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Piney did not wait to see whether the sheriff replied to his call. Instead he beckoned violently to the handful of men grouped on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. "C'mon over!" he bawled. "Look what I found here this morning." Jack Harpe and the owner of the Starlight being among those present and responding to the invitation, Racey Dawson took a chance and went with the rest.

He had promised her at the last moment. The sense of having escaped something fateful was passing already. The coolness of the night and the quiet of the starlight had calmed him. He thought he had been a fool not to have stayed a little longer when she asked him so prettily; and he must go soon again. "I think I'll go to church this morning, Nelly.

And before he knew what had happened to him, the young fellow found himself sitting in the darkness by the roadside, grappling with honest tears, that astonished and scandalised himself. Next day he was still more bewildered by the position of affairs. Eleanor was apparently so much better that he was disposed to throw scorn on his own burst of grief under the starlight.

But the Gunki felt themselves honored beyond any Snimmy who had ever sniffed. They stuck their noses into the air and strutted along like drum-majors. "Dimples is for folks with tails," said the First Gunkus. It was blue dusk and starlight when they reentered the Garden.

"Shut up, will you?" squalled the goaded proprietor of the Starlight Saloon. "If you wanna make a speech go out to the corral and don't bother regular folks." "Hear that, Swing?" grinned Racey, and twiddled his bare toes delightedly. "Gentleman says you gotta shut up. Says he's regular folks, too. You be good boy now and go by-by." "Shut up!"

Anthony, and entered La Puerta from the western end. This was done for fear some advance-guard of the redmen might witness our movement if we went by the usual way, and because so large a party might leave a trail visible to the keenly observant enemy even by starlight, and there would be moonlight before we could cross the valley. It was my intention to make an ambush in La Puerta.

Through the darkling night, faintly visible in the feeble starlight there was no moon were driving shapes, a full score of them converging upon the little band. One look was sufficient. Mercutian fliers hurrying in response to their fellow's signal. There was no time, no chance to escape. "Very well, men." Hilary commanded, coldly calm. "Take cover. Do not fire until I give the order."

By the clear starlight Stern had brought the machine to earth on a little plateau, wooded in part, partly bare sand. Numb and stiff, he had alighted from the driver's seat, and had helped both passengers alight,

The two surly tramps made a collection of all the matches in the party, Whistling Dick contributing his quota with propitiatory alacrity, and then they departed in the dim starlight in the direction of the road. Of the three remaining vagrants, two, Goggles and Indiana Tom, reclined lazily upon convenient lumber and regarded Whistling Dick with undisguised disfavour.

"And Swing called him a liar, huh?" "And a one, too," elaborated Marie. "Put-up job." Gruffly Mr. Saltoun gave his opinion. "Shore." Tom Loudon nodded gravely. "Where are those four men now?" Racey asked, quietly, looking at Marie. "They were in the Starlight when I left town and they weren't drinkin'." "No, they wouldn't be."