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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
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HILTON TOOK HIM IN" HIS ARMS.
"Yes, but he ain't alone/' said the greaser, "Hilton's with him."
"What, the tenderfoot?"
"Yes. He fired up like a tinder box. Said he was goin' with Hawk and take care of him, and he went, too, with Burke orderin' him back, and Pop Wilson ravin' and pointin' a gun at him. Nan even come out and begged him. He got as white as a ghost, then, but he wouldn't give in, and he's over there in the shack with the Indian."
The men were stricken dumb. It was a kind of courage they had never encountered and there seemed to be no words to fit the occasion.
The next morning Pop Wilson showed signs of the dread sickness. Panic-stricken, his men, in spite of Nan's, agonized pleading, forced him
with gun and fork to the other side of the line, to share his fate with the desperate tenderfoot and the dying Indian. Hilton took the old man in his arms and carried him to the shack, where More Hawk lay, in the awful, raging fever. Day and night he nursed Nan's father and the red-skin, looking across the line with clenched jaw and slight regard at the ranchmen, apt at gun play, but whipped like curs by the fear of plague.
Ike went with the coach for a doctor. When he came, he and Hilton nursed the two desperately ill men until the crisis was passed. When this work was done, Hilton himself fell sick, suffering the dread malady while they were convalescent. He did not die, but spring came, with its sunshine and its blossoms, to warm his white, pockmarked face — scarred by the grim battle with disease.
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ON" THE DEAD LINE.
A STRETCH OF DOUBLE BAR.
Slowly he struggled back to health and strength, no longer a subject of jeers, but the idol of the ranch. Every man stood in awed respect before the tenderfoot who had faced and fought a foe they had all feared.
When the old sky-pilot, on his white horse, came to Double Bar in early summer, even Burke stood by, with quiet reverence, as the crude ceremony which gave Nan to Hilton was performed.
"He won her in a fair fight. There's more'n one kind of bravery; likewise, more n one kind of cowards," said Peno, voicing the sentiment of the ranch.