Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 7, 1928 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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J jez , —_— y, 2 TP ee eg LNT Fe Oa ae i my , : J y # If Fs { f o~ 4 4 s ps } aes | Ff ; f Two-Gun Magic When Solitaire Stevens followed that first hunch, he let himself in for more things than he expected, but he didn’t waste any time worrying about it. He got right into action. By DONALD BAYNE HOBART Author of the Whietling Waddy Stories. CHAPTER If. DEADLY DARKNESS. ROM somewhere within the dark and deserted-looking ranch hcuse came a faint sound stealing through the ominous silence of the night to linger in the mind of the man who heard it. A faint croaking whis- per, that had been all. ‘The words were uttered in too low a tone for him to understand their meaning. : “ Solitaire’? Stevens, known from one end of the range to the other as the Whistling Waddy, crouched at the side of the open front door, a heavy revolver in each hand, his strong face grim and set as he tried to peer into the darkness beyond. Even though his eyes were swiftly becoming accustomed to the gloom he could see nothing in the black- ness which shrouded the interior of the big rambling house. Again he heard the soft weird whis- per. It was followed by a faint scuf- fling sound as though two persons were struggling, silently and desperately. F'i- nally there came a low groan and then a heavy thud as though some bulky ob- ject had fallen to the floor. Stevens hesitated no longer. Cau- tiously he made his way into the house, making every effort to move without sound. He went slowly, for he feared 188 Gomichbooks (E@)