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THE STORY THUS FAR: Thtmder fetad, tha only whlto horia over tooled on Goose Bar ranch in Wyomlnr, is a throwback to a wild stallion, the Albino. Because ot hie speed, Thunderhead, is trained as a raqer and entered in a meet in Idaho. A month before the race, Thnnderhead wanders into a mountain vaHey, meets the Albino, kills him and takes over the herd of wild horses. Ken McLaughlin, Thunderhead’s 14-year-old owner, recovers his horse a day before the race. During the bis race Thunder head acts np, shows amazing speed, then throws his Jockey and leaps the fence. # In another race, Touch and Go, another McLaughlin horse, wins. Greenway, a rich horse fancier, buys her. y CHAPTER xxvn "I’m a collector of fine horses, my hoy. That’s the second one I’ve ac quired this afternoon. Hop up on her row, son, and ride he* over to my stables.” Mr. Greenway limped over to the filly. Rob caught Ken’s arm and showed him the check. It was made out to Kenneth McLaughlin, and the amount was five thousand dollars. Ken looked up at his father. Rob McLaughlin’s big white teeth were flashing in a wide and joyful grin. "That does it, Ken!” he exclaimed. But Ken could only stare at his fa ther’s face, then at the check, and feel dazed. (Jreenway called to Ken, “Take a last ride on her, son.” • • • Ken thought over all that liad hap pened and all that was going to hap pen. He and his father and Thun derhead were starting back to the inch this day. Then Thunderhead would be gelded—plenty of money now to have Doc Hicks come to the ranch and do it—and then he would be sold to the army for a band horse. They brought the most mon ey qL all, his father had said, more thSft the army paid for ordinary horses. He might bring as much as three hundred dollars. White horses for cavalry bands were not easy to find. Ken thought suddenly of getting on Thunderhead and running away With him. Turning him loose some where. Giving him away— When they were getting ready to load the stallion, Ken asked, “Dad, is the reason you’ve got to geld him because you can’t get rid of him unless you do?” “Bright boy!” said Rob sarcasti cally. Then he put his hand on Ken’s shoulder. “It’s not the money, Ken—not any more, although three hundred dollars isn’t to be sneezed at. But it’s really because there’s no other way to save Banner and to save myself, incidentally, from having to adopt about thirty wild mares.” Before eight o’clock they had the stallion in the trailer and had start ed the long drive back to the ranch. • • • The eagle headed into the strong westerly wind and hung on motion less wings high over the valley. The “easterner” had blown itself out and no sign of it remained ex cept for patches of snow under the trees and in the depressions of the hills. Here was summer again. In dian summer, with the quakin’-asp a riot of crimson and ochre and the cottonwoods shedding golden leaves on the surface of the river. Ken McLaughlin was leading his stallion through the keyhole. As they emerged on the threshold of the valley they halted. The horse was saddled with the small horse hair saddle Ken had made himself. Underneath the bridle was a heavy chain halter and lead, and over his eyes • blindfold, but in spite of this he knew where he was and his body was tense, and fierce snorting breaths came from his nostrils. He pawed the earth. With one hand Ken uncinched the girth, lifted the saddle off and dropped it on the ground. The glint of the sun on steel stirrups struck the eagle’s eyes, and a sudden lift of his body registered the reaction.* Again he spread his wings wide, cir cled and centered over the pass. Ken undid the latch of the throat strap, talking softly to his horse. "You don’t know it, Thunderhead ... but this is good-by . . . you’ve got to go to your mares and take care of them and live a stallion’s life . . . you’re a true throwback, Thunderhead . . . you’re not a race horse though you can go like the wind when you want to . . . and you’re not an army horse prancing around carrying a kettledrum . . . you’ve got to go back . . . and I’ve got to go to school and do a lot of other things ... so ... we .. . can’t be together any more ...” Thunderhead’s hoof dug impa tiently at the earth. Ken slid his arm up underneath the stallion’s heck and laid his own head against it. His voice went on while his fin gers drew oil the bridle, the chain halter, and at last the blindfold. "Don’t forget me, Thunderhead .... I won’t forget you . . . never, Thun derhead. ...” Ken stepped back, the stallion was free, and he knew it. He took a step forward, switching his tail. His head was high, his ears alert, his ayes roved over the valley. It was %s if he counted every -mare and colt grazing there a quarter mile or So away. But he seemed in no hur ty to join them. They were all his, and now there was no one to dis pirt* him. He turned toward Ken again, poked out his head and gave the boy an affectionate shove. Ken slipped his arm around the stallion’s nose. “But you’ve got to go, Thunderhead . . . those are your mares ... I think you do know it’s good-by . . .” This farewell had attracted the attention of the mares. There came trotting out from the band the black mare with the white colt, her ears pricked inquiringly at Thunderhead. She neighed. He answered. He left Ken and went to meet her, lowering his head, curving and wagging it from side to side. His tail lifted, flared wide, and streamed behind him. And now all the mares were staring. They recognized him and rushed to meet him. They milled around him, kicking and nipping each other in the excited jealousy of having him back. Finally they set tled down to the real business of life, which was grazing. Ken watched it all with a smile on his face. At last he picked up the equipment he had dropped on the ground and went back through the keyhole to finish the business. He had spent hours with drill and sledge hammer working on the rock around and underneath that monster boul der which formed the roof of the keyhole. He had studied where each stick of dynamite should go. He did not intend that there should be a single one of those small slips or miscalculations which brought so many of his good intentions to nought. The dynamite was tamped into the holes, the fuses attached. Now he lit the fuses, turned and ran. He didn’t stop running until he reached the place where he had picketed Flicka. He slipped his arm up underneath her head and held it against him so she would not be startled, and, standing so, waited for the explosion. It came. The pile of boulders around and above the keyhole rose with a dull boom. The earth under Ken’s feet seemed to heave. There was a frightened chattering of birds, and small animals scurried out of the rocks. A cloud of dust floated up from the passage. And as earth and rocks settled back again, the valley was filled with detonations caroming back from the hills. Last of all came a deep rumble from the Thunderer. After some minutes Ken entered the passage to see exactly what had happened to the keyhole. It no long er existed. Just as he had planned, the support for the boulder had been blasted away, and with its fall, all the other boulders had found a new position. There were some crannies a cat or a small dog could have crawled through, but for Thunder head the passage was closed for all time. Ken retraced his steps, ran along the rampart until he came to the place Thunderhead had made the trail to the summit, and climbed up. There was excitement amongst the mares over the blasting. Thun derhead was nowhere to be seen. Ken lay down, hanging his head over the edge, certain that the horse was below there, pawing at those stones, investigating every cranny, discov ering that there would be no more going in and out of the valley. At least, thought Ken, not from this end. You might be able to find a way out the other end, old fellow, through those valleys and mountain passes and glaciers, but it would be a hundred miles around for you to get home, and all of it strange going —no—l think you’ll stay in— And then it was as if his father’s fiery, commanding eyes were sud denly looking into his, and he spoke to them, “I’ve done it, dad. He won’t MIDLAND JOURNAL. RISING SUN. MD. come back to bother you any more. Or to kill Banner. . . .” His father! It was • warm and happy thing to remember how his father had looked at him and spoken to him and squeezed his shoulder even at that moment of disturbance getting ready to take his mother to the hospital. And the friendly words, “If you think you can do it, son, I’ll leave it to you. I don’t want to shoot your horse or geld him.” And his mother had slipped her arm around his neck and kissed him and said, “Keep your fingers crossed, darling, we want a little flicka, don't we? And Ken—thanks to you and Touch And Go, I’m going away with out the slightest worry about ex penses—and I shall send out from the hospital and order a new negli gee! Velvet! With feathers!” Thunderhead came out from un der the rampart at a gallop and rushed back to his mares. Ken leaped to his feet. What would he do now? What did he think about the blocked passage? Thunderhead was heading away from this end of the valley as if that gunpowder were behind him. He began to round up his mares. Ken watched it for the last time ... the weaving in and out, the snak ing head, the plunges of the mares as they felt the stallion’s teeth in their haunches. . . . The daylight was fading. Ken had to strain his eyes to see how every mare and colt was gathered up and swept into that rushing charge of pounding bodies and sweeping hair > and flying limbs. Wild exultation filled the boy. Rte had done it, after all! He had given i back the mares to his horse! And j this round-up! And a thousand oth ers like it—and the valley and the : snow-peaks and the river— That other life he had tried to I give Thunderhead—the life of a race horse how desperately he had prayed for it! He felt almost be- ! wildered. For all his prayers had I been denied and all his efforts frus- | trated, and yet this—this—was the ! answer. 1 - g'M I The boy’s head lifted and his eyes 1 flashed from crest to crest. All the world was beginning to < glow with the sunset. Three cream- i colored antelopes were drinking at : the edge of the river. The river , was emerald green and turquoise blue and rose pink and there was a j big golden star in it. Yellow light swept eastward from the sunset in ; long, level shafts. A half moon, ly ing on its back, began to glow like a lamp. All this for Thunderhead! Thunderhead floated past the band of marr s that now, in the gathering darkness, seemed like a swift-mov ing blot of shadow, and took the lead. Ken strained his eyes to see the last of that rushing white form. Here it was, now, the parting. He put up his hand and brushed warm tears from his cheeks, surprised to find them there, because, in spite of the loneliness and the sense of bitter loss, it was as if the beauty of the valley and the gloriousness of Thun derhead’s freedom were inside him tbo. And now they were gone. In the deep breath that Ken drdw, there was the wideness and the emp tiness of the world. It was time, and more than time, for Ken to go. Flicka was waiting. Once again it was just himself and Flicka, as it had been before Thun derhead, before Touch And Go. Ha ran down the trail, packed up, mounted, and was off. (THE KND) i.wum |K j pROVED U-J UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D. Of The Moody Btblo Institute of Chicago, Released by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for December 23 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. THE MESSAGE OF CHRISTMAS TO THE WORLD LESSON TEXT: Luke 2:1-14. GOLDEN TEXT: Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to ward men.—Luke 2:14. Christmas again! Yes, and it’s going to be a joyful Christmas this year, isn’t it? Let’s not miss a sin gle bit of the joy and gladness of the season. Let’s observe all ths precious customs and traditions. Let’s share in the pleasantness and the laughter. Some may have to do it with a sense of sadness hidden in their hearts, but even they will Join us in really keeping Christmas this year. But don’t forget to keep Christ in your Christmas this year as never before! We who know Him should realize how much the world needs Him. We should see in the months just ahead our greatest opportunity to make Him known. Our lesson topic is “The Message of Christmas to the World.” What is that message? Here it is: I. Make Room for Jesus! (w. 1-7). “It came to pass”—yes, it always does when God has given His prom ise. For seven centuries God had said, “He is coming,” and then He j came. God rules the affairs of this ! world even though thoughtless and unbelieving men not only grieve | Him, but often defy Him. j Jesus came—but He came to a i manger, “because there was no I room for him in the inn.” Is it not j the same today? There is no room j for Him now in the hearts of most ; men. Is He wanted in our places | of business, in our governmental of ! fices, in our social gatherings? . Remember, it was not because they hated Him that there was no j room. It was just that they were “preoccupied.” That is the trouble in men’s hearts today. They should j have made room in the inn for Jesus ! even though everyone and every -1 thing else must be turned out, and we should make room for Him no I matter what else or who else must go. They would have made room j for Jesus had they known who He was. We do know, and yet we do i not make room. Why not? (Jer. 17:9; John 15:24; Rom. 8:7).” (John W. Bradbury). That iv the message of Christ mas! Make room in your heart, in your life and in your home for Jesus! Then go quickly and 11. Tell Others About Jesus! (vv. 8- 12). The religious leaders slept soundly the night Jesus was born. They knew the prophecies of His coming, but they were not looking for Him. Perchance some of them slept in the very inn where He could not be received. But the shepherds were awake. They knew that something unbeliev ably great had happened, for the heavens were ablaze with celestial glory. At first they were afraid, but they were soon comforted by the words “Fear not.” How characteristic that message is of the whole gospel tes timony. Fear not, there is salva tion; Jesus has come to seek and to save the lost. But be sure to note that such a message is not just for one’s per sonal joy and encouragement; it is for “all people” 10). The shep herds realized that and the verses following our lesson tell us that “they made known” what they had seen (w. 17-20). How great that need is today! After all these centuries since Jesus came there are still multitudes of | people on this earth who have never heard about our Saviour. There are children who would ordinarily have been in church and Sunday school who, because of the war, have grown up in heathen darkness. Others there are who have heard but have not responded, and we must go to them once more this Christmas and tell them that “a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord” was born in Bethlehem. Make room for Jesus, and then make Him known to others. That will lead you to 111. Praise God for Jesus (vv. 13- 14). | The angels could hardly wait with their praise. “Suddenly” a multi- j tude of the heavenly host appeared, | praising God for the blessed mes sage of peace and good will. The Christian life is quite incom- j plete and unbalanced if it does not include much praise. The Lord is worthy of all the praise of every believing heart this Christmas Day! The writer of these notes extends to you the heartiest of good wishes at this glad Christmas season. He pleads with you if you are not a Christian, make room for the Sa viour in your heart! Then, let us all make Him known everywhere, to the praise and glory of His name. It would please the one who pre pares these notes to have a word from his friends everywhere, assur ing him of their interest and prayers. Just a postcard will do. The address is at the head of the column. 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