Argosy, Vol. 85, No. 3 — page 151: what you’re looking at

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DAVE CRASSON’S BRONCO. the shelter of his own roof, and find it sound and much as he had left it. The welcome accorded him was hearty —it seemed to him just a trifle too hearty. He checked himself in wonder- ing if Godfrey and Caroline would have mourned him sincerely. They were am- bitious people, and, in addition _to the mansion, they would have received his money from the British funds after his death. | He banished such thoughts in a mo- ment, and sat down gaily to a repast such as Caroline was proud to provide. They toasted the king with a real enthu- siasm, and then David, at their request, began a recital of his strange experiences. He was interrupted presently, however, by the arrival of visitors but Godfrey or- dered the butler to bring them directly to the dining-room, and requested David to proceed. There was a shuffling of feet in the hall, and David turned to see Captain 493 Goring standing on the threshold, while at his back were three fully armed grena- diers. Caroline uttered a soft cry and fled suddenly through a side door, ‘Captain Goring,” said Godfrey, with strange sharpness in his voice, ‘ this is your man.” “What?” gasped David, starting back. <4 Why—” ‘“ David Treves,” snapped the British captain, “I arrest you, in the king’s name, for treason to the. royal govern- ment, for consorting with notorious reb- els, and for lending aid to the rebel cause.” | “Who dares to fasten such accusa- tions upon me?” cried David, livid with rage. | ‘“As a loyal subject,” said Godfrey, with a virtuous gravity of countenance, ‘“T was forced most unwillingly to report your duplicity to the military governor. I have done my duty!” (To Be Continued. ) aS AVE CRASSON left Waverly on the afternoon freight. The train didn’t stop. It didn’t even hesitate. But Dave Crasson wasn’t the sort of individual to let a little thing like that interfere with his very necessary de- Paul Dailey parture. He just raced his pinto along the station platform and, grabbing the side of a car, swung aboard. Our posse arrived in time to take in the performance and we fired one volley. Then, seeing that Crasson was out of MICLOOOK C© inn