Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

PALS 11 That was what hurt. He had trusted Denton as a brother. He had come to love him with more than a brother's love, and the betrayal destroyed his faith in all men. For more than an hour he sat silent and gloomy, staring with unseeing eyes at the rifled cache. Then he rose, and there was a new look in his face ; it was hatred and stern purpose and he buckled his holster about his waist. At the Grub Stake, while waiting for the evening stage, he learned that Denton had taken the noon stage and that he had carried a large bag that seemed to be heavy. It could not have contained all of the dust, some of it must have been cached; but he had gone, and with him all of Harper's faith in his fellow man. "I'm going to catch him," Harper confided to the Sheriff, "and when I do I guess there won't be any need of an inquest to find out that he's dead." "Better go careful," urged the Sheriff. "They don't care for gunplay back East." " I 'm not doing this to please them, ' ' reminded Harper, as he climbed aboard the stage, and the Sheriff knew that it would be short shrift for Denton should he be found. New York is a large place and Harper searched the directory in vain for the Denton he sought. There were many in the huge volume, but not the man he wanted, tho he visited each in turn. Day after day he set out on his quest, ever hopeful that he would find the man who had played him false. He was on the search in the suburbs when there was a cry from the passers-by, and he turned in time to see a speeding automobile knock down a little child. The people surged about the car, but Harper was first upon the scene and it was he who raised the little one from the dust. The self-important small boy vol HE TURNED IN TIME TO SEE A SPEEDING AUTOMOBILE KNOCK DOWN A LITTLE CHILD.