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- - . - ■ -- ■ - A - ■ ■ ■ - ■ SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR SEPTEMBER 13. 1908 eager hoofs was music that thrilled. N.i.v they raced neck and neck. The jlirl's body rocked as though she unred Chinook. " And on the bay a monkeylike figure crouched as motionless as though the man slept. A hundred yards away their hoofs beat with fierce impetuosity side by side; they galloped as a team. Kinnaird felt the smothered crush of ]«»lies as men. tensed by the struggle, closed in silence about him. No one spoke. They scarce seemed to breathe, so still the pens held them. There was a curious sense of long drawn out time in his mind, as if bay and chest nut had galloped for ages, and would gallop on and on like creatures in a dream. But the thunder of hoofs now churned the air like a huge drum. He could see the blood red gleam of spread nostrils that sucked at the air. The girl's face showed drawn and blanched; her lips twitched, as though she called to Chinook to gallop, gallop. Suddenly, the brown, wrinkled face Ol the man on Pipestxrae showed above the lean reaching head of the bay. His shoul ders heaved. An arm swept upward. There was the snakelike writhe of a quirt in the air, and surely the blade legs of the bay p.unded :.t the turf a yard in front of the other. '"Gad! she's beaten! Chris, my girl, it'stoo bad!" This had slipped from Kin naird's lips in a whisper. He held his breath as the girl drove at Chinook. A- cutting down of the other's lead, and then, with a surging rush, the two thoroughbreds, the bay head showing in front, swept between his eyes and the white poplar post across the course. Shrill above the rising clamor sounded the voice of Cayuse: ■"Hell's cut loose! i >h! won't somebody take my gun oit'n me "fure I shoot that gopher on Pipestone f ' Nobody paid any attention to the ex cited Cayuse. It was just the phrased thoughts": that surged through the minds of all Stand Off. Mayo pushed his way through the tur moil of troubled men, and asked Kin naird; "What hoss got it, judge?" ■" Pipestone won.'' "Guess that's correct," Kootenay sub stantiated. •"The red hoss jus' shoved out his lips, an" sorter won by the skin of his teeth." The speaker laughed a mirth less cackle at his own humor. Through a rent in the human wall the two horses came back. Chris, slipping dejectedly from the saddle, asked, "Was I beat?" ■ ■ I ■ •■ i . . v ■ ■ ■ PAR ■• ■ - ■ ■ fingers in 1 ■ ■ • ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ i ■ ■ ■ : ■ ■ ue lit the b • ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ -day." MAY took the sheet of orders from iVA the Sergeant's hand., and running his eye down it, said, " This invoice don't seem to jil>e with the freight. The hoss that was run off wore a white sock, while this critter comes purty near bavin' four black legs." The nigh fore has been stained. Look tor yourself," the Sergeant answered. "'I guess that's right," Mayo said as he straightened up from a close scrutiny •>! the leg. "' But it's writ here that the hoss thief was five feet seven, sorter pinto toned in the mug, piercin 1 black eyes, etc.; while this gent is gopher built, sandpaper ci >mplected, and eyes blue as Injun beads." Mayo had carried these observations on in a monologue, as he ran his eye over the manuscript. Suddenly he started, folded the paper and handed it back, his lean jaw rigid as if he had shut his teeth against, further speech. "Yes." Sergeant Hawke added, "we haven't, got the principal thief. A dago cook for' one of the stable gangs disap peared at the me the horse was missed His name is Dominic Matteo, and he's ted." Matteo. who had l>een down at the start, heard his name as he pushed to the center of the group, and called, "Who want me?" "Are you Dominic Matteo?.*' "An "Yes.' What you want?" At this answer the Sergeant's com panion, with a (juiek move, had him by the wrist and shoulder, saying, " \ou re mv prisoner in the name of the Queen! "With a snarl of rage the Corsican twisted his wrist free. As he grasped at a pistol in his belt a strong hand pinioned his arm with a thrust from behind, and Mayo's voice said sternly: "No gunplay ain't allowed in r?tan«i Off at the Civic Round Up! 'Taint sport . nohow." Matteo twisted his head and sneered. '- You let de p'lice come into Stan' Off an take one you men?" "No;"' Mayo's voice held a curious solemn dignity. "We don't stand fer the p'lice nor nobody else mterlenn with men's rights; but we ain't agin takin a hoss thief any time. 'Taint no salubn< .us climate here 'for a hoss thief!" He turned to the Sergeant, and added with the same grave dignity, "1 ye neerd talk erbout Stand Off sheltenn hoss thieves, and wuss; but it's a he. Il Matt here run off that hoss. he's yourn to take away. And he orter feel kinder grateful fer your sassietv. . ere was a terrible significance in tin words that caused the Corsican to shiver; it cowed him. As he hung tremblingly at bay in the constable's grasp, like a roped coyote^ his shift v black eyes fell on Kmnaird. and he flared up furiously: "It's him!" he snarled, pointing his small", lean finger. "He bring de p bee here, cause he's 'fraid! lie s spy: How dcv know I come back? , ,i Mayo stood in heavy browed silence while "the Corsican raved in fierce denun ciation of the sky pilot for a little, then he said "You ain't provm' none that you didn't run off the hoss, Matt, and evidence is all agin you.'' There was a sharp click as he spoke, and a pair of iron bands were on the wrists of Eli, and next Matteo's hands projected stiffly'from handcuffs. „ v "1 just want to say, bergeant. Mayo continued significantly, "hoss thieves will Ik- give up here any time; ad you ain't got no call to come here fer em again. Stand Off ain't no stoppm place for the Mounted Police. 1 guess there ain't no cause ter interfere any more with the fun. 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