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They should have been back an hour •go.” “More like two hours," Val Doug las thought. “If we was to drift into that town,” Steve said “either we’d meet ’em on the road, or they’re needing our help, by God! I think we oughter—” “We’re plenty close now,” Wheel er said. "You can see the lights of the town from here—or could be fore they all went out. If you think I’m going to take Marian into town —into a shooting scaape—forget it. Unless Tulare and Coffee get back with my car, so that she can go on back to the ranch—I stay here. And so does the car stay here.” “Don’t you bother about me,” Marian spoke. “I’ll get along ill right.” It was after midnight. Their plans for the crack-out of Horse Dunn were indefinite, because their^infor mation was indefinite. First was necessary the seizure of Walt Amos, for it was known that he carried the keys to the Inspiration lock-up; but the trouble was that they did not know how many deputies were camped with Amos, in his house be low the jail. If more than one or two were there, they thought that it would be a good idea to create a gunpowder diversion in some other quarter of the town, to draw away a part of the sheriff’s force. Tulare had driven Old Man Coffee into In spiration to make a reconnaissance, and what they feared now was that the hot temper of Tulare had got both scouts in trouble. “There ain’t much left of the night,” Steve complained. “There’s other nights.” “Leave one man here with Mar ian,” Steve suggested, “and let's the rest of us go take that town apart! Or anyway, find out what’s up.” They finally agreed upon this; but only after it was conceded to Billy Wheeler that they wait a quarter of an hour more. That last quarter of an hour dragged out like a week; and still no headlights appeared upon the Inspiration road. “It must be time by now,” Steve Hurley insisted. “Five minutes more.” A gleam of lights showed two miles off in the outskirts of the town; a car was coming out of In spiration at last. So slowly it came that for a time they were convinced that this could not be the driving of Tulare. Even when Billy Wheeler’s roadster pulled up opposite them on the road they stayed quiet for a mo ment, suspicious that the car was no longer driven by their own men. Then Old Man Coffee sung out. “Bil ly Wheeler?” “Here!” “Billy, let me talk to you a min ute—alone.” Val Douglas and Steve Hurley had started piling out, but now they looked at each other and reluctantly settled back. Billy Wheeler trotted across to the other car. Old Man Coffee dropped his voice to a muffled undertone. “It’s all over, kid.” “What’s the—” “Horse Dunn has run his own jail break, pretty near four hours ago. It took us a long time to ge' the full dope. We got it now. He got clear of the jail, all right, with that same derringer in the sheriff’s back, and using the sheriff as a shield. But the deputies mowed him down." “You sure? You sure this isn’t one of Bender’s tricks—” “I saw him laid out,” Coffee said. For a moment Wheeler was si lent. He was laboring under heavy shock; but already he was wonder ing what he was going to say to Horse Dunn's niece. "Did he get anybody?” he-asked, half uncon scious of what he said. “He couldn’t get a man. He made his break with an empty gun. And they found his ammunition lying on the floor inside.” They were silent again, for a long time. And to Billy Wheeler the night turned suddenly empty, as if a great and living force had gone out of it with Old Man Coffee’s words. “I suppose we may as well be getting back to the ranch,” Wheeler said at last. “Who’s going to tell Marian?” “I’m going to tell Marian. I’ll take her back in my car.” Coffee and Tulare stepped down, and followed him reluctantly across to Horse Dunn’s battered touring car, where the others waited. For a moment Billy Wheeler stood silent, one foot on the running board. The eyes of Marian and Steve Hurley and Val Douglas were on his face. Steve Hurley spun the starter and the engine began to purr; he sat waiting to jump the car down the road to Inspiration at the first word. “Well?” Val Douglas demanded at last. “Ki '»c‘. ir-ri tonight,” Wheeler heard himself tell them. "WeTl be going back to the ranch. Marian— you'd better come with me.” "What the—” Steve began. "Coffee will give you the dope on your way back. We got to get out of here now. Come on, Marian." They stared at him; but presently they obeyed. Billy Wheeler let the others turn Horse Dunn’s Car in the road and start back toward the 94, before he started his engine. Even after he had set his roadster rolling he drove slowly, half paralyzed with the Marian Dunn Sat Perfectly Still. dread of what he had to say. He knew that Marian was watching his face, waiting for him to speak. Suddenly she grasped his arm in both her hands. "Billy—what is it?” He let his car drift to a long-roll ing stop beside the road, and shut off the engine. "Billy! What’s the matter?” Still he could not speak, but sat with his hands gripped on the wheel, and his eyes on the far off vanish-1 ing tail light of Horse Dunn’s car, which Horse would never drive again. Once more he was seeking words, and finding no words at his command. Then Marian cried out sharply, as if she had read his mind, “It can’t be that—Tell me it isn’t so!” “Marian—I can’t hardly believe it myself. But—” i “My uncle is—” “Dead.” he said. Marian Dunn sat perfectly still, so still that he could not hear her breathe. Still he did not look at her, as that incredible silence set tled upon them; a silence so com plete that somewhere, many yards from where they sat, he presently could hear the faint, small gnawing that a kangaroo rat makes, working to get at the water in a cactus heart. Over all that vast range the moon light shone clear and clean as a light radiated by silver; you could even see the distant mountains, and there was a color of deep blue in the dark sky. This was the range that Horse Dunn had won. As far as the eye could roach, all that lean dusty land was under the domina tion of the 94 brand. Somewhere off in the night, scattered over the miles, were the bunches of cattle which Horse Dunn had branded in Marian’s name—scattered and few to the mile, but grazing an area so vast that Horse himself had not known how many they were, within a thousand head. It seemed a strange thing, almost impossible to believe, that the shaggy old fighter who had gained these long miles of desert, built these far-flung herds, would never ride this range again, nor count the scattered beeves, nor see this moonlight, cool and serene and clear, flooding the vast dry land that he loved. When the silence had grown until he could endure it no more. Billt Wheeler turned his eyes to Marian. She sat as still as a resting kit fox, and her face, turned straight ahead, was as white as the alkali flats un der the moon. Only, once, he saw her eyes turn, sweeping the unlim ited land that Horse Dunn had fought for in her name. He tried to say something. "Mar ian—Marian—” She turned into his arms, and hid her face in the hollow of his throat. For a few moments her breathing was irregular, but she did not weep. ‘‘We—can’t let the 94 go under; not —not now.” ‘‘It isn’t going under,” he said. “I tell you, you and I can show this coyote ring such a fight as they’ve never seen!” Marian said, "He gave me all his last years, while he was old. He had just one great lasting dream —his dream of a cow kingdom. But somehow I think he could have spent his last years sitting some where contentedly in the sun; ex cept that he wanted to do this thing, for me.” “I know.” “Billy, do we have a chance to whip the coyote ring?” He drew a deep new breath. “We can fight ’em to a standstill, fight ’em till they quit! I can clear the 94 of its debts at a stroke. The next step may be a little different than what he would have done—” “He’d have wanted you to fight the best way you knew—your own way.” “Then—we can win. Next step is to cut down the uncontrolled herds, and build better herds in their place; make a 40 mile fenced pasture of that north land you own—” “We own,” she corrected him. “—and use the fenced 40 miles as a barrier, to hold the young heifers clear; get in the best bulls we can buy, by the hundred, at any cost; dig tick dips, and set up chutes; vaccinate all calves against black leg the day they’re branded, de horn all young stock, make alliances with the feed pen outfits in west Kansas; break through a trail drive to Pahranagat, and ship our own stock, taking the breaks of the mar ket—” “But the coyote ring?” “Hire their best men—we’ll need a big outfit for the new ways; buy out what little they still own in the Red Rock country—and the coyote ring is done.” “It’s a gamble, Billy. If you go into this—it may break you, before you’re through.” “We’ll go broke together, then! If we can’t gamble together—but we will.” “This is what he would have wanted, Billy; I know it is, I know!" They sat quietly there for a long time, holding each other close. "Bil ly,” Marian whispered, "I have to know one thing more.” "Yes?” “How—did he die?” “He died fighting, Marian; you see—well—” “You mean he didn’t wait for us?” “That was it. He tried to make it on his own. He still had the der ringer. Then it seems—this is an i extraordinary thing — he almost made it look as if he had a chance! He held up the sheriff with the der ringer in' his back, and got out of the jail and broke clear; and died in gunsmoke, weighted down with lead.” "Did he—did he get any of the—” "That was the strangest thing of all. He had shells for the derrin ger; but he left them in his cell. He went through it all with an empty j gun—yet almost made it clear." “He did that for me,” Marian said ! in a choked voice. "He knew 1 hated guns and blood; if it hadn’t been for me—” "It was his own idea; his own way. What he wanted was pretty plain. He knew we would have been drawn in, and mixed up in it for ever, if he’d waited for us to get him clear. So he took the only way out he knew.” / "I’m sorry for one thing more than anything else. If only I could have known—could have changed it—” "Would you have wan'cd it any different?” he said gently. "Only this: I’m sorry that his gun was empty, because of me.” After a little while she added, "And one other thing. Before he took his long trail, I wish he had known that you and I have found each other.” "I think he knew. And that was what he wanted too, I think.” "I’m sure he did.” "When the coyote ring is whipped we’ll have built him such a monu ment as few men have had; a mon ument built of land and cows, and good horses, and men in the sad dle.” “The Cattle Kingdom he dreamed, and planned ...” They sat silent, close together, their eyes lost in the distances of the range of the 94; and the coyote moon swung low over the Tus caroras, promising sunrise, the cool soft colors of dawn on the Red Rock, and bacon and coffee cooked by Tia THE END Princess Te Puea, New Zealand Village Ruler, Is Worshiped by Her Subjects Under the leadership and direc tion of the daughter of a Maori chief—a princess—a group of Wai katos has recovered by purchase from white owners the lands sur rounding a spring sacred with re ligious significance and of sentimen tal value in the traditions of the tribe, writes a Waikato, New Zea land, correspondent in the Chicago Tribune. A native village, Ngaruawahia, has been built on these lands, after models and plans a century old, with carvings and all the charac teristics dear to the history loving Maoris, and here dwell Te Puea Herangi and several hundred of her people—oblivious to the changes brought about by aggressive invad ers. Though seventy-two years old and worn and wasted by tuberculosis, she had traces of former beauty and she was a grand and glorious woman. Even in a recumbent po sition, she had a regal look. Her complexion was light br»wn, her fig ure was small and thin, her fine [ gray hair was long and hung free and unconfined below her shoulders, large and expressive eyes alternate ly flashed Are and misted with tears as she discussed the conditions con fronting her people, her voice was soft and her manners were gentle. Te Puea is a remarkable woman. She deserves to rank with the world’s great. Her people worship her. 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