Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

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18 PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY Cabot closed one of Bije's eyes with a smashing blow, and well-nigh paralyzed him with a right hook placed under the ear, but Bije roared his defiance, and battled the harder. He forced Cabot back against a jutting rock, and threw him treacherously ; but as Emmy shrieked at the sight, the young man writhed and struggled free, bounded to his feet, and met the next rush. For another minute they floundered and swirled in a haze of dust, furrow then the galloping of the horse, and a race began. Si Stork was habitually armed, and Cabot did not wish to expose the girl to a fusillade. Over the perilous roads they galloped and rocked, and Cabot, looking behind him at intervals, saw that Si's fresher horse was gaining. "Pull up, or I shoot!" yelled Si, and brandished a long-barreled shotgun, while the battered Bije held the reins and whip. After a moment of low talking Bije boxed his ears and took the paper from him. ing the ground with their feet; but with a swiftness that baffled the eye, Cabot drove a straight punch into the other's heaving midriff, and the combat was over. Emmy uttered another cry, but it was one of joy; and Cabot, leaving Bije senseless on the ground, leaped into the wagon and picked up the reins. "Si will be here in minute," warned the girl. "We must go — quick !" Cabot, flushed with victory and delight, turned the horse about and headed for the county seat. As they drove away, they heard Si Stork's wagon rattling along the road in their rear. They heard shouts of alarm and rage, But Cabot did not pull up. He forced his horse still onward, hoping to receive aid before the threatened clash. A chorus of loud hails and cries broke out ahead of them, and they saw, as they rounded a turn, a company of no less than twenty men, on horseback and in buggies and wagons. Bije Stork and his brother saw them a moment later, and Si let off both barrels of his shotgun, while Bije pulled up, turned around, and dashed away in a new direction, taking a byroad. Cabot turned his wagon into the brushwood and out of the road as the sheriff's posse opened up the chase and strung out in a yelling, straining column of pursuers. "The heavy vehicle 1 creaked and clattered over the groun 1 like an artillery train, and the crackir 1 of whips was like scattered rifle fire. 1 Bije and Si made for the heav I wooded country, sacrificing their goo 1 horse to the object of making the purl suit arduous for other horses. Tw 1 miles of rugged trail they covered, alon I the upper slopes of the range, and afte I that their horse ceased to respond t 1 blows and yells, and lagged wearih I wavering in its gallop. The leading pursuers began a desul 1 tory firing with rifles, shotguns, and re 1 volvers, and the Stork brothers replies J in kind. "Catch 'em, 'fore they git to the Devi il's Drop!'' shouted the sheriff, ami spurred his horse, but the fugitive jus 1 then came to the abrupt angle in th<| road which jutted over a precipice lik<| a headland above the sea. While Si hurled buckshot and de l fiance at the enemy, Bije essayed the perilous turn with his panic-stricken foundered horse, and the wild attempi failed. One of the back wheels slid from tin road, the wagon slewed, and, as the advancing posse thundered a chorus of horror, the two men and the horse vanished over the edge of the cliff. An instant later there was a faint crash, scarcely heard, in the ravine below, like something splashing in water. Crishy Stork received the news of the passing of her men folks without emotion, just as she would have taken tidings of their success. Ip fact, she nodded dumbly and went on darning one of Si's socks. Jim Whitlicks. on the contrary, rejoiced unaffectedly. The end of the Stork regime freed him from a wretched servitude, and he was happy. Inquiry developed that he had shared the secret of the brother's extensive counterfeiting industry, as had Emmy and her grandfather. The woodshed had been one of the repositories for the bogus currency before it was "marketed." while the bulk of the output had been stored in Cabot's ruined cabin. It had been Bije Stork's inhuman custom to impress Jim with the importance of keeping a secret, by chaining him in the woodshed by the wrists, and then flogging him with a mule whip. Benton Cabot had interrupted one of these disciplinary affairs on his first day