Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 120: what you’re looking at

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918 . . Belle!“ Friday shouted. | a at te dance hall girl, paid no heed to that friendly adieu. With head down and elbows working, she plodded @own the canon, her red-heeled shoes twin- bine, her tafiy-colored hair streaming be- Mee by one the refugees from the horror that had been Yumpa vanished into the mists of the canon. The three observers turned about. Where Yumpa had stood there was nothing to mark the spot but a sprawling mound of fresh pravel. Not a plank from one of those in- famous structures could be seen. Only one edifice remained. And as the clouds rolled back and the golden sunlight d down into that stricken valley, the spotless white spire of the little church gieamed. Friday Pepper flung out a trem- bling hand and pointed with a gnarled fore- “ Yonder’s whut I mean,” he declaimed in an awed voice. ‘“ Th’ laws 0’ compensa- tion are a workin’—always a workin’! Th’ ways o th’ transgressor are made hard a puppose, and th’ ways o’ th’ righteous man ‘re made easy.” _Red Wilpin was looking anxiously about “ Say!" he gasped. ‘“ Where in Sam Hill is that there mail sack?” ES: CHAPTER XLI. WHAT WAS IN THE SACK, HE three spectators hastened down the slope from Sentry Rock. “Where was it last?” - manded. * ld “ “ Over thar by that pile o’ cans!” informed him. P “I was kneeling on it when I ; g on cooked ee Margery affirmed. “ It’s simply “And we've got to find it.” L | Bot » Larry de- ded grimly. We ve got to find that mail sack and deliver it to Rattlesnake Junction The pay roll of th’ Merry Wives of Wind- SOT mine is in that mail sack, and I don’t want to be clapped in jail for robbin’ and tamperin’ with the United States mails, Friday ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. Before we c’n show our faces in civilization agin, that mail sack has got to be delivered to its destination! 7 “ Th’ chances are,” Friday put in gloomi- ly, ‘ that pack o’ human vultures who come up yere and stripped you when you was a layin’ thar onconscious f'm th’ lightnin’ seen it and vamoosed with it. Whut ’re we goin’ to do, Red?”’ “Look for it!” that young man snapped. “ AJ] the trouble we went to in gettin’ them folks to sign that paper clearin’ us of hold- ing up the stage and jackin’ up their water rates ain’t worth a continental cuss to us now. Holdin’ up stage coaches and be- siegin’ towns is harmless fun compared to monkeyin’ with Uncle Sam. Scatter around now. Mebbe th’ wind blew it up the canon a ways. We ain’t goin’ to leave Dead Man’s Pass until we locate that mail sack.” They separated, Larry going across the canon, Friday, up the canon, and Margery to the rocks scattered as if by a giant’s hand on the other side of the standpipe. And suddenly her voice was heard in a happy cry. “T’ve found it! Here it is!” Larry and Friday came running to where she was kneeling. “ Th’ ligtnin’? did that!” Friday ex- claimed. The mail sack had been ripped and torn; protruding fringes were scorched; it had been rolled up into a clumsy ball and tossed at least one hundred feet, rolling under an overhanging rock which had protected it from the deluge, for it was almost dry. “Is the payroll of the Merry Wives 0’ Windsor mine in there?” Larry anxiously inquired. Margery was trying to untangle the can- vas ball. She laughed excitedly. _ Yes! I can feel it—a hard flat lump in the center.” oie it gently, hon’, and fer Pete's That mail “ or mablate fh’ wrappir - in Rattlesnake Junction er nas got borne With deft fingers Mereeen ne, argery extricated the woe. packet from the snarl of canvas. the latee a of incredulous eyes stared at Friday “s at package she had removed. Pper was the first to find his voice. COMmica@oo SS Co