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Wrecker “Now you’ve gone and done it!” groaned Pyrites, running to the burros. “Strike that tent and help me pack. Good Lord, of all the bad luck! I panned the dirt you left and it’s all pay gravel once it can be hydraulicked. And you have to stick your nose in strangers’ business and let them know you done it by belting one of them over the head! Why in sin did you have to go prowling down into that hole? What — made you go into that cabin where you must ’a’ known you wasn’t wanted?” “Curiosity, I reckon,” sighed Dinsdale, turning to help with the packing. “Once I was in I took the best way of getting out. The man I cracked over the head never saw me.” “But if he’s come to, or his mates have come along, they’ll scatter and soon find this: camp,”’ wrathfully deplored Pyrites. Mallow 127 ‘They'll find them heaps of dirt and where we've had a fire.”’ ‘That chap won’t come to his senses in a minute,” assured Dinsdale. “We ain’t got a single minute to lose. If they don’t catch us before dark I reckon we'll makeit all right.” “Going to give the valley a wide berth and make the divide above or below them?”’ asked Dinsdale. “Make the divide nothing!” snorted Pyrites. ‘“‘We’re going to make tracks back to the Rapid and follow it down to Rapid City as fast as we can hoof it. I only hope none of them are in Rapid City to see us come in.”’ “Tf my little adventure stops us from prospecting on the divide I don’t know as I care how soon we meet them,” sullenly re- torted Dinsdale. TO BE CONTINUED Author of “Rule of the Sea,” “Rum Island,” etc. HE passing of Captain John Mallow from his wide orbit of the China Seas and the shallow waters of the Islands was ac- cepted by a broad circle of friendly acquaintances, mostly traders and ad- venturers of a similar sort, with much the same sentiment as if it had marked his * This is an Off-the-Trail Story. death. And indeed, to their minds long attuned to the venturesome ease of free- lance trading, of sizable profits following long periods of unremunerative deals and to extraordinary freedom of action, Wrecker Mallow’s return to his own country had much of the aspect of death. They gave him a farewell dinner in See first contents page. COMICMOoOoks (C@