Going Some

rnfully into a summer night such as only the far southwestern country knows. Big yellow stars hung thick and low-so low that it seemed they might a

mid discordant raspings: the voice of a phonograph. It was their own, or had been until one overconfident day, when the Flying Heart Ranch had risked it as a wager in a foot-race with the neighboring Centipede, and their own man had been too slow. As it

pproving distant murmur of men's

lem, Je

our voice

nted until it reached again its

don't they keep her wound up?" he complained. "Gallagher's got th

e wire fence Willie answer

he does it

w you're here

gloom, a little stoop-shou

Why do you reckon he allus lets Mrs. Melby peter out on my favorite

over replied. "He don't want no

ed torn by doubt. "If I only knew he done it a-pur

't it bad enough for us fellers to hang around like this

t to that phonograph,"

ve; they won it

an to say Humpy Joe run tha

ver. I mean we bet it, and we lost it

ed the announcement in a

by Helena Mora for the Echo Phon

right of the two list

sh ph

gage Car in Front!' T'ad

aped uncomfortably over the barbed-wire barrier, lost in rapturous enjoym

rnin' in." He called

Sen

Cloudy. Vamos! I

company with Willie, made his way to the ponies. Two other figures joined

! They'll hear us,

like the Senorita Mora is sing that song to me. Mebbe she knows I'm set

in his high falsetto. His ear had caught the

ure comin' to a runnacaboo between him and me. If somebody don't kil

like we'd ever get i

aulting into his saddle, went loping a

t war- dance. It ain't got the class of them other pieces. While it's devised to suit the intellect of an In

a hand upon the n

as The Baggage Car i

a mile!" Willie fl

d it ain't up to no individual to force his likes and dislikes down no oth

illie: "The Holy C

lest tune that eve

in Spanish which the oth

etter than all of 'em, which ain't nothin' ag'inst my judgment nor yours. When Silas says, 'The girl opened her valise, took our her purse, closed her valise, opened her purse, took out a dime, closed her purse, opened her valise, put in her purse, closed

arara, his white teeth s

n," tittered Willie. "That's su

can't never get past that spot to save my soul. Right there I bog down, complete." Again he burst in

and the same as the Mex was born to throw a rope. He don't know how he does it, and neither do I. Some folks can say funny thing

ixed that race with

ov

Willie observed. "

l Bill. "We'd ought to have questioned him. If

was crooked," the li

ver done nothin' on

it for him to lose

e. That's why

fter a moment, during which the only sound was that of the

reckon we'll just have to git another foot-racer a

s coin. We

in would lend a

e's sore on foot-racin'. Says it dis

tched a d

or. I don' feel no worse

hrough the darkness, weighte

sipate. The cowboys moped about like melancholy shades, and neglected their work to discuss the disgrace that had fallen upon them. It was a task to get any of them out in the morning, several had quit, the rest were quarrelling among themselves, and the bunk-house had alre

t his sister Jean, to tell he

a cloud over your little house-party, but I think

the matter?"

ves. Yesterday Fresno tried to 'kid' Willie about The Holy City; said it was written as a coon song,

't let Willie murd

people are here, w

, anxi

yhow?" was the rejoinder. "This is no gil

h men to go around. Last and best, he is the most adorable man I ever saw at a house-party. He'

ou roped him for Helen Blake to bran

uite hit it off, and Mr. Speed is-a friend

nd Culver Covington, but I didn't know it had lapsed into a sort of matrimon

wo men begin to fight for her, she'll have to begin to form a pr

ter shrewdly. "It seems to me

ectly natural for a girl to have." Then she teased: "But you admi

supreme dignity. "I'm not in the market, and a man doesn't mar

It was one of those sudden, impulsive affairs that would overwhelm any girl who hadn

derate

elen. Do be nice to her, Jack." Miss Chapin si

disadvantages. By-the-way, what'

l. Culver se

oth

mpionship again." Miss Chapin proudl

e's place," said the young cattle-man as he turned it over.

ssional runner, myself, and if our boys were beaten again-well, you and mother and I would have to move out of New Mexico, that's all. No, we'd better let the memory of that defeat die out as quickly as possib