THE M OXL Y C O DDLE
Whatth Brutality of a Gang
Leader Let Him 'Into. '
-.Bang! . ,
A slug of lead bit a hole as big
as a teacup mthe abode -window
ledge and Sheriff "Cutie" ducked
his head. -
- The mob in-irdnt of the little
jail bellowed -its. approval The
big gun sounded good. Then the.
powder smoke got into its nos
trils and it bellowed again.
"Come out a minute, Sweetie !"
purred big Swede, his bull neck
swelling to his shoulders through
thafolds of a re'd bandana. "Come
out and bring the keytvWe wont
No answer came from within.
A yell of derision mingled with
the- midnight moonshinW moon
shine which Swede said would
make shooting good. ' .Cutie slow
- ly raised his eyebrows to , the
edge of the wifidowT and bang I
The Colt45 talke.d again. .A
handful of abode dust settled on
the sheriff's tow "head 'as1 he-
crouched back on the earthen
floor to rub-? -the gnb from Hjs
, "Oh, hell !" he muttertd. "What
is the use?, "If Swede only
knew " J. ',
'.'Sring out yen hoss-thief, Cu
tie. We wont sile yeh clothes.
Give 'im to us7anJ ' w ,
"Wait a minute,!' the "sheriff
called through the'window, "I'm
coming." , J -
' "That's betterj" gurgled Swede.
i'Saves buildin ajewjug, and as
taxpayers We 'predates yel? hos
Expectantly, legs apart,' he
folded his arms and swaggered.
(to the head ofthe jnob. . '-
"Wisht my. boy, Jim, was
here," "be said, grinning 'possum
fashion, "he'd like totake ahand
in this ' rumpus He'LOVES
Cutie.;' t ' -'
The crowd laughed It was a
goodjqke. ' , .
The nail-studded floor moved
ponderously and a litle-body slid
through- It banged shut, clicked,
deftly locked again.
A shout of triumph greeted the
sheriff as he stood on tjie dinky
"Tbkey! Th'key!" .
, Big Swedevsteppec( 'forward. t
"Justryou wait, a minutel" Cu
tie h,eld up a warning hanjd. . "I
want; to say a word before-1-"'' '
Speech! Speech!" HisVoiqe
was drowned m jeers. .
"Let 'im.o'rate, let 'im .orate!"
shrieked Swede, ' motioning the
molto siJeWe ""Maybe b wants
to give us a lectcher on Henipol
gy r How to Uplift Mankind.
Fun fust, , business afterwards.
Npw; sonny, crack loose!"
Cutie" took bis time. .
, "I wont call you 'gentlemen "
he began, slowly; "you rumdums
hate me because I'm a fluke. You
elected me as A joke. Now.it's on
you. You'hate me because Lwasb
my face and wear ajtie; because I
let a horse thief go a month ago
when the pack of you wanted to
lynch' him He was "guilty; but it
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