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The genuine box has a Red top with Mr. Kill's picture. At AU Drug Stuna CURLY AND KATE. Synopsis.—Adventurous and reck less, rather than criminal, and ex cited by liquor, Curly Flandrau and his chum, Mac, both practically mere boys, become involved In a horse-stealing adventure. Dispos ing of the stolen stock in the town of Saguache, Ariz., the band sepa rates. Mac is killed by a posse and Curly taken captive, after he has shot one and himself been wounded. The man shot is Luck Cullison, a former fighting sheriff. Cullison’s friends determine to lynch Curly as an example to cattle thieves. With the rope around his neck he Is saved by the Intervention of Kate Cullison, Luck’s daughter. Luck questions the boy concerning a no torious outlaw, Soapy Stone, real leader of the rustlers. Flandrau learns that Soapy Stone is Culll- son’s bitter enemy and exercises a baleful Influence over the ex-sher iff’s son Sam, who has quarreled with his father. Cullison goes ball for Curly. Curly rescues Soapy Stone from a bear trap. At the London ranch he discovers that the outlaw Is Sam Cullison’s rival for Laura London’s hand. Flandrau and Stone set out for the latter’s ranch. There Curly meets his com panions of the. rustling expedition. Young Cullison believes Stone i3 his friend and says he will stick by him. Flandrau sees some move is being planned and becomes con vinced it is train robbery. Sam leaves the ranch for Saguache. Curly accompanies him. Eavesdrop ping, Curly hears Stone and his lieutenant, Lute Blackwell, arrange to hold up the train at a crossing known as Tin Cup, and after the robbery shoot young Cullison and leave his body on the scene. Curly is accused by Stone of being a spy of Luck Cullison’s. They are sepa rated, but part with the under standing that their next meeting will mean a fight to the death. Curly makes a confidant of Dick Maloney, cattleman. CHAPTER VI.—Continued. “Glad to see you, boy. You’re in luck that convict did not shoot you up when he had the chance. Saguache is sure buzzing this mo’nlng with the way you stood up for him. That lit tle play of yours will help with the jury in September." Curly thanked him for going ball. Luck fixed bis steel-spoked eyes on him. “By what Dick tells me you’ve more than squared that account.” Kate explained in her soft voice. “Dick told us why you went up to Dead Cow’s creek,” “Sho! I hadn’t a thing to do, so I just ran up there. Sam’s in town with tne. We’re rooming together.” “Oh, take me to him,” Kate cried. “Not just now, honey,” her father said gently. “This young man came here to tell us something. Or so I gathered from his friend Davis.” Flandrau told his story, or all of it that would bear telling before a girl. He glossed over Ills account of the dis sipation at the horse ranch, but he told all he knew of Laura London and her interest in Sam, but it was when he related what he had heard at Cluilk- eye’s place that the interest grew most tense. Luck’s eyes burned like live coals. The color faded from tlio face of his daughter so that her lips were gray as cigar ash. Yet she sat up straight and did not flinch. When he had finished the owner of the Circle C caught his hand. “You’ve done fine, boy. Not a man in Arizona could have done better.” Kate said nothing in words but her dark long-lashed eyes ruined thanks upon him. They talked the situation over from all angles. Always it simmered down to one result. It was Soapy’s first “You’re in Luck That Convict Didn't Shoot You Up.” play. Until lie moved they could not. They had no legal evidence except the word of Curly. Nor did they know on vlmt night he had planned to pull otT ’he holdup. If they were to make a •omplete gather of the outfit, with evi- leuce enough to land them in the peni- entlary, It could only be after the loldup Meanwhile there was nothing to do but wait and take what precautions they could against being caught by surprise. One of these was to see that Sam was never for an instant left un guarded either day or night. Another was to rid<j to Tin Cup and look the ground over carefully. For the pres ent they could do no more than watch events, attracting no attention by any whispering together in public. * * * ♦ * • a The old Arizona fashion of settling a difference of opinion with the six- gun had long fallen Into disuse, but Saguache was still close enough to the stark primeval emotions to wait with a keen interest for the crack of the re volver that would put a period to the quarrel between Soapy Stone and young Flandrau. It was known that Curly had refused to leave town, just as it was known that Stone and that other prison bird Blackwell were hanging around the Last Chance and Chalkeye’s Place drinking together morosely. It was observed, too, that whenever Curly appeared in public lie was attended by friends. Sometimes it would be Maloney and Davis, some times his uncle, Alec Flandrau, occa sionally a couple of the Map of Texas vaqueros. It chanced that “Old Man” Flan drau, drifting into Chalkeye’s Place, found in the assembled group the man he sought. Billie Mackenzie, grizzled owner of the Fiddleback ranch, was with him, and it was in the prelimi nary pause before drinking that Alec made his official announcement. "No, Mac, I ain’t worrying about that any. Curly is going to get a square deal. We’re all agreed on that. If there’s any shooting from cover there’ll be li lynching pronto. That goes." Flandrau, senior, knew perfectly well that inside of an hour word would reach Soapy Stone that only an even break with Curly would be al lowed. Another day passed. The festivities lmd begun and Curly had to be much in evidence before the public. Ilis friends had attempted to dissuade him from riding in the bucking broncho contest, but he had refused to let his name be scratched from the list of con testants. A thousand pairs of eyes in the grandstand watched the boy as lie lounged against the corral fence laughing and talking with his friends. A dozen people were on the lookout for the approach of Stone. Fifty others had warned the young man to be care ful. For Saguache was with him al most to a man. Dick Maloney heard his voice called as he was passing the grandstand. A minute later he was in the Cullison box shaking hands with Kate. “Is—is there anything new?” she asked in a low voice. Her friend shook his head. “No. Soapy may drift out here any minute now.” “Will he—?” Her eyes finished the question. lie shook his head. “Don’t know. That’s the mischief of it. If they should meet just after Curly finishes riding the hoy won’t have a chance. His nerves won’t he steady enougn.” • “Dad is doing something. I don’t know what it is. He had a meeting with a lot of cattlemen about it— I don’t see how that boy can sit there on the fence laughing when any min ute—” “Curly’s game as they make ’em. He’s a prince, too. I like that boy bet ter every day.” A lad made his way to them with a note. Kate read it and turned to Dick. Her eyes were shining happily. “I’ve got news from dad. It’s all right. Soapy Stone has left town.” “Why?" “A dozen of the big cattlemen signed a note and sent it to Stone. They told him that if he touched'Curly he would never leave town alive. He was given word to get out of town at once.” Maloney slapped his hand joyously on his thigh. “Fine! Might a-known Luck would find a way out. Soapy couldn’t stand out against the big' ranchmen when they got together and meant business. He had to pull his freight.” “Let me tell him the good news, Dick,” she said, eagerly. “Sure. I’ll send him right up.” Bronzed almost to a coffee brown, with the lean lithe grace of youth garbed in the picturesque regalia of the vaquero, Flandrau was a taking enough picture to hold the roving eye of any girl. A good many centered upon him now, as he sauntered for ward toward the Cullison box, cool and easy and debonair. Kate gathered her skirts to make room for him beside her. “Have you heard? He has left town.” "Who?" ‘‘Soapy Stone. The cattlemen served notice on him to go. So he left.” A wave of relief swept over the young man. "That’s your father’s' line work.” “Isn’t it good?" Her eyes were shining with gladness. “I’m so happy I don’t know what to do.", “I suppose now the holdup will be put off. Did Sam and Blackwell go with him?” “No. He went alone.” ‘‘Have you seen Sam yet?” “No, but I’ve seen Laura London. She’s all the nice things you’ve said about her." “I see she has made a friend of you." “You bet she has.” Miss Cullison shot a swift slant glance at him. “If you’ll come back this afternoon you can meet her. I’m going to have all those dimples and all that sunshine here in the box with ■ me.” “Maybe that, will draw Sam to you.” “I’m hoping it will. But I’m afraid not. He avoids us. When they met he wouldn’t speak to father.” “That's the boy of it. Just the same he feels pretty bad about the quarrel. I reckon there’s nothing to do but keep an eye on him and he ready for Soapy’s move when he makes it.” “I’m so afraid something will hap pen to Sam.” “Now, don’t you worry, Miss Kate. Sam is going to come out of this all right. We’ll find a way out for him yet.” Behind her smile the tears lay close. "You’re the best friend. IIow can we ever thank you for wliat you’re doing for Sam?” “Do you reckon I have forgot how a girl took a rope from my neck one night? Do you reckon I ever forget that?” “It was nothing. I just spoke to the boys.” “Or that I don’t remember how the man I had shot went bail for a rustler he did not know?" ' “Dick knew you. He. told us about you.” “Could he tell you any good about me? Could he say anything except that I was a worthless no-’count—?” She put' her hand on his arm and stopped him. “Don’t! I won’t hear you say such things about yourself. You were just a hoy in trouble.” “How many would have remembered that? But you did. You fought good for my life that night. I’ll pay my debt, part of it. The whole I never could pay.” Ilis voice trembled in spite of the best he could do. Their eyes did not meet, but each felt the thrill of joy waves surging through their veins. PART II Luck. CHAPTER I. At the Roundup Club. A big game had been in progress all night at the Roundup club. Now the garish light of day streamed through the windows, but the electric cluster still flung down its yellow glare upon (he table. The men were in their shirtsleeves. Big broad-shouldered fel lows they were, with the marks of the outdoors hard-riding West upon them. No longer young, they were still full of the vigor and energy of unflagging strength. From bronzed faces looked steady unwinking eyes with humorous creases around the corners, hard eyes that judged a man and his claims shrewdly and with good temper. Most of them had made good in the land, and their cattle fed upon a thousand hills. The least among them physically was Luck Cullison, yet he was their recognized leader. There was some innate quality In this man with the gray, steel-chilled eyes that marked him as first in whatever company he chose to frequent A good friend and a good foe, men thought seriously lie- fore they opposed him. He had made himself a power in the Southwest be cause he was the type that goes the limit when aroused. While Alec Flandrau shuffled and dealt, the players relaxed. Cigars were relit, drinks ordered. Conversa tion reverted to the ordinary topics that Interested Cattleland. The price of cows, the good rains, the time of the fall roundup, were touched upon. The door opened to let in a new comer, a slim, graceful man much younger than the others present, and one whose costume and manner brought additional color into the pic ture. Flandrau, senior, continued to shuffle without turning his head. 'Cul lison also had his back to the door, but the man hung his broad-rimmed gray lint on the rack—beside an ex actly similar one that belonged to the owner of the Circle' C—and moved leisurely forward till lie was within range of his vision. “Going to prove up soon on the Del Oro claim of yours, Luck?” asked Flandrau. He was now dealing, his eyes ou the cards, so that lie missed the em barrassment in the faces of those about him. “On Thursday, the first day the law allows," Cullison answered quietly. Flandrau chuckled. “I reckon Cass Fendrlck will be some sore.” Something in the strained silence struck tlie denier ns unusual. He ooked up and showed a momentary confusion. "Didn’t know you were there. Cass. Looks like I put my foot in it sure “Or You Wouldn’t Have Been Talking About Me,” Retorted Fendrick. quite well that Luck’s word was as good as Ills bond, hut lie chose to sug gest a doubt. “Maybe you’ll explain the joke to us, Cass,” the owner of the Circle C said very quietly. “Oh, I was just laughing at the things I see, Luck,” returned the younger man with airy offense, his eyes on the printed sheet. “Any law against laughing?" Cullison turned his back on him. “See you on Thursday if that’s soon enough, hoys.” Without looking again at Fendrick lie led the way to tha street. The young man, left alone, cursed softly to himself and ordered another drink. He knew he was overdoing it, hut the meeting with Cullison had an noyed him exceedingly. The men had never been friends, and of late years they had been leaders of hostile camps. Both of them could lie overbearing, and there was scarcely a week Imt their interests overlapped. Finally had come open hostility. Cass leased from the forestry department the land, upon which Cullison’s cattle lmd al ways run free of expense. Upon this he had put sheep, a thing in itself of great injury to the cuttle interests. The stockmen had all been banded to gether in opposition to the forestry ad ministration of tho new regime, and Luck regarded Feudriek’s action as treachery to the common cause. lie struck hard. In Arizona the ; open range is valuable only so long as the water holes also are common property or a private supply avail able. The Circle C cattle and those of Fendrick came down from the range to the Del Oro to water at a point where the canyon walls opened to a spreading valley. This bit of meadow j Luck homesteaded ayd fenced on the north side, thus cutting the cattle of his enemy from the river. Cass was furious. He promptly tore down the fence to let his cattle and sheep through. Cullison rebuilt it. put up a shack at a point which command ed the approach, and set a guard upon It day and night. Open warfare had ensued, and one of the sheep herders had been beaten because he persisted in crossing the dead line. Lift off Corns! Doesn’t hurt a bit and Freezonfl costs only a few cents. that time. 1 ee’tainiy thought you were an absentee,” he apologized. “Or you wouldn’t have been talking about me.” retorted Fendrick acidly. The words were Hung at Flandrau, but plainly they were meant as a challenge for Cullison. Fendrick passed to the rear room for a drink. His impudence needed fortifying, for he knew that since he had embarked in the sheep business he was not welcome at this club, that in fact certain members had suggested his name be dropped from the books. Before he returned to the poker table the drink he had ordered became three. The game was over and accounts were being straightened. Cullison was the heavy loser. The settlement showed that the owner of the Circle C was twenty-five hundred dollars be hind the game. He owed Mackenzie twelve hundred, Flandrau four hun dred, and three hundred to Yesler. With Fendrick sitting in an easy chair just across the room, he found | It a little difficult to say what other- ! wise would have been a matter of j course. “My hank’s busted just now, bc-ys. : Have to ask you to let it stand fo- a few days—say till the end of the week.” Fendrick laughed behind the paper he was pretending to read. He knew With your fingers! 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