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TIGER EYE---A Thrilling Story of the Cattle Rancher By B. M. BOWER Ninth Installment Bob Reeves, the Kid, was nicknamed Tiger Eye by his friends down in the Brazos country because his "gun-eye" was yellow. When his father, "Killer Reeves," died the Kid left Texas to avoid continuing his father's feuds. Reaching Montana he is forced to draw on Nate Wheeler, an irate nester. In the exchange of shots Wheeler drops dead, the Kid later learning that Bob Garner who had also shot at the same time, really killed Wheeler. Garner gets the Kid to join the Poole outfit as a rim rider. The Kid succeeds Wheeler's widow and is interrupted by Pete Corham through both ears for coupling his name with Wheeler's widow. Later he rescues a girl, Nelle, and her dad from Gorham, wounding Pete again. The girl, in spite of her belief the Kid is an imported Texas killer, warns him the nesters will kill him. He meets Jess Markel, a Texan who is boss of the Poole wagon crew and shoots him through both hands. Nellie's dad is shot from ambush and suspects Babe against his wish. The latter thinks another nester killed the old man. Babe is wounded by hidden enemies, who also shoot at Tiger Eye but miss. The Kid pulls Babe back into the cabin and wounds one of the attackers. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Reckon I could, Babe." "Well, damn it, do it, then! When yuh draw a bead on a nester, git 'im right. There ain't no come-back from a dead man. You got 'em out there before yuh, Tiger Eye; any jury in the world would make it self-defense. Yuh don't have to worry, a damned bit. Now's your chance—git 'em kid! Damn it, don't yuh know there's a bounty on nesters? You can collect five hundred apiece for 'em, and no questions asked!" "That the price on ole Pappy Murray, Babe?" "That it's the price on any damn nester! Didn't the Old Man tell you so?" "Nevah did tell me that, Babe, Mistah bucket and set it on a box close to the bunk where Babe could reach the dipper if he had to. He kindled a small fire in the stove, and let the smoke advertise a live man's presence. An old trick, but so natural a one that so far as he knew it always worked." Shots from the ridge answered that challenge. The kid waited until the firing ceased, then took his bucket and crawled out through the roof, dropping noiselessly to the ground and sliding at once into the brushy little gully that separated the cabin from the bluff behind it. He did not feel that he was taking any risk, but all his life he had been drilled in caution, so he went sneaking along, keeping close under the bank and stopping every few feet to listen and peer ahead. He could not see any one, and it was so quiet that he could hear a lone mosquito humming over his head. Yet he felt a human presence near him. He stood still and waited two minutes, and his quick eyes caught a quiver in a drooping branch. Some one was hiding in the bushes just above the spring, lying close under cover and watching the cabin an dthe open flat beyond. "Ye'all bettah crawl back outa that bush." The kid spoke with an aminous kind of calm. "Come damn careful, lessen yoah hungry foh lead." Immediately the bushes shook as if swept by a sudden gale. A pair of legs with blue overalls tucked into worn riding books came squirming backward into view. The kid reached out and grabbed one and gave it a vicious yank, and the form it belonged to came sliding down and landed pretty much in a heap at the edge of the pool. The kid stepped back, his gun sagging at his side and his other hand going up me. The air was thick and powder smoke. The kid old silver watch and saw terroon was half gone. Nabe yet. He'd die on the fore they could get him gully. It would have to be they made it. Nellie, out there—the she must hiding in the brush since o hungry himself, now he go about grub. The kid reeked be safe to have a little piece of the cabin in the shade, Nellie. Babe was all right to do for him but let he as long as possible. The kid wrung out a four cold water and laid it forehead before he crawled the roof with a picnic lunch. The men on the ridge would astonished to see the two with their backs to the wailegured cabin, feasting cooled sourdough biscuits, coated blackberry sauce. The kid was holding his between his cupped hands Nellie from the corner of it played "The Mockingbird Nellie sat curling the end braid absently around her eyes downcast and her lips shoo to kill? What yu chicken-hearted for?" Continued Next VIEW a dead man. You got em out there before yuh, Tiger Eye; any jury in the world would make it self-defense. Yuh don't have to worry a damned bit. Now's your chance—git 'em kid! Damn it, don't yuh know there's a bounty on nesters? You can collect five hundred apiece for 'em, and no questions asked! "That the price on ole Pappy Murray, Babe?" "That it's the price on any damn nester! Didn't the Old Man tell yuh go?" "Nevah did tell me that, Babe. Mistah Bell taken my name and wheah I'm from and all, and asked right smaht questions. Nevah did tell me anything 'cepting I was to get my o'dahs from yo'all." "Damn right, you git your orders from me! I order yuh right now to lay 'em cold! Kill every damn' nester you can draw a bead on, out there! Save goin' after 'em in the valley. Hell, they're out to kill you ain't they? You and me both! Git 'em, or they'll git you. Git the damned—" Babe trailed off into a meaningless mumble. The kid sighed and gouged at the dried mud and tried to think of something else. "Why, dammit, you come here with the dead list in your pocket!" Babe cried suddenly from the bunk, his sick brain selzing anew upon his grievance. "I knowed you was lyn' when you said you found that map where the wind blowed it into a bush. You was headin' straight for the nesters with that dead list, and you knew what you had to do. "You made a slip-up with me when you said you was goin' to Wheeler's place because Nate Wheeler come first on the map. I like yuh, Kid, and I've let yuh make out like you're a nice little lad that wouldn't kill a 'msketter: I ain't never asked no questions, but I ain't a damn' fool. You had the dead list and that was all I needed to know. A man ain't expected to go around shootin' off his mouth about what he's doln. Nobody wants yuh to advertise yourself. "But, damn it, you've crippled one of the best shots the Poole has got, and you've been runnin' on me about beefin' old Murray, and yuh claim you won't kill a nester your self for love er money. Looks pretty damn' scaley to me. Kid—dammed if it don't. Looks like they've got you workin' for 'en. Damn' spy, for all I know." Once more the kid tried not to listen. In one ear and out the other—that was the only way to do with fever talk. Plumb foolish. Babe was shoah a sick man, all right. He took up Babe's rifle and sent a shot over to where the little blue smoke clouds betrayed the position of the nesters. It wasn't much of a target; whether he wanted to hit a man or not, it was unsatisfactory shooting. "How's the water holdin' out?" That meant Babe wanted another drink. The kid filled the tin dipper, hoping Babe would not notice how he "Yo all bettah crawl back out that bush." The kid spoke with an aminous kind of calm. "Come damn' careful, lessen yoah hungry foh lead." Immediately the bushes shook as if swept by a sudden gale. A pair of legs with blue overalls tucked into worn riding books came squirming backward into view. The kid reached out and grabbed one and gave it a vicious yank, and the form it belonged to came sliding down and landed pretty much in a heap at the edge of the pool. The kid stepped back, his gun sagging at his side and his other hand going up mechanically to claw at his hat. "Ah—excuse me, Miss Murray," he blurted, crimson to his collar. Nellie Murray, in her father's clothes, and with her father's gray Stetson tilted over one eye at a most rakish angle, stared up at him with astonished blue eyes. "Ah—good evenin'," the kid stammered again. "I hope yo'all will excuse me—" "I never even heard you!" gasped Nellie. "I thought you were in the cabin. Wasn't it you shooting?" "Yes'm, I reckon it was." The Kid was trying not to look at her. Shoah did look cute, though. He dared one swift glance from under his hat brim and looked away, guilty but entranced. But Nellie Murray was not thinking of her appearance. "I had to come and warn you if I could. I know you didn't shoot my father, but they'd kill you just the same. They're out to kill any Poole man they can find." "It sohaah was kind of yo'all, but I wish yoh hadn't come, Miss Murray." The kid's face was grave, his eyes more tender than he guessed. "Babe's shot, and I'm aimin' to get him outa heah tonight. I was awn my way to the stable to get the hawses." "I'll help. I'll go crazy if I don't have something to do." The kid tried to persuade her to stay under the bank by the spring, but he was secretly glad she wouldn't do it. The kid led the way, thrilling to the sound of Nellie Murray's footsteps behind him. The stable door was sheltered from view of the ridge by the small haystack and by the clump of serviceberry bushes where the nester had hidden that morning. There really was no danger of being seen at the stable. But while the horses were drinking thirstily from the pool, the crackle of more shooting reminded him that the battle was still going on. -Reckon I bettah get back to the cabin and answer those shots with a few of my own," he said uneasily to Nellie. "I'll take the watah bucket. If yo'all would follow along with Babe's hawse I'd be much obliged, Miss Murray." Nellie, coming along behind him, with never a whimper of fear for herself, filled him with a great wonder. Shoah complicated matters too, having her along. Going to be bad enough, making a run for it, with Babe. Never planned on having any one else to look Once more the kid tried not to listen. In one ear and out the other—that was the only way to do with fever talk. Plumb foolish. Babe was shoah a sick man, all right. He took up Babe's rifle and sent a shot over to where the little blue smoke clouds betrayed the position of the nesters. It wasn't much of a target; whether he wanted to hit a man or not, it was unsatisfactory shooting. "How's the water holdin' out?" That meant Babe wanted another drink. The kid filled the tin dipper, hoping Babe would not notice how he had to scrape the bottom of the bucket to do so. He hadn't thought of the water problem, but it loomed rather large now. Couldn't get to the spring while the daylight held, and Babe's thirst was growing. If the nesters stayed where they were, they had him trapped. About noon, now. Seven hours and more till dark. "Think you can git out through the roof?" Babe tried to prop himself on one elbow and watch, but the pain turned him dizzy and sick, and he lay panting and cursing his helplessness. "Shoah going to try," said the kid grimly. "They'll shoot yuh like a rabbit!" The kid shook his head and stepped up on the foot of the bunk where he could bring his full strength into action, prying and pushing at the dirt-covered poles of the roof. Had the ridge beyond the little flat been higher, the nesters over there would have seen him when, at last, with a final avalanche of clods and dust on the bunk, his head poked through into the sunlight. But the cabin stood on a little ridge of its own and only from the bluff opposite could one look upon the farther slope of the roof. Mebby when they must in tonight you can drop down outside and make a run for it—but I can't. It's all day with me, anyhow. God, I'm dry! Gimme a drink before yuh go, will yuh, Tiger Eye?" Babe muttered. "Shoah will, Babe. I'll get a bucket of watah directly." "You stay inside. They'll fill yuh with lead, Kid." "Nevah will see me, Babe. Gully back of the cabin goes to the spring and beyond." He poured all the water into one shooting reminiscent him that the battle was still going on. "Reckon I bettath get back to the cabin and answer those shots with a few of my own," he said uneasily to Nellie. "I'll take the watah bucket. If yo'all would follow along with Babe's hawse I'd be much obliged, Miss Murray." Nellie, coming along behind him, with never a whimper of fear for herself, filled him with a great wonder. Shoah complicated matters too, having her along. Going to be bad enough, making a run for it, with Babe. Never planned on having any one else to look after—Nellie Murray, least of all. They'd need another horse, and they'd need somebody that could shoot and hold back the nesters. The kid didn't see how he was going to make it, but it never occurred to him to change his plan. There wasn't any other plan to change to; not unless he just rode off with Nellie and left Babe— "Reckon yo'll bettath wait down heath with the hawses." The kid turned and set down the water bucket. "I'll tote Babe out and put him awn his hawse." "Through the roof? You can't do it alone. I'll have to help." "You've got to have help, and you may as well own it first as last." She must have thought his silence was plain stubbornness, for she gave his arm an impatient shake. "You can't do it without me." "You'all can't go in, Miss Murray. They keep awn shootin' at the cabin. Bullets come though the doah and window like bees into a hive in a plum thicket." "I wouldn't get hit any quicker than you would." But she let her fingers slip from his arm. "Well, all right—you go on and boost him through, and I'll stay outside and ease him down to the ground. But do be careful, won't you—Bob?" "Shoah will—Nellie. I kain't say what I want to say," murmured the kid helplessly. "I nevah did see a girl like yo'all—" Babe lay with his eyes shut and his face twitching with the pain of his wound, and he did not pay any attention to the clods of dirt that rattled down on the blankets. The kid picked up one of the rifles and began shooting at the ridge, rushing from one loop-hole to another to make it look as if two men were handling the guns. New Christian Science Publishing The thrilling Story of Cattle Ranges The air was thick and acrid with powder smoke. The kid looked at his old silver watch and saw that the afternoon was half gone. No use moving the babe yet. He'd die on the horse before they could get him out of the mud. It would have to be dark when they made it. Nellie, out there—she must be hungry, hiding in the brush since dawn. Mighty hungry himself, now he got to thinking about grub. The kid reckoned it would be safe to have a little picnic out back of the cabin in the shade, just him and Nellie. Babe was all right. Nothing to do for him but let him lie quiet as long as possible. The kid wrung out a folded towel in cold water and laid it across Babe's forehead before he crawled out through the roof with a picnic lunch for Nellie. The men on the ridge would have been astonished to see the two sitting there with their backs to the wall of the beagured cabin, feasting contentedly on cold sourdough biscuits, cold bacon and fried blackberry sauce. The kid was holding his mouth organ between his cupped hands, watching Nellie from the corner of his eyes. He layed "The Mocking Bird" softly. Nellie sat curling the end of her yellow braid absently around her fingers, her eyes downcast and her lips half smiling. "Damnit, Tiger Eye, why don't yuh shoot to kill? What yuh so damn' chicken-hearted for? Damn' cow leves—" Continued Next Week the center front. Connect E and A and C and B with straight lines, and connect the other points marked with curved lines as indicated. 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