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Pineapple Salad
Place on a lettuce leaf a slice of
Hawaiian pineapple; cover with
salad dressing; over this press
through a potato sieve cream
cheese; place a preserved cherry
on top.
Dressing for salad—Six table
spoonfuls of pineapple juice, 2
level tablespoonfuls of sugar, but
ter size of walnut. Heat in double
boiler, add 2 beaten eggs and
cook until it coats the spoon.
When cold add the whipped
cream.
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CHAPTER XIV—Continued
—21—
By • chance that rarely favors des
perate measures, Denison sprawled
from the flusl leajv across tbs bridge
gap Into a fringe of sand and wil
lows that overgrew the eastern bridge
approach.
Threading tha undergrowth on his
trembling horse, Denison got away
from the bridge as fast as he could;
aomebody was still throwing rifle
sings toward It; but once away from
the danger point, he loet no time In
making himself beard. Out on the old
trail the steers, alarmed by the shoot
ing, and worried secretly by the two
Indiana, were milling, and McCrossen,
shouting and cursing, was trying to
bring order oot of the confusion.
Denison, from the willows, called
loudly, “Who's driving these cattle?"
"The man that owns ’em," shouted
McCrosaeu, riding out Into the open,
fifty yards away. “Who the hell are
you, hidin' In that brush? If you’re a
man, show yourself."
Denison pushed Into the open.
"You’re driving this bunch, McCros
sen?"
“I am. What do yon want, Deni
son?" he demanded angrily.
“I want these steers, McCrossen.
And I want you."
“These steers belong to me for
wages, an* I’ve got twice as many back
there yet Now I’ve got Just one
word for you, Denison: Get out of my
way an’ keep out of my way."
“If you've got any rights In these
cattle, turn ’em back to the Meadows
and lay your claim for wages before
the Stockmen’s Claims Board," retort
ed Denison.
"What the hell’s all this to you? Do
you claim ’em?" demanded McCrossen
savagely.
“I don’t claim a hoof, but I want to
talk with yon, McCrossen, before you
Jump to the Panhandle"
"What about?”
"About who fired my ranch house
and about Henry Sawdy."
"Tryln* .to pick a quarrel with me,
eh, Denison? Well, you neednt try
very bard. I don’t like yon, Denison. I
never did. I never had any use for
you. Now will you pull off these bums
that are millin’ my steers?"
“Will you head 'em back for the
Meadows and talk to me?"
“No!"
"No r
The two refusals were fast But
while the second was being uttered,
Rebstock cried, "Crowd him, Dave I"
and fired at Denison.
The next Instant three horsemen
were plunging at one another on rear
ing horses aad throwing their shots at
one another In a very nncertaln light.
Retreat was out of the thinking.
Denison, caught between the two
men, was forced to divide bis fire.
With a blow stinging his left arm, he
Jumped bis horse past the two, whirled,
and came back outside, with McCroa
sen shooting at him fast. The maneu
ver of Denison’s put McCroa >n Into
Rebstock's line of fire.
But hardly had Denison whirled
when he felt a sickening blow In the
stomach from McCrossen’a gun, hard
ly ten yards away. He had been
crouching on his horse's back and was
already stirrup-loose. He slid off and
rolled like s cat toward the brush.
Rebstock saw the trick but, forgetting
that a wounded man Is the most dan
gerous man, he yelled and spurred
straight at him. « '
The horse refused the smell of
blood. He shied. Rebstock spurred
him. As the horse reared, the feeble
light of the moon struck, for an Instant,
Rebstock’s features. In that Instant
Denison fired point-blank at him.
The blow was terrible. Rebstock's
arms Jerked high, and his gun flew
Into the air. He sprang convulsively
upward, toppled and, as bis frightened
horse whirled, lurched from the sad
dle to the ground. He never spoke
again.
Fully expecting that McCrossen
would ride In to finish him, Denison
flipped open the loading gate of his
gun Instinctively, ani* '''inched out the
empty shells.
His head In a whirl, expecting that
any instant McCrossen would be on
him, Denison tried to reload. Just as
he got the cartridge Into his revolver,
he caught the sound of a horse's hoofs
and then heard Bob Scott calling.
“Here, Bob," exclaimed Denison
from the brush. “Look out for Mc
Crossen.’’
Scott slipped off his horse “Mc
Crossen won’t bother for a while. Are
you hit. Bill?”
“I stopped a couple of slugs some
how. What about McCrossen?” he
asked Irritably.
“He’s lyin’ over by the bridge. He
wants to talk to you, BUI."
"Twist a tourniquet around this arm
before I try It, Bob. Don’t trust Mc
Crossen. Have you got his guns? He’d
like nothing better than another crack
at me,’’ muttered Denison, staggering,
with Scott’s help, to his feet.
“McCrossen’s stripped clean," de
clared ScotL "He’s dyln’. That’s the
plain truth. Can't yon make up your
mind to see what he wants?"
“Go ahead. But give me my gun and
watch out," muttered Denison.
In the light of the moon, McCrossen,
propped up bv frying Pan, reclined
against the trunk of a half-grown tree.
Hla eyes wefo closed.
“Here’s Bill, Dave," Scott spoke low
and gently. “Yon said yon wanted to
apeak to him."
"Yea, Dave?" said Denison, halt-
taglj.
"I'm done, BUL*
"Dave," exclaimed Denison, Tm
sorry It had to sad this way."
"I talked pretty roogh tonight," said
McCrossen, brokenly, spitting the blood
oat of his throat
"That’s all right, Dave."
"Didn’t really mean It all You’ve
always shot square, Blfl. If some folks
I’ve trained with had done that way,
I mightn’t be here tonight Bill, a
favor—"
"Go on, Dave."
"I’ve got an old-maid slater back
Bast She’s all I've got I’d hate her
to know this come, rustlin', Bill."
"It’ll never be said, Dave."
"Let it be a stralght-ont fight, BUI—
you know."
"I know, Dave; I know. What's her
address?"
“In my trank, BUI," murmured Mc
Crossen thickly. "Promise?"
"I promise."
"Give me—your hand.’*
Pardaloe was the first to reach Gun-
lock on the way home shortly before
"I Know, Dave; I Know. What's
Her Address?"
daylight He rode In on hla way to
town to get hold of Dr. Carpy for Den
ison, whose condition worried him.
Fortunately the surgeon was al
ready at Gunlock, whither he bad been
summoned to care for Sawdy.
With Sawdy’a flesh wound already
bandaged, Carpy sat In the living room,
drinking a pot of coffee supplied by
Jane.
He was enjoying In leisurely fashion
hla third or fourth cup of steaming
stimulant when the sound of hoofs was
heard. In a moment a resounding rap
came at the door.
Jane started. In terrified appeal, she
looked at the doctor. Carpy responded
by calmly wiping hla Ups.
“Who's there?” he demanded curtly.
"Bill Pardaloe!” came the response.
Carpy flung the door open.
Jane ran out of the bedroom. "Oh.
Mr. Pardaloe!” she cried. “Where Is
Bill? Where Is her
“He’s oo his way back to the hos
pital."
“Is he hurt? Is he wounded? Tell
me!” cried the frantic girl.
“Why, no. yea — that Is, he was
aimin' to get back to the hospital be
fore Doc found out he was gone," par
ried the veteran awkwardly.
Carpy Intervened sternly: “Where la
be now? Talk, BUI!"
“Ain't I talkin'? He's on the way
here with Bob ScotL"
“Then he’s not bartr cried Jane.
"Why, no, yee—a little, maybe,"
stammered Pardaloe.
P7. etUl
you from?"
"Was there a fight?"
"There was a little brush. Doc."
"Was Denison woundedr
"Why—I guess he was pinked. Doe,
yea."
“Where was he hltr demanded
Carpy.
“Is the forearm. Doc. We got a tour
niquet on that—he got another la the
stomach."
Carpy felt the force of the dlacV*-
ure. “Is he bleeding at the mouth?"
be thundered.
"Why, no, Doc. But he claim* he’s
all In."
"Well bring him out. If that’s alL
Who was In the fight? Talk fasti**
“Dave McCrossen and Barney—with
BUL"
“Where are McCrossen and Reb
stock?’*
"Right where they were when John
Fryln' Pan left me. He was on his
way to the Reservation to hunt up a
couple of bucks to bury ’em and bring
in the cattle." said Pardaloe in mat
ter-of-fact fashion.
“Sit down here, B11L Jane," direct
ed the doctor, “get the boy a pot of
coffee."
“And boll plenty of dean water on
the stove."
"Yes, doctor. BUI la going to stop
here oa the way In, isn’t he, Mr. Pard
aloe?” aaked Jane, tremulously.
Pardaloe nodded. "Ought to show
up after whUe. They’re ridln* kind of
alow."
Jane ran to the kitchen. She roused
Quong to heat the water and came
back with supplies.
"No," continued Pardaloe, deep In
a sancer of hot coffee, “I didn’t see
It I was over on the west side of the
creek—It’s bad crossin’ there. I don’t
know how BiU came np. They never
could-a got him across down there. We
cat over the reservation and plugged
for Gunlock—" He pricked np bis ears
and Interrupted himself. “Shucks!
That sounds like somebody now I"
Jane listened eagerly. "I can't hear
anyone,” she said.
"Yon will in a minute. There they
are again."
Jane ran for the door. “Hold on a
minute. Missy,” exclaimed Pardaloe.
"Let's make sure who It la."
He opened the door himself, stepped
qnlckly outside, and shat It behind
him. Within a very few minutes, ages
to Jane, she heard the stamping of
borsea. Pardaloe flung the door open
and called fer Carpy. Jane hurried
oat with him.
Drooping low, Denison, iron-willed,
had stuck to the end of the gruelling
ride. Scott told how they had followed
np the east bank of the creek—he
himself on Rebstock’s horse; how by
great good fortune they had found a
flask of whisky in Rebstock’s saddle
bag, and that this had helped revive
the wounded man when they halted
to “apeU” him; and how they had
crossed Deep Creek at a reservation
ford not far below Gunlock ranch.
Carpy and Pardaloe Ufted Denison
down from the horse. Jane supported
hla heaC and stooped to caress him
and murmur low words. They, laid him
oa her bed.
While Carpy tore open Denison’s
clothing and made a hasty examina
tion. buckets of hot water were
brought In.
The surgeon, with wearied back,
presently straightened up. “Jane,” he
said solemnly, “you're a lucky glrL
The bullet that meant death for your
boy struck his belt buckle and tore
around bis side. Look here. This was
all I was afraid of, this stomach wound.
I didn’t think ao much about BUL
here. But, Jane, I didn’t want you
fixing for a- funeral when you ought
to be fixing for a wedding 1 We’ll get
him back to the hospital In a few
days.”
“Oh, no, Doctor," exclaimed Jane
unsteadily, but with cold decision.
"Why, what do you mean, girl?"
"I mean he’s at Gunlock to stay.
He’s never going to leave It!"
(THB END)
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