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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
Calamity forward and out the door. He drew his revolver and watched her down the trail. Then, with a laugh, he stuck the will in his hippocket, calmly lit a cigarette and smiled as he looked at the face of Jane Baxter, white with anger.
"Sorry I had to fool yuh, little girl, ' ' he said, ' ' but I had to get that there will. Well, so long." An ejaculation as he turned. He had bumped into the solid form of Rosie, the
will in the hip-pocket of Cal Edwards and had fancied it for a meal. Jane leaped forward. With straining hands she pried open the burro's mouth. Anxiously she pulled forth the will. It hardly had been damaged.
"At least, I've done this!" she exclaimed. "I've "
"Done what?" came a voice at her side. Jane looked into the face of Calamity Anne.
"Saved the will," the girl an
HUNGRY ROSIE HAD SAVED THE PRECIOUS DOCUMENT
burro, which had come up behind him. "Derned fool!" he exclaimed, and hurried across the open space toward the sheds. Jane Baxter watched him, with tears in her eyes, her hands clenched.
"Tricked!" she exclaimed, angrily. "Tricked ! I let him fool me into — "
A catch of the voice stopped her words as she rushed forward. A something in Rosie 's mouth had caught her eye — the glint of a seal and the white of paper. Rosie, always hungry Rosie, had seen the
swered, with a gasp. "Rosie was eating it. Now, I'm going to show that bunch of cowards what a real angry woman is like when she means business ! ' '
Then, while Calamity Anne, the danger of the loss of the will coming to her in its full force, collapsed against the side of the ever placid Rosie, Jane Baxter seized the woman 's revolver from its holster, ran to the hiding-place of the bullets, and started, on a run, for the sheds. A moment later, an angry bit of lead