Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 133: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By CLARENCE E. MULFORD Author of ‘‘ The Coming of Cassidy,’’ ‘‘ Hopalong Cassidy Returns,”’ ete. IX—THE HE fire sputtered and hissed and would have been drowned but for the fact that it was built on a little rise of ground. Huddled under a brush wickiup, covered with their slickers and blankets, Mesquite Jenkins and Lanky Smith sat watching the flames, occasion- ally tossing a stick of firewood on them. All night long it had rained in sheets and the murmuring rill they had camped beside now rushed turbulently past in the faint radiance of the fire, swishing and gurgling, and steadily climbing up its banks. The sound of the driving rain on the leaves Overhead made a monotonous patler. The two friends had slept through the first part of the night, delightfully lulled This series began in the —— IA MAKIN’ S by the downpour, the dry snugness of the wickiup and by the warmth and glow of the fire; but some time after midnight an in- quiring stream had pushed through the walls of their brushy tent and had grown tapidly. It spread out and, after turning and twisting, both sleepers had awakened to find a shallow moat around the inside of their habitation. Sitting side by side on the only dry spot remaining, they hugged their knees and waited with stubborn sto! cism for daylight. - “T ain't worryin’ so much about bein out of grub as J am about bein’ out of th makin's.” said Lanky with a good “a remarkable under the circumstances. . tossed another stick on the fire and watt Weekly for May 2. EO DOO S =