Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 7, 1928 — page 76: what you’re looking at

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216 been in the banking business a long, long time. I figured some of these days some slick fellow would try a stunt like that one, and so I always kept a little counterfeit money in my office for just such an emergency.” As the truth finally percolated through the minds of the people in the crowd, they started laughing and cheer- ing. “Hurrah for the colonel!’ yelled a man. “‘ My money stays with the Ben- ton City National!” “ Here, too!” agreed another. And, as if by common consent, the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. laughing, cheering crowd started to dis- perse. When they had gone, Patricia helped her father from the window ledge. “[ reckon I'll go in now, Pat,” said the colonel. “No, you won't!” came a voice at his elbow. It was Hilton. ‘“ You're going home to take a good rest.” “And if I do, do you-all figure I'll have a job when I[ come back?” de- manded the colonel with twinkling eyes. As Hilton tried to utter an affirma- tive reply, the colonel took his daugh- ters arm and started off. THE END U U Le} The Hate of Attila EAR Downey, California, where wild horses rule the desert ranges, lur- ing their kind to the freedom of the open spaces, one outlaw of the wind- swept*trails has openly declared war upon man. This hatred for the human race, who have ever ruled the world and held all creatures in servitude, was kindled to action in the heart of Attila, a great white horse of the desert wastes. The avenging stallion, named after Attila the famous leader of the hordes of Huns that overswept the Roman empire, has done something the like of which has never been heard tell of. He has led his band of savage horses to attack and kill domestic members of their kind. His anger has been exercised upon tourists whom he has sent scurrying to safety while he and his band smashed the machines badly by their lashing hoofs. But not long ago Attila led his army of vindictiveness in an attack upon a ranch. They killed three tame horses, slaves of the tyrannical brute called “man,” put the entire crew of a big tractor to flight, and badly injured two farm hands, Threece Morgan and Kenneth Brown. The men put up a game fight with rocks and boards, but were badly bruised by the flying hoofs of the vengeful mustangs. At last Morgan man- aged to make it to the chuck wagon, where there was a rifle. With this to aid him, he killed two gray mules and a bay horse that were members of the band. Attila, seeing that horses have little chance against man’s ingenuity, re- treated to safety with his outlaw band. And now horse hunters, armed with big rifles, are scouring the desert plains to make war upon Attila’s invaders. They are determined to make the roads safe for tourists, and the ranches safe for those who run them. And; as it has ever been, man will come out victorious in the fight, for he slays all that will not obey and serve him. But was there ever such a horse as the great white leader of the rebellious herd? . Guy Rader. (€(0) 0)(0\(0)|‘< ANCE (F@)