THE CIMARRON NEWS. BOISE CITY, OKLAHOMA
THE HIGHGRADER
"SAVE U81"
BTNOPSia—Word that thslr
nightly frolic* tr« dlataataful to
* party of "high-toned Brltleh-
•r«" recently arrived at tha
l. dga, ainona thorn an «rmy rap-
Ulti and his slater Of the numa
nam* aa hlmaalf, la brought lo
Jack Klliiirtiy (known tO Ida In-
tlmatea aa Crumba) and xoma
frlunda camping on (ha Gunnlaon
In Coloradft. Called to >•
for tha uproar by Wobyana Varln-
der, anubblah inllllonalro, nu'iu-
bar of tha Brltlah party. Jack
anuba that Individual anil ha* a
friendly chat with Moya Dwiglit,
attractive Irlah girl. Jack haa no
uae for hla British relatlvea, two
of whom he known are at the
Lodita. While hahlng, Jack again
meets Mlaa Dwlght. and by her
la Introduced to tlio other mem-
bera of the party, chief of whom
ara lx>rd and L*ay l'arquhar, as
"Mr. Crumba." Jack la immeiiaely
Impreaaed by the lowliness of
Joyca Hehlon, cotnpanloR of Moyu.
Next day, at Uuunlaon. the Kar-
quhar party area "Mr. Crumba"
win th® bucking broncho cham-
plonahlp. Ha disappears after the
conteat. On thalr way home Moya
and her companions ara over-
taken by a aherlff'a poaae In pur-
ault of two men who have robbed
the treaaurer of the County Fair
aaaoclatlon of tha proceeds of the
■ how. The aherlfT declares the men
are Jack Kllnteny ("Criimba")
and hla friend Colter. Captain
Kllmeny and hla sister nulue
that Jack la their coualn. Hla
participation In the robbery aeema
aaaured. Jack meeta Moya and
convinces her of hla Innocence of
the crime charged against him.
Joined by the Farquhar party,
Jack's relationship to Captain
Kllmeny and his sister is estab-
lished. He leaves them. With
Jack Kllmeny hla prlwonar, the
sheriff makes a short stay at tha
Lodge. Jack, on leaving, takes
thfc captain's hat Instead of his
own. In Jack's hat Moya and In-
dla discover a paper giving direc-
tions for finding a package.
Captain Kllmeny and the two
f;lrls find It—the money stolen
rom the fair association. Con-
vinced that Jack Is altogether
unworthy of her thoufthta, Moya
becomes engaged to Captain Kll-
meny. who has long been her
suitor. Meeting Jack, Moya
frankly tells him the discovery
of the "loot" has convinced her
he Is a thief. She-Incidentally re-
veals the fact that Captain Kll-
meny la on his way to return the
money. Jack leaves her. The
captain Is held up and robbed of
the cash. Jack admits the hold-
up, explains the mystery and Is
restored to the confidence of the
visitors. Moya and Joyce Seldon
are caught In a blizzard.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
Moya spofte with a business-like
cheerfulness meant to deceive her
friend. She knew It must be her part
to lead. Joyce was as soft and about
competent as a kitten to face a
crisis like this. She was a creature
all curves and dimples, sparkling with
the sunshine of life like the wavelets
of a glassy sea. But there was in
toer an Instinctive shrinking from all
pain and harshness. When her little
world refused to smile, as very rarely
It did for her, she shut her eyes,
stopped her ears, and pouted. Against
the Implacable condition that con-
fronted them now she could only
whimper her despair.
They waited with loose reln  for
tvhe ponies to move. The storm beat
upon them, confining their vision to
space within reach of their out-
stretched arms. Only the frightened
walls of Joyce and the comforting
words of her friend could be heard In
the shriek of the wind. The ponies,
feeling themselves free, stirred rest-
lessly. Moya clucked to her roan and
patted his neck encouragingly.
"Good old Billy. Take us home, old
fellow," she urged.
Presently the horse began to move,
ilmlessly at first, but soon with a
iteadiness that suggested purpose.
Moya unloosed with her chill fingers
the rope coiled to her saddle, and
threw one end to her friend.
"Tie It tight to the saddle horn,
Joyce—with a double knot," she or-
dered. "And keep your hand on It to
« that it doesn't come undone."
"I can't tie It. My hands are frozen
. . I'm freezing to death."
Moya made fast one end of the rope
tnd then slipped from the saddle. The
jther end she tied securely to the sad-
lie horn of her friend. She stripped
!rrm her hands the heavy riding
auntlets she wore and gave them to
royce.
Pull these on and your hands will
>e warmer, Don't give up. Sit tight
 nd buck up. If you do we'll be all
•lght."
"But I can't . . . It's awful. . . .
3ow far do we have to go?"
"We'll soon hit the road. Then we
•an go faster."
Moya swung to her saddle again
tiffly, and BLUy took up the march in
he driving storm, which was growing
very minute more fierce and bitter.
'Tie girl did not dare give way to her
vn terror, for she felt if she should
come panic-stricken all would be
t. She tried to remember how long
■pie could live In a blizzard. Had
; not read of some men who had
^•n out two da.vs in one and yet
cached safety?
The Icy blast bit Into her, searched
hrough to her tones and sapped her
itrength. More than once she drew
ip the rope wth her Icy hands to
nnke sure that Joyce was still in the
addle. She found her there blue
rom exposure, almost helpless, but
Sill faintly responsive to the call of
Ife.
The horses moved faster, with more
ertalnty, so that Moya felt they had
truck a familiar trail. But In her
eart she <?.oubti d whether either of
lie riders would come to shelter alive.
Tie ponies traveled upward Into the
ills.
Joyce, l?1nf forward helpless across
m saddle born slid gently to the.
jhe
■l>o
ground. Her friend stopped. What
could she do once ahe had defend-
ed, It would t>e (impossible to get back
Into the saddle.
Searching the hillside, the girl's
glance was arrested by a light. She
could not at first believe her good for-
tune. From the saddle she slipped to
the ground In a huddle, Mildly found
her feet again, and begun to clamber
up the stiff Incline. I'ri^i-nily
uiude out ■ hut. Stumbllngly,
staggered up till she reached the door
and fell heuvlljr against It. clutching
at the latch so that It gave to her
hand and sent her lurching Into the
room. Her knees doubled under her
and she Mink at the feet of one of
two men who aat beside a table play*
lng curds.
The mun leaped up as If he had
seen a ghost. "Goddlemlghty, It's s
woman I"
"My friend . . . she's outside . . .
at the foot of the hill . . . save
her," the girl's white Hps framed.
They slipped on macklnaw coats
and disappeared Into the white swirl-
ing night. Moya crouched beside the
red-hot stove, and life slowly tingled
through her frozen veins, filling her
with sharp pain. To keep back the
groans she had to set her teeth. It
seemed to her that she had never en-
dured such agony.
After a time the men returned, car-
rylag Joyce between them. They put
her on the bed at the far corner of
the room, and one of the men poured
from a bottle on the table some whis-
ky. This they forced between her un-
conscious Hps. With a shivering sigb
she came back to her surroundings.
Moya moved across to the group by
the bed.
"I'll take care of her If you'll look
after the horses," she told the men.
One of them answered roughly.
"The horses will have to rough It.
This ain't any night for humuns to be
hunting' horses."
"They can't be far," Moya pleaded.
Grudlngly the second man spoke.
"Guess we better get them, Dave.
They were down where we found the
girl. We can stable them In the tun-
nel."
Left to herself, Moya unlaced the
shoes of Miss Seldon. Vigorously she
rubbed her feet and limbs till the cir-
culation began to be restored. Joyce
cried and writhed with the pain, while
the other young woman massaged and
cuddled her In turn. The worst of
the suffering was past before the men
returned, stamping snow from their
feet and shaking It from their gar-
ments over the floor.
"A h—1 of a night to be out In,"
the one called Dave growled to his
fellow.
"Did you get the horses?" Moya
asked timidly.
"They're In the tunnel." The un-
gracious answer was given without a
glance In her direction.
They were a black-a-vlsed, Ill-favored
pair, these miners upon whose hospi-
tality fate had thrown them. Foreign-
ers of some sort they were, Cornish-
men, Moya guessed. But whatever
their nationality they were primeval
savages untouched by the fourteen
centuries of civilizing Influences since
their forbears ravaged England. To
the supernervous minds of these ex-
hausted young women there was a
suggestion of apes In the huge muscle-
bound shoulders and the great rough
hands at the ends of long gnarled
By Wm. MacLeod Raine
Copyright by O. W. Dili log ham Oa
Stumblingly, She Staggered Up Till
She Reached the Door.
arms. Small shifty black eyes, rimmed
with red from drink, suggested cun-
ning, while the loose-lipped heavy
mouths added more than a hint of
bestiality. It lent no comfort to the
study of them that the large whisky
bottle was two-thirds empty.
They slouched back to their cards
and their bottle. It had been bad
enough to find them sullen and inhos-
pitable, but as the liquor stimulated
their unhealthy imaginations It was
worse to feel the covert looks stealing
now and again toward them. Joyce,
sleeping fitfully in the arms of Moya,
woke with a start to see them drink-
ing together at the table.
"I don't like them. I'm afraid of
them," she whispered.
"We mustn't let them know It,"
Moya whispered in her ear.
For aa boor she had been racked
by fears, had faced unflinchingly thei-
low laughs und furtive glum es,
Now one of tha wen spoke. "From
Gnldhanks?"
"Yes."
"You don't live there."
"No. Wa (telling to (he English
pnrty—Mr. Verlnder's friend*."
"Oh, Verlnder's friends. And which
of you Is Ills partlculsr friend?" The
sneer wus unmistakable.
"We started out this afternoon for
wild (lowers and the storm caught
us," Moya hurried on.
"So you're Verlnder's friends, are
you? Well, we don't think u whole
iot of Mr. Verlnder out here."
Moya knew now thnt the mention
of Verlnder's nuine had been a mis-
take. The relations between the mine
owners and the workmen In the camp
were strained, and as a foreign non-
resident capitalist the English mil-
lionaire was especially obnoxious.
Moreover, his supercilious manners
had not helped to endear him since his
arrival.
The man called Dave got to his feet
with a reckless laugh. "No free lodg-
ings here for Mr. Verlnder's friends.
You'n got to pay for your keep, my
deriYs."
Miss Dwlght looked at him with un-
flinching eyes which refused to under-
stand his meaning. "We'll pay what-
ever you ask and double the amount
after we reach camp."
"Don't want your dirty money. 01'
us a kiss, lass. Thnt's fair pay. We
ain't above kissing Verlnder's friends
If he is a rotten slave driver."
Moya rose to her slender height,
and the flash of courage blazed In her
eyes.
"Sit down," she ordered.
The man stopped In his tracks,
amazed at the resolution of the slim
tall girl.
"Go on, Dave. Don't let her bluff
you," his companion urged.
The miner laughed and moved for-
ward.
"You coward, to take advantage of
two girls driven to you by the storm.
I didn't think the man lived that
would do it," panted Moya.
"You'n got a bit to learn, miss.
Whad's the use of gettln' your Dutch
up? I ain't good enough for 'ee, like
enough."
The girl held up a hand. "Listen!"
They could hear only the wild roar
of the storm outside and the low sobs
of Joyce as she lay crouched on the
bed.
"Well?" he growled. "I'm Ustenln'.
What, then?"
"I'd rather go out into that white
death than stay here with such crea-
tures as you are."
("Doan't be a fool, lass. Us'n won't
hurt 'ee any," the second man reas-
sured roughly.
"You'll stay here where It's warm.
But you'll remember that we're boss
In this shack. You'n came without
being asked. I'm d—d If you'll ride
your high horse over me."
"Go on, Dave. Tak' your kiss, man."
Then the miracle happened. The
door opened, and out of the swirling
wind-tossed snow came a Man.
CHAPTER IX
Out of the Storm a Man
He stood blinking In the doorway,
white-sheeted with snow from head
to heel. As his eyes became accus-
tomed to the light they passed with
surprise from the men to the young
women. A flash of recognition lit in
them, but he offered no word of greet-
ing.
Plainly he had Interrupted a scene
of some sort. The leer on the flushed
face of Dave, the look of undaunted
spirit In that of the girl facing him,
the sheer panic-stricken terror of her
crouching companion, all told him as
much. Nor was It hard to guess the
meaning of that dramatic moment he
had by chance chosen for his entrance.
His alert eyes took in every detail,
asked questions but answered none,
and In the end Ignored much.
"What are you doing here?" de-
manded one of the miners.
"Been out to the Jack Pot and was
on my way back to town. Got caught
In the storm and struck for the near-
est shelter. A bad night out, Trefoyle."
He closed the door, moved forward
into the room, and threw off his heavy
overcoat.
Moya had recognized him from the
first instant. Now Joyce too saw who
he was. She twisted Uthely from the
bed, slipped past Moya, past the min-
ers. and with the sob of a frightened
child caught at his hand and arm.
Oh, Mr. Kllmeny, save us . . .
save us 1"
Jack nodded reassuringly. "It's all
right. Don't worry."
She clung to him, shivering back to
sel#-controL This man's presence
spelled safety. In the hlgh-laced boots
of a mining man, he showed a figure
well-knit and graceful, springy with
youth, but carrying the poise of pow-
er. His clean-cut bronzed face backed
the promise; so too did the ease of
his bearing.
Moya gave a deep sigh of relief and
sat down on the edge of the bed, grown
suddenly faint At last her burden
was lifted to stronger shou'dera.
"You slat wanted here. Jack Kll
many." the standing miner said sour inputs" and could whip his welxht
ly. He was undecided what to do,
perplexed and angry at this unexpect-
ed hindrance.
"Seems to be a difference of opin-
ion shout thnt, Pcsle," retorted the
newcomer lightly, kicking snow front
the spurs and (he twls of his boots
"Trefoyle snd me own this cabin
You'll sing smsll, by gud, or you'll
get out."
"You wouldn't put a dog out on
night like this, let nlone a man. It
would be murder," Kllmeny answered
mildly.
"There's horses In the tunnel. Yoti
can bed wl' them."
Jnck glanced around, took In the
whisky bottle snd their red-rlinmed
eyes. He nodded agreement
"Itlght you are, boys. We three will
move over to the tunnel and leave the
bouse to the women."
"You ain't got the say here, not by
a d—n sight, Jack Kllmeny. Thls'll
be the .way of It. You'll git out.* We'll
stay. Underatand?" Peale ground out
between set teeth.
Jack smiled, but his eyes were like
steel. "Suppose we go over to the
shaft-house und talk It over, boys.
We'll all understand It better then."
Kllmeny still stood close to the red
hot stove. He waa opening and clos
lng his fingers to take the stiffness of
the frost out of them.
"By G—d, no I You go—we stay
See?"
The young man was now rubbing
Industriously the thumb and forefinger
of his right bund with the palm of his
left
"No, I don't see that, Peale. Doesn't
sound reasonable to me. Hut I'll talk
It over wltb you both—in the Bhaft
house."
Jack's eyes were fastened steadily
on Peale. The man whs standing close
to a 6helf In a corner of the cubb
The shelf was In the shadow, but Kll
meny guessed what lay upon It. He
was glad that though his legs were
still stiff and cold the fingers of his
right hand bad been mussaged to
supple wurmth.
"You be warm now, lad. Clear
out," warned the big Gornlshman.
"Build 'ee a fire In the tunnel, inon,"
suggested Trefoyle.
"We'll all go or we'll all stay. Drop
that, Peule."
The last words rang out In sharp
command. Quicker than the eye could
follow Kllmeny's hand had brushed up
past his hip and brought with It
shining thirty-eight.
Taken by surprise, Peale stood stu-
pidly, his hand still on the shelf. His
fingers had closed on a revolver, but
they had found the barrel Instead of
the butt.
"Step forward to the table, Peale—
with your hand empty. That's right,
Now listen. These young women have
got to sleep. They're fagged to ex-
haustion. We three are going over to
the shaft-house. Anything you've got
to say to me can be said there. Un-
derstand?"
The man stood In a stubborn sullen
silence, but his partner spoke up.
"No guns along, Kllmeny, eh?"
"No. We'll leave them here."
"Good enough, eh, Peale?"
Trefoyle's small eyes glittered. Sly
ly he winked to his partner to agree,
then got a lantern, lit it clumsily, and
shuffled out with Peale at his heels
Joyce clung to Jack's arm, bewltch-
Ingly helpless and depsndent. A queer
thrill went through him at the touch
of her soft finger tips.
"You won't leave us," she Implored.
"You wouldn't, would you?"
"Only for a little while. Bolt the
door. Don't open It unless I give the
word." He stepped across to Moya
and handed her his revolver. In a
very low voice he spoke to her. "Re-
member. You're not to open unless
I tell you to let me In. If they try to
break the door shoot through It at
them waist high. Shoot to kill.
Promise me that."
Her dark eyes met and searched
his. The faintest quiver of the lip
showed that she knew what was be-
fore him. "I promise," she said in
the same low voice.
Moya bolted the door after him and
sat down trembling by the table, the
revolver in her shaking hand. She
knew he had gone to fight for them
and that he had left his weapon be-
hind according to agreement. He was
going against odds just as his father
had done before him in that memor-
able fight years ago. If they beat
him they would probably kill him.
And what chance hkd one slender man
against two such giants. She shud-
dered.
"What are they going to do, Moya?"
whispered Joyce.
Her friend looked at her steadily.
"Didn't you hear? They said they
wanted to talk over the arrange-
ments."
"Yes, but—didn't It seem to you—?
Why did he give you that pistol?"
"Oh, just so that we wouldn't be
afraid."
Hand In hand they sat. Their hearts
beat like those of frightened rabbits.
The wall of the wind screaming out-
side seemed the cry of lost souls. Was
murder being done out there while
they waited?
Kllmeny strode after the Cornlsh-
mfen with the light-footed step of a
night nurse. Beside the huge miners
he looked slight, but the flow of his
rippling muscles was smooth and hard
as steel. He had been In many a
rough and tumble fray. The saying
went In Goldbanka that he "had the
In
wildcats. There wus In htm the flght>
lng edge, that stark courage which
shakes the nerv# of a man of lesser
mettle. lie knew thnt tonight ha
needed It If ever he did. thesa
men were strong aa beurs and had aa
little remorse.
Inside the shaft-house, hla quick
glance swept the dimly lighted room
and took In every detail.
Trefoyle put the lantern down en a
shelf and 'urned to the man who had
Interfered with them. "1s t a tight y«
want, mon?"
Kllmeny knew the folly of attempt-
ing argument or appeal to their sense
of right. Straight to business he cut.
"I'm not hunting one. Hut I reckon
this Is up to me. I'll take you one at
a time—unless you'd rather try It
two to one und make sure."
Ills sneer stung. Peale tore off hla
coat with an ungry roar.
"Hy G—d, I'm good enough for you."
Head down like a bull, he rushed
at his foe. Jack sidestepped und
lashed out at him as he shot past.
Peale went down heavily, but scram-
bled awkwardly to his feet and flung
himself forward again. This time
Kllmeny Threw Away His Drill and
Fought It Out With Peale.
Kllmeny met him fairly with a straight
left, tilted back the shaggy head, and
crossed with the right to the point
of the Jaw.
As the fellow went to the floor tha
second time Jack waa struck heavily
on the side of hla face and knocked
from his feet upon the body of tha
Cornlshman. Even as he fell Kll-
meny knew that Trefoyle had broken
faith. He rolled over quickly, so that
the latter, throwing himself heavily
on top of him, kneed his partner In-
stead of Jack.
His great hands gripped the young
man as he wriggled away. By sheer
strength they dragged him back. Kll-
meny wrapped his legs 'around Tre-
foyle to turn over. He heard a groan
and guessed the reason. The muscular
legs clenched tighter the man abova
him, moved slowly up and down thosa
of his foe. With a cry of pain tha
Cornlshman flung himself to one slda
and tore loose. His trouser legs wera
ripped from thigh to calf and blood
streamed down the Umb. The sharp
rowels of Kllmeny's spurs had sunk
Into the fiesh and saved their owner.
Jack staggered to his feet half
dazed. Peale was slowly rising, his
murderous eyes fixed on the young
man. The Instinct of self-preserva-
tion sent the latter across the room
to a pile of steel drills. As the two
men followed he stooped, caught up
one of the heavy bars, and thrust with
a short-arm movement for Trefoyle's
head. The man threw out his handa
and keeled over like a stuck pig.
Kllmeny threw away his drill and
fought It out with Peale. They
might have been compared to a rapier
and a two-handed broadsword. Jack
was more than a skilled boxer. Ha
was a cool punishing fighter, one who
could give as well as take. Once
Peale cornered him, bent evidently
on closing and crushing his ribs with
a terrific bear hug. It would have
been worth a dozen lessons from a I
boxing master to see how the young |
man fought him back with jabs and
uppercuts long enough to duck under I
the giant's arms to safety.
Figure out, if you can, the
result of the fight and what
happens after the fight is fin-
ished. Would ^lack be justified
in killing the two men?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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