A Man Four-Square

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was eager to know what connection lay between him and the renegade her brother had killed. She had heard Jim Clanton say that he had waited four years for his reven

ed soul had been confided to her. The boy broke down when he told her the story of his sister's death. He was greatly

ross to him and kne

ou poor, poor bo

infinitely tender caress of the mother that

y," he gulped, trying desp

rt him. "I wouldn't think much of you if you d

rs of his sister across the continent, his life dedicated for years to vengeance, was a dreadful thing to contemplate. It shocked her sense of all that was fitting. No doubt his mission had become a religion with him. He had lain down at night with

thout a suspicion that there was anything

nt. But folks heard Nance an' then wouldn't believe a word they said. Dad swore us Clantons to wipe out the whole clan of 'em. Every last man in the hills that was d

When I struck their trail they had always just gone. To-day I got Ranse-leastways I would'a' got him

, as if it were a business mat

s: 'Vengeance is mine;

rd

. Dad said that vengeance verse meant that we-all was the Lord's deputies, like a sheriff has f

all. If you'll read the verses above and below, you'll see it doesn't. We'r

lan ain't that kind," explained the boy stubbornly. "It shore is

elders while as a child he drowsed before the big fireplace on winter nights. After his sister's tragic death it had been driven home by Bible texts and by a solemn oath of

in as far as the fork over the broken terrain. As a voyageur of the North he had often seen wounded men carried by the Indians in travois across the plains. He knew, too, that the tribes of the Southwest

evice distastefully. "I'

its back

comfortable here. N'est-ce pas, Polly?" Pierre gesticulated as he explained volubly. He even illust

umbled, but gave

he asked presently fr

well again. I, Pierre, promise it. For he i

t Roubideau drove was an old and patient one. Its master held it to a slow, even pace, so that the wounded boy was jol

in her step. She breasted the slope with the light grace of a forest faun. Presentl

y bad,

up to me to play the

good deal of pain

ine told him, "Up this hill-down t

ttle and the blatting of

d into the park for the night," explained Roubideau. "There iss one way in, one

iders on the point and at the swing were directing the movement of the beeves, now checking the steady pressure from the rear and now hastening th

et the party from the ca?on. He helped Cl

ood Injuns to-day, shot up a renegade, rescued this young lady here, 'most rode one of my horses to

four-flusher. He not only knew how and when to shoot, was game as a bulldog, and keen as a weasel; he possessed, too, that sixth sense so n

swered Clanton, flushing

s got two

made a great gather between you. Six 'Paches that wil

better get him to bed?

ie-Go-Get-'Em is to be put to bed. I'll tote him in if you'll give my boys d

house. She led the way to her own little bedroom. It was the most comfo