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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
JIMMIE DISCOVERS DYER IN THE RUINED HUT AFTER THE STORM
your claims, an' then, if you should peg out, you'd go in comfort, knowin' your property would go to the one you wanted to get it."
Dan thought he was mighty smart, but old Dyer snarled like a hungry dog with a bone.
"No, I aint makin' no wills," he says, "an' I aint sayin' I got anything worth havin ' or not ; but worth little or worth much, it wont interest me none when I'm dead. If anybody wants my leavings, the first one to find them can have them, so far as I care ! ' ' And with that he goes thumpin' out, gets on his burro, and rides off.
"Well, boys," says Dan, settin' out the glasses, "you all heard what he said. If he should peg out — an' there wouldn't be no tears if he did, I reckon — anything he leaves belongs to the finder. Here's luck to whichever one of us it is ! "
A couple of days after that there came along a regular old grandpa of a storm — old-fashioned kind, with wind
and lightning, and rain enough to drown a spring lizard. She broke just after sundown, and lasted 'most all night. Next morning Jimmie was a-ridin' the trail past old Dyer's cabin, and he could see that right here the storm had hit hard. When he got to the dobe he pulled up mighty sudden, then jumped off his pony and run to the door, a-trembling with hope an ' fear, I reckon — hope that he was the first to come along, and fear that the old rascal wasn 't killed by the big tree that had blowed down and crushed in the roof of the adobe.
The door was locked, and Jimmie smashed it in when he didn't get any answer to his knock. He found old Dyer under some beams and boards and stuff, badly done up. Evidently the old man had been having a big spree all by himself, for there were two or three empty bottles on the floor, and, what interested Jimmie most of all, a dust-bag, big as a cocoanut, and stuffed full. First of ' all,