want. I have
money, Duane! Isn’t it wonderful?
The little, ragged girl you met out
in B1 — out in the Rio Grande!
“Do you remember my greaser
sandals —no stockings! And I was
lame then. Oh, it all comes back!
But that’s past. We’ll buy a farm,
and you will be busy with horses
and cattle and sheep.
“You’ll forget, i’ll lovo you so.
Maybe—l—l hope—oh, I pray—
there’ll be children. We’ll be happy,
Duane.”
They watched the sun set golden
over the line of low hills in the West,
down over the Nueces, far beyond
the wild country of the Rio Grande
which they were never to see again.
THE END
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