Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 12, 1927 — page 155: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IN THE SADDLE OF BRONCO KING. you'll find that this covers the face value of that mortgage and those notes which you hold, together with interest in full. Sorry I can’t see my way clear to pay you the same figure you gave for them when you bought them, but then you had your fun doing it, I hope.” There was dead silence in the room fol- lowing this announcement. For some mo- ments the other members of the party were 149 C. K. Thomas proved to be a good loser after all. ‘ By gad, I take off my hat to you, young man, if you did make me throw away sev- enty thousand dollars and beat me out of a property I had my heart set cn.” “You haven’t any kick coming,” Seth Mosier pointed out, “that seventy thou- sand dollar bonus, remember, comes right seriously concerned for fear C. K. Thomas ‘back into your family in the way of a wed- might have a stroke of apoplexy. Seth Mosier broke the silence finally with a most unusual display of feeling. He stepped over and clapped Dan King on the shoulder. “Dan, my boy, I hoped you’d do this. But I knew you’d have to be jolted into it. How in blazes did you de it—strike a gold mine?” “I did it by dreaming over on the Wind River when I ought to have been herd- riding my broncos, as you said, Mr. Mosier. I’ve known as long as you have that this country was done so far as stock-raising goes. I knew that all this land around here that’s good for nothing but grazing a part of the year, would make good dirt- farming with proper irrigation. ‘““ [ve been studying irrigation while I’ve been dreaming. 1 saw a way to bring the Wind River through the Divide, and I brought some engineers out here and proved I was right. Last week I got my scheme adopted by some New York capitalists, and they advanced me the money to hold my title to the ranch, which happens to oc- cupy a key position in the irrigation scheme.” ding present of the rest of the King ranch, which, as I figure it, under dirt farming, will be worth about ten times what it is now.” “ Unfortunately, sir,” dryly announced Thomas, “‘ those acres do not revert to my family inasmuch as my son informed me this morning that he had just received a letter from your daughter breaking her en- gagement to him. Evidently, you didn’t know that yet. So the Thomas family loses out all along the line.” But Dan King had leaped excitedly to his feet at this. ‘“ May I see you a minute outside, Mr. Mosier?” he asked. In the hall outside the door, he turned on Seth Mosier almost fiercely. ‘Ts Sally home?” he demanded. Seth Mosier actually chuckled. “Yes, Sally’s home. And she’s got the title to the rest of old Bronco King’s king- dom tucked away in her bureau drawer and unless her old dad’s greatly mistaken, she’s waiting for some one to come and claim it, some one that I reckon has learned at last how to properly ride in the saddle of Sronco King!” THE END U METTLE HE quick little beat of the gay little heart, The struggle to love and the struggle to part, The proud little smile and the brave little song _ When heaven’s a guess and the world is all wrong! $e ey “7 aes ea a ae ~~" > = — a ae bed