Steve Yeager

e Cummings was preparing th

Here's the idea: You've been thrown from your horse and your foot's caught in the stirrup. You draw your gat to shoot the bronch and it's bumped out of your h

llow's boot was fixed so he could slip his foot

your horse to a wild steer that's pursuing her. You'll have

en you want to

ne to-day, before you go

wer yet fro

adly hurt. I've sent the kid out to the animal fa

I'll run down and see if old Pasquale hasn't got 'em. It ain't likely we'll

at notion abo

lks that are blind can't see. I'll keep my

he line. He's going to try and fix

eager dryly. "He sure must

Threewit," cal

r up stage. Register fear, Daisy. That's the idea. Now, then, Miss Winters. Kee

les and strolled back to his boarding-hou

rty yards, and then slip his foot from the stirrup of a cowpony that has become frightened without taking a big chance. But it was his business to

miscalculated slightly and the force of the fall dragged his foot from the boot at once. His calculations worked better at the second attempt. Hanging on by a toe-hold, he was dragged bumping over the rough ground. His revol

ne, and it had not helped any to be dragged at full speed over the bumpy ground

ever did see one so

inters. There was about her a boyish, sla

o the star, 'Much

g a star as we've got. I know there isn't a rid

ly pet," contribut

shining. "Some picture, I'll bet. Good boy! Yo

much he would have to raise this young man

he saddle, Frank. Most any

lly. "I saw him do a bet

"I saw you do a mighty

la, or you'll do more than

cent impudence. "I weigh one hundred and thirty-on

If it isn't stopped, some one's going to lose a job. We're here to take pictur

rector?" demanded H

t keep the rules I set for the company

no kid. Nobody runs me wit

ake trouble i

en any man yet that can lay onto me without getting his hair curled for him. Me, I play my own ha

waiting for y

's that?"

o longer working for

laring at the director, ready to explode with rage. It was a part of his va

was no longer so essential to the company. Yeager was a far better rider and could register more effectively the feats of horsemanship that were a feature

om the heavy, who stood glaring at the director, his fingers working and head thrust low on the deep chest so that the gor

use that grand-stander Yeager instea

ussing my pla

rough with you. Get that? Plumb sick." His eyes traveled around the half-circle till they met those of Yeager. "Y

his horse, and dug the rowels int

sly. "Exit Mr. Chad H

ed that can on him, Mr. Threewit. He's not just the

he quicker. Anyhow, he hasn't got it

ferent. 'Course he hates me thorough

rector clapped his hands briskly. "All over at the willows f