Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 5, 1928 — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE RED MAN’S thieves would break. The hot, hard walk of the day before and through the night had brought them close to the breaking point. But he knew they must be brought yet more completely under his control before he could man- age them as he had planned. He thought the time was fast ap- proaching when in the forenoon, with a blistering sun beating down upon them, Ramon stumbled and with dif- ficulty succeeded in keeping his feet. “Here! Let me help you along,” Yuma ‘Tom volunteered. He slipped his arm around Ramon’s waist. “ We ought to reach the spring before dark.” “Before dark?’ Ramon echoed aghast. “Is it still as far as that? I can never make it.” “Oh, yes, you can,’’ Yuma Tom en- couraged him. “ Keep going. Head for that red butte yonder.” ©. Blas licked his dry, cracked lips with a tongue that was just as dry. “Is the spring there?” “JT did not say so, senor,’ Yuma THE U v WAY, 641 Tom fenced, shifting Ramon a little in front of him and suddenly grabbing the six-shooter from the Mexican’s waistband. With a push, Ramon was sent tum- bling to the ground, and as Yuma Tom raised the gun he had just seized, he thumbed the hammer to full cock. “Up with your hands!’ he com- manded. For an instant it looked as if Blas meant to put up a fight. But when he saw his men raise their hands, he lifted his own. Yuma Tom took their weapons and, with the exception of a long-bladed knife and a revolver, threw them away. “ Now turn sharply to the right and march toward those rocky hills to the north yonder,” he ordered. “ The spring is in a hidden cafion, well inside the United States. There I will send up a smoke signal to my Apache broth- ers, who, when they come, will bring with them my old amigo, Sheriff Ro- berto Hunter.” END L +) BOOK COVERS OOK covers bind a wealth of lore, But know not what they hold, Book covers keep a learnéd store, A very hoard of gold; ‘And on their faces tell the world Of that which lies within— A pretty face in gilding burled— But beauty is so thin. They tell the world in titled blare Of printed tales they keep, But do not know of what they bear: ‘They never reach the deep. Book covers that pretend so much, That seem to hold the keys To truths that they can never touch— Some people are like these! 5A Beatrice Ashton Vandegrift. EOPMICGLOOOKS (F@