Adventure Magazine Cover, February 3, 1921 — page 159: what you’re looking at

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The Heart of the Range talks too loud sometimes, don’t he? You gonna foreclose on him, I s’pose?” “Like that!” Luke Tweezy snapped his teeth together with a click. “But foreclosin’ takes time. You can’t sell a man up the minute his mortgage 1s due. There’s gotta be notices in the papers an’ the like o’ that. S’pose now he gets to borrow the money some’ers before the sale? He'll have plenty of time to look around.”’ “Who'd lend him money?” “Old Salt would. He’s tight, but-he’d rather have Dale at Moccasin Spring than some one else, an’ he’d Jend Dale money rather than have him drove out.” “Shucks, he wouldn’t lend him a dime. I know old Salt. Don’t fret; we'll fore- close when we get ready.” “T ain’t frettin’,” said Racey. “You'll foreclose, huh? Aw right. I just wanted to be shore. You can go now, Luke.” Thus dismissed, Tweezy rose to his feet and glared down at Racey Dawson. His little eyes shone with spite. “Say it,” urged Racey. you don’t.” But Luke Tweezy did not say it. He knew better. Without a word he returned to the corral. “They ain’t gonna foreclose; that’s a cinch,” said Racey, when the ponies were ‘You'll bust if 153 fox-trotting toward Soogan Creek and the Bar S range five minutes later. ‘‘Luke’s tellin’ me they was proves they ain’t.”’ “Shore,” acquiesced Swing, “‘but what are they gonna do?” “T ain’t figured that out yet.” “You mean you dunno. That’s the size of at.” ‘“‘How’d you happen to be at that window so providential this mornin’?” Racey queril hurriedly. “How’d you s’pose? Don’t you guess I’d know they was somethin’ up from the nice, kind way you said so-long to me back there at the Dales? Huh? ’Course I did.- I ain’t no fool. Yuh’d oughta had sense enough to take me along in the first place instead of makin’ me trail yuh miles an’ miles. An’ where would you ’a’ been if I hadn’t come siftin’ along, I’d like to know? Might know you’d need a witness. Them two jiggers put together could easy make you lots of trouble. What was you thinkin’ of anyhow, Racey?” “How could I tell they was both gonna be together? Besides, three of the 88 boys was over in the bunk-house. I was countin’ on them.” “Over in the bunk-house, huh? A lot o’ good they’d done yuh there. A lot of good. Oh, yo’re bright, Racey. Id tell- a man that, I would indeed.”’ TO BE CONTINUED COMMICLOOOkKS (E@