The Moving Picture Weekly (1916-1917)

THE MOVING PICTURE WEEKLY 9 Harry Carey in "Cheyenne's Pal" I'll give you $350 for Pete." (Copyright 1917, Universal Film Mfg. Co.) IT looks like a good day to get the batch off, doesn't it, Harry?" "Sure thing," said Cheyenne. "What about I my pay?" The British army oflBcer who had been buying up horses for shipment to the war cast a cunning look at Harry before he said: "Oh, that's all right. But what about turning your own horse Cactus there, in with the bunch? That will make about a thousand coming to you." "Well, I should say not," said Harry. "Cactus is my pal. Do you think I would part with him? Come across with my dough." Jim Corey had sized Cheyenne Harry up right in the two months that he had been using him to round up horses, and now he determined to wait patiently for the moment when he could get Harry's horse in his own clutches. "I need that horse for my own use. He isn't going for cannon fodder." "That doesn't make any difference," said Harry. "This horse is my pal, and I am going to keep him." As soon as Harry got his pay, however, the usual proceeding began. He looked up the nearest grog shop and dancehall, and found a pretty dancehall girl, and blew in the entire amount in one sitting. Flora Belle was used to this kind of a proposition, and as soon as Harry got down to small change her solicitude ceased. A HARRY CAREY Feature in /\ two reels, in which the bad man's devotion to his horse is the dominant theme. CAST. Cheyenne Harry Harry Carey Horse Cactus Pete Noisy Jim Jim Corey Dancehall Girl Gertrude Aster fVester Pegg I Steve Pimento Cowboys •{ Bill Gettinger I "Hoot" Gibson (^Ed Jones and she commenced to look around for another easy mark. "This put the befuddled Harry on his mettle. "I know where I can get $350 right away," he said. Flora Belle was very skeptical. "You just wait here." Flora Belle didn't wait at all. She went right over to another table and I BLUEBIRD BILL POSTIWG CO. | Start a BLUEBIRD DAY myour House Close-up of Harry and Cactus Pete. left Harry flat. In his maudlin condition Harry wandered out of the dancehall, found the horse buyer, offered Cactus, and received the $350 blood money. In spite of the growing feeling that he had played Judas to Cactus, he went back to the dancehall, and made good his assertion to Flora Belle. When he finally woke up from his drunken slumbers, his pockets again empty, and the bouncer gently but firmly urging him toward the door, Harry's thoughts again reverted to Cactus Pete, his pal, the horse which had taken him through thick and thin for the last five years, and his latent tenderness for the beast, and his Western cunning, began to work. Approaching Jim Corey, the officer, he said: "Well, Jim, now you've got my horse, you might as well take me. I haven't a job, and if you'll give me one as handler on the transport, I'll work my way back on some other frighter." "All right," said Jim carelessly, "go ahead." At twelve o'clock that night, just before the watch was changed, there was a cry from the after deck — "Stop thief!" — closely followed by a rifle shot, and a tremendous splash in the water below. Harry had loosened his charger Cactus from the guard rope which enclosed the horses, and with him had jumped into the ocean and was now swimming toward the shore. A detail of soldiers lined up at the rail awaiting the order to fire, but Jim never gave it. "Never mind, boys," he said. "Any guy that thinks as much of his horse as that fellow, is entitled to keep him."