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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
THEY DISCOVERED CRANE. HE WAS DEAD.
card-playing, forced him to make pretty regularly, had been drifting from one cattle town or gold camp to another. One of these was a small town a few miles from Dick Westmore's ranch. His winnings aroused suspicions in some of the young men after awhile, and one evening, Jack Crane, a young ranchman, suddenly accused him of cheating. Ealstone, seeing the predicament he was in, for Crane was backed by several of his friends, shifted about until he was near the door, and then, suddenly bolted for the woods, hard
by.
He outdistanced all his pursuers except Crane, and finding that he could not shake him, he concealed himself behind a tree and shot at the young fellow. Crane dropped, and Ealstone then ran on until, coming to a ranch house, he slowed up, and knocked at the door. As there was no answer, he boldly pushed the door open and walked in, panting and fagged out.
In the meantime, the young men who
had turned back, started three of the Sheriff's men on Ealstone's trail. They discovered Crane. He was dead. One of the deputies went back for the coroner, while the other two pressed forward, more eagerly, after Ealstone.
Ealstone found the house empty. He threw himself on the lounge. He had to rest, and he hoped also to get some assistance to go on, from the owner of the ranch, when he appeared. Just as his head was settling on the sofa cushion, his eye caught sight of a photograph on the wall. He arose despite his weariness, and panting, scanned it closely. Then he drew out a photograph from his pocket and compared the two carefully.
Yes, the one on the wall was that of his deserted wife!
He muttered an oath. But he was too tired to plan, and lying down for a few moment's rest, he fell asleep. Soon after, Westmore entered. He looked into the bedroom to see if the little girl was all right, for his warm