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stranger was an unshaven, ill-kempt young
man, whose clothes were ragged and who ap¬
peared half-starved.

“Excuse me, gents, but would either of you
stake me to some grub?” he asked. “I’m plumb
starved and too weak to take a job if I could
find one.”

P. J. Tighe, one of the richest cattle barons
in those parts, snapped, “Beat it, you saddle
tramp, or I’ll have the law on you. Vamoose!”

“Wait up a minute, son,” said Tom Goodhue,
while fishing in his pocket. “Here’s a cart¬
wheel. Go feed yourself.” He handed a silver
dollar to the stranger, who thanked him and
shuffled oft toward the lunch room. Tighe
snorted in disgust. .

“That’s why you haven’t got enough money
to make your mortgage payment, Tom. Giving
away your silver to a shiftless varmint like

“The man’s hungry,” responded Tom,

“And you’ll be hungry, too, after I take your
ranch over,” growled Tighe. “Remember, I’ll
be out there with the sheriff at high noon
tomorrow. I either get the money or I get

Tom opened his mouth to protest, then
clamped his lips tight without uttering a word
as Tighe hurried away on short, mincing steps
toward the sheriff’s office. Tom could guess
his mission. He was going to arrange with
Sheriff Gridley to accompany him tomorrow at
noon on his foreclosure mission. With bowed

lawman to take charge of serving the fore¬
closure papers on Tom Goodhue at noon the
next day. Tighe was impatient because the
sheriff was trying to argue him out of it. “Why
don’t you give Tom a little more time?” asked
the lawman. “He’s had a run of bad luck and
kind of a poor season, but if you give him a
break he’ll pay you back everything and with
interest. I’ve known Tom since he was a boy.
Honest as the day is long.”

“I’m honest, too!” snapped P. J. “But I’m
not soft in the head. I believe in law and
orcier. I pay my debts on time and I expect
to be paid on time. And it’s your duty, Gridley,
to go with me and see that there’s no trouble

“I know my duty,” growled the sheriff.-

The cattle baron rose and started to leave
when he stopped suddenly to gaze at a
“wanted” poster on the wall. The poster said,
WANTED
For Robbery
$1000 Reward
The Wyoming Kid

“Hey!” exclaimed Tighe. “I just saw this
fellow. He’s in town. I demand the reward!”

The sheriff was on his feet at once. Both
men hastened to the lunchroom. But the
stranger—The Wyoming Kid—was gone. He
seemed to have disappeared into thin air. The
sheriff’s' search was fruitless. “Reckon you’ll
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catch him, P. J.,” he drawled.

“All right! But sheriff, I demand that you
do your duty and arrest Tom Goodhue at once
on the charge of aiding and abetting a
criminal. He gave that Wyoming Kid a dollar
right before my eyes.”

“Don’t be loco,” said the sheriff. “Neither
one of you even knew he was a criminal then.
Get some of the bitterness out of your system
and you’ll live longer, P. J.”

“Law’s law and justice is justice,” whined
P. J. “People that help criminals ought to be

Sheriff Gridley was still pretty Wtary when
he met Tighe at eleven o’clock the next morn¬
ing to start the ride out to Tom Goodhue’s
place. The lawman had been busy most of the
night. Someone had cracked the safe in the
Cattlemen’s Trust and made off with a bundle
of greenbacks. The burglar had left no clue,
but with The Wyoming Kid reported around,
it was pretty easy to assume he had pulled the
job. However, an all night search had un¬
earthed no trace of the kid.

When Gridley met P. J. he asked, “Haven’t
changed your mind, have you?”

“Of course not. I plan to foreclose on sched¬
ule,” retorted the cattleman. Many of the
townspeople looked on sadly as they saw the
pair heading out of town. All of them knew
and liked Tom, all, were aware of the fix he
was in, but none had enough money to help

At Tom’s place, P. J. looked at his big, gold
watch and said, “Well, Tom, in three minutes
this will all be mine.”

“Oh, no it won’t,” said Tom.

“You aim to put up a fight?” asked P. J.,
belligerently. “I’ve got the sheriff with me to
see that you abide by the law.”

“I aim to abide by the law and I aim to pay
up the mortgage,” asserted Tom. “By a miracle,
I’ve got the money for you. Here! Count it!”

He passed a stack of bills over to the sur¬
prised baron, who counted the money greedily
and stuffed it in his pocket. Sheriff. Gridley
looked on, astonished and a little troubled.
“Where’d you get this money?” asked Tighe.

“A friend gave it to me!” asserted Tom,

mysteriously.

“Ah ha!” exclaimed P. J. “Well, sheriff,
do your duty. Arrest Tom Goodhue as a
thief and a burglar. I recognize these here
greenbacks. They’re the loot that was stolen
from the bank last night!”

“Stolen from the bank?” exclaimed Tom.
“Why I had no idea-”

“I’ll have to take you into custody, Tom,”
said the lawman. “Maybe you can explain it
later. Anyway, I’m witness to the fact
you paid off your mortgage before noon, so
this property is still yours.' But right now it*s
my duty to put you in a cell. You can share
it with Mr. P. J. Tighe.”

“With me?” wailed Tighe. “What’s the
charge against me?”

“Receiving stolen property,” responded the
lawman. “Come along.” And the sheriff hand¬
cuffed both men, despite P. J. Tighe’s loud
protests. “As you told me yourself, P. J., law’s
law and justice is justice. I’m merely doing
my duty.”

Riding into town, Tom explained to the
sheriff that someone had left the package of
money at his doorstep during the night. “There
was a note. It said, ‘This is from a fellow you
helped.’ Well, I’ve helped many a hombre so
I didn’t know who it was. from. But of course

£6 ■ T happens I believe you, Tom,” said the
sheriff. “But you may have trouble con¬
vincing a judge and jury.”

However, at the jail, another surprise was
in store. The Wyoming Kid had given himself
up. “I just got tired of running,” he said. “But
after this hombre—” he nodded toward Tom—
“was good enough to stake me to some grub,
and then after I heard what a jam he was in,
I decided to pull one more job and help him
out. By the way, I want him to get that
thousand dollars reward for catching me.”

P. J. Tighe sizzled like a wet fuse, but Tom
Goodhue smiled happily and . said, “Well,
Wyoming Kid, after you get done serving
time, look me up. There’ll always be a job
for you on my ranch.”

THE END

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