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Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 13, 1925 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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By GEORGE F. WORTS Author of ‘‘ Out Where the Worst Begins,’’ etc. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART I HERE is a railroad washout in the mountain country, and an old-time stage is resurrected. Spavin Yampdon, veteran driver, holds the lines; the passengers are Mrs. Yost and her grown son, Julius, and her girl companion, Margery Corbin; Judge Oglethorpe, of an Eastern court, and Marshal Sniffin, of a Western jurisdiction. Julius Yost secretly forces unwelcome attentions on Miss Corbin, but his mother blames the girl. The coach pauses on a lonely road to rest the horses, and here Mrs. Yost informs Margery that she is fred. Julius accidentally backs off into space above an abyss, but lands on a ledge, and Margery saves him with a lasso. Larry Wilpin, a young, red-headed cowboy, and Friday Pepper, his old friend and partner in failure, have just abandoned a farm that didn’t pay. They hold up the stage. and take Margery Corbin as a hos- tage; she’s to be released in an hour if no pursuit is made. Gory Oliver and Karl the Killer, flee- ing horse thieves, are overawed by Wilpin’s guns, but ure permitted to go free. They encounter Julius Yost in pursuit of Margery Corbin, and erder him to throw up his hands. Meanwhile, Larry Wilpin and blue-eyed Margery have been quarreling like lifelong friends! CHAPTER XIII ‘“ Good God!” he cried. “ Don’t use those words to me. The very sound of them nauseates me. Let me past, you men. For ULIUS YOST yanked his panting, God’s sake let me by.” lathered horse to a standstill, but he did Karl the Killer grinned. ‘‘ Whut’s yore not elevate his hands. His face, crim- hurry, stranger?” THREE WISE MEN. son from his ride, was distorted with rage. Yost tried to edge past them, and as he This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for June 6 322 ComicbooOolks.conn