A land-grab in the irrigation country. A breezy Western tale of adventure.
kes and grub."
"Yours truly," responded the other. "When you land in the calaboose for this racket I'll keep you in tobacco. What name shall I ask for?"
"If I land there you can ask for a damfool--and I'll answer the first time," laughed the holdup over his shoulder. "Next gent! Here's the little bag. Lady, keep your weddin' ring. You fat sport, stand up till I see what you're sittin' on. Why, was you tryin' to hatch out that bunch of money? I'll surely do that incubatin' myself."
He levied tribute swiftly, in spite of his badinage, and the gunny sack sagged heavier and heavier. As he reached the end, his companion, who had dominated the passengers with his gun, abandoned his position and came down the aisle. At the rear door he turned.
"Keep your seats till the train moves," he ordered harshly. "I'm layin' for the first man that sticks his head out of this car."
Behind him the coach buzzed like a disturbed hive. Its occupants bewailed their losses, vowed vengeance on both h