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HEAT? WHY, IT AIN'T HOT!
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MATTER OF OPINION! || LITTLE CHOMP YOU SAY IT'S HOT, -IÏSAY IT'S COLD!
MY WORD IS AS 'GOOD AS YOURS!
MUST I PROVE IT TO YA?
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GOLD STRIKE
T was difficult for Gurt not to hope ter. The sun was blistering hot, and
He knew now how those old time pros- made enough to pay for his equipment pectors felt, the ones he used to read and provisions. He could remain here Suddenly his eye lighted on a tiny about who went into. the desert year four more days at the most. after year.
Back at Medicine Gap they had told oasis. It was almost hidden by a clut- him that a young, energetic chap like tering of boulders, directly below him. himself could make maybe ten dollars Well, there'd be water there anyhow. a day most anywhere in the hills, if he. He started down the steep embank- worked hard and learned to distinguish ment. He took two steps and his foot gold from iron pyrites. Old Sam, slipped on a loose stone. There was a at the clattering sound, and in a flash Curt owned the shack Stone, who
He turned a edge of town that Court and Mary had found himself rolling and sliding help-
prospector. lessly down the slope. rented, had once been a He was willing enough to teach the complete somersault, and as he did so boy what he could about the business.. he glimpsed beneath him a man who Trudging along beneath the blazing been bending over the pool of water. noonday sun, a sleepy pack burro load- The man straightened up with a star- ed down with his equipment and pro- tled exclamation, reaching toward his visions shambling along behind, Curt belt.:
But there was no time for what the to do: In a split se- wondered how Mary was going to stand it. She had been willing enough to man' intended quit their job back home and come out cond's time; Curt's body had crashed
he could paint into him, knocking him flat. into the desert where
their Dazed, Curt rolled over and sat up. pictures. It.. was O.K.,while money lasted, but now that they need The man, gun half drawn, was lying at ed another stake to keep going well, full length unconscious. Curt went to- she hadn't liked the idea of his going ward the man's pack with the idea of getting a cup with which to carry wa- into the desert alone.
"It's filled with all kinds of danger, ter from the pool. He opened the pack,
and his eyes bulged. There were
of greenbacks inside Snakes and bandits and-"
"Now, Mary, it's silly to think of: dozen, packages bandits; This isn't the old West. It's that pack, all of a larger denomination 1938. There aren't any bandits left." than Curt had ever known was made.
For a moment Curt stood still, try- the "Aren't there? Well, just yesterday the bank at Barlow was held up and ing to think. He remembered
signs he'd seen in the stream bed- robbed and—”
"But, darling, those weren't the old hoofmarks, chiefly, and camp sites. He type of desert bandits who ride horses had thought other prospectors had and carry six guns and go into the been there. Then his thoughts leaped....
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desert to hide. Now, for goodness' to what Mary had said: The bank
robbery at Barlow. sake, be sensible."
He wished. now he hadn't been so The man on the ground groaned and sharp with her. After all, he was go- stirred. Curt took three quick steps ing to be away a week. Tough on the toward him, bending over and snatch- kid. But what if he did atrike it in the old-fashioned six-shooter from rich? A bonaza! He'd buy her every the man's belt. thing a woman could possibly desire. The bank rave Curti, a reward of He stopped and drank from his can- $2000; and the itate phid him another teen. Foolish of him to think of bon $1000, They could, with care, live two anzas. Why, there hadn't been a rich years on that. But neither felt they'd strike for years, Still-.
have to, for Curt's paintings were get- ting better and better.
On his second day out. Curt came to the hills described to him by Old Sam.
"I guess, Mary laughed happily, If Old Sam was correct there was a "you'll listen to me hereafter when dry stream bed here where he could
warn you against bandits.". pick up a few dollars worth of dust. "I guess," Curt laughed back, "I'll He found the stream bed and follow- never listen to anyone who says there's ed it for a mile. There were indica- no chance of making a rich gold strike
tions that others had been here before
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these days."
him. No use digging where the ground:
(Copyright, 1988, By The Associated had been recently worked over. That Newspapers). night he camped far up the stream. The next morning he set to work. By nightfall he figured he must have at least five dollars worth of dust. Not a very big haul. Hardly worth it. Still, it was better than nothing, and there was always the chance of strike.
The next day he worked ten hours and made about six dollars. Perhaps, hey decided, he'd better move up the stream bed farther. The following morning he broke camp, and all that day he trekked north. Signs of other prospectors became less frequent. Yet that night, tired and quite discouraged, he camped at a site that hadn't been used so very long, ngo...
•The question of water troubled him. All he had was what was in his cân- teen, Farther south there had been a Haro there was none. Sa He climbed thò om- and fol-
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