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Brown, J. Concordance to the Old and New Testaments. Bush, Geo. Notes on the book of Joshua. Cable, G. The busy man's Bible. Caverno, Chas. A narrow ax in biblical criticism. Clarke, A. Commentaries on Holy Bible. Notes on New Testament. Crosby, H. Expository notes on the book of Joshua. Davidson, S. Introduction to the study of the New Testament. Dictionary of the Bible. Foster, Chas.

The story of the Bible. Geikie, C. Hours with the Bible. New Testament hours. Bible history. Who wrote the Bible? Henry, M. Exposition of the Old and New Testaments. Hodge, C. Commentary on the epistle to the Romans. Jamieson, Fausset, and Brown. Commentary on the Old and New Testaments. Kitto, J. Illustrated history of the Holy Bible.

McCook, H. Teacher's commentary. Maclear, G. Class-book of New Testament history. Malcom, H. Bible dictionary Moore, F. Thq spirit of the Holy Bible. Morison, J. Disquisitions and notes on the gospels. Moulton, R. Literary study of the Bible. New Testament. New Testament with notes. Palmer, R. Bible atlas. Pentecost, C. Bible studies for Pollard, J. The Bible and its story.

History of Old and New Testaments. Revised New Testament, and History of revision. Schaff, P. Companion to the Greek New Testament. Slocombe, S. Gospel manual. Smith, Wm. Old Testament history. Smyth, J. How we got our Bible. Old documents and the new Bible. Stevens and Burton. Harmony of the gospels. Bible that was lost and is found. Terhuine, Mrs. Home of the Bible. Townsend, L. The Bible and other ancient literature in the nineteenth century. Union Bible dictionary. Vincent and Hulbert. Lessons commentary on International Sabbath school lessons for and Vincent and Holway.

Lessons commentary on International Sabbath school lessons for Westcott, B. Some lessons of revised version of New Testament. Williams, H. Studies on the epistle to the Hebrews. Wood, J. Bible animals. Young, Robt. Analytical concordance to the Bible. Adams, S. Nearer my God to Thee. Abbott, J. The young Christian. Great Companion. Theology of an evolutionist. Alden, H. Study of death. Religious progress. As natural as life. Anderson, R. Arnold, E.

Death and afterwards. Paul and Protestantism. Last essays on 'hurch and religion. First battles. Atkins, F. Moral muscle. The law of new tlouglit. Around the world of 'ristian missions. History of the Iluguenot emigration to America. European eivilization. Barton, A. An offering. Interpretations of life and religion. Baxter, 1. A call to the unconverted. How we rose. Life thoughts.

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Beecher, H. Temlperance sermons. Bickersteth, E. Blaikie, W. David King of Israel. Bootl, First Communion. Bouton, J. Uncle Sam's 'hurch. Church history. Brent, C'has. With God in tlie world. Briggs, C. Briggs, M. The Sabbath. Brooke, S. Brooks, P. I mfluence of Jesus. Candle of the Lord, and other sermons. Light of the world,-and other sermons.

Browne, Thos. Religio medici. Bruno, J. Catholic belief. Buckley, J. Christian Science and other superstitions. Bucks, Chas. Religious anecdotes. Bulfinch, S. Communion thoughts. Bunyan, J. Grace abounding to the chief of sinners. Pilgrim's progress. Burke, C. Roses and lilies of Christendom. Village sermons. Burnap, G. Lectures to young men. Burton, E. Lectures of ecclesiastical history. Bushnell, H. Character of Jesus. Nature and the supernatural. Businger, L. Christ in His Church. Butler, J. Analogy of religion. The three pearls Canton, Wm. Invisible playmate. Canton, Wm. Carew, P. Ecclesiastical history of Ireland.

Clalk lines over morals. Challoner, R. Catholic Christian instructed. Channing, W. Perfect life. Chapel hymnal. Chester, J. Ruth the Christian Scientist. Child, G. Chiniquy, C. Forty years in the Church of Christ. Church, A. Oxford movement. Cobbett, Win. History of tle Protestant reformation in England and Ireland. Coit, J. The religion of manhood. Coles, A. A new rendering of the Hebrew psalms into English verse. Collyer, Robt. Nature and life.

Cornill, C. The Prophets of Israel. Coxe, A. Thoughts on the services. Craik, Mrs. Sermons out of Church. Sacraments of the Church. Croocker, J. Different New Testament views of Jesus. Daniel, E. Prayer book. Moody, his words, work and workers. Darras, J. General history of the Catholic Church. Dearmer, P. Parson's handbook. Desmond, H. Mooted questions of history. Dewey, J. Christian theosophy.

Discourses on various subjects. Dillon, G. Our Lady of Good Council. Douglas, G. Draper, J. Conflict between religion and science. Dreher, T. Outlines of Church history. Drummond, H. Beautiful thoughts. D rummond, My point of view. Natural law in the spiritual world. Drummond, I upanloup, F. The child. Elmdale Lyceum. Saints of the rosary. Eddy, M. Miscellaneous writings. E'ddy, M. Pulpit and press. Retrospection and introspection. Eiddy, M Science and health key to the Scriptures.

Unity of good. Edersheim, A. Edwards, J. History of the work of redempltion. Farrar, F. Places that our Lord loved. Sermons and alddresses. The religion of democracy. Fisher, G. Beginnings of Christianity. The reformation. T'le destiny of man. The idea of God affected by modern knowledge.

Reformation principles. Fox, Mlrs. The phantom form. Friswell, J.. Frothinghaml, 0. Beliefs of tile unbelievers. Furness, W. The home of God's people. Life and works of Christ. Gentilucci, R. Life of the Blessed Virgin Aary. Gerbert, M. Lily of Israel. Gestefeld, U. How we master our fate. Statement of Christian Science. Gillet, O. How I became a preacher. Gibbons, Jas. The faith of our fathers. Our Christian heritage. Gibson, J. The ages before Moses. Giles, C. Gladden, W. Ruling ideas of the present age.

Gleeson, W. Trials of the Church. Golden treasury psalter. Goodwin, H. Christ and humanity. Gore, Chas. Incarnation of the Son of God. Sermon on the Mount. Grafton, C. Grant, F. Spiritual law in tile natural world. Graver thoughts of a country parson. Shady side of life in a country parsonage. Gray, G. The Church's certain faith. Gregory, G. Concise history of Christian Church.

Griflis, WV. Sunny memiories of three pastorates. Gwynne, W. The way of life. Hale, L. Lord's supper and its observance. Hall, Chas. Into His marvellous light. I[all, C. True Protestant ritualism. Hamilton, G. Divine guidance. Hanna, Win. Tlhe forty days after our Lord's res'urrection. Hardy, E. Faint yet pursuing.

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Harp and the cross. Harris, W. History of tlhe early missions in Western 'anada. Harvard vespers. Life of Jesus. Hatch E. Influence of Greek ideas and usages upon the Ch'ristian Church. Havergal, F. My King and His service. Royal grace and loyal service. T The sacred mountains. Heard, A. The Russian Church and Russian dissent. Hecker, 1. Aspirations of nature. Tile Church and the age. Hiram Golf's religion. Hepworth, G. Rocks and shoals. Hillis, N. The psalms of David, an introductory study to. Tle Master of the science of right living. Hinds, A. A garner of saints.

Infant baptism. Tile law of love, and tle love as law. Hopps, J. The future life. The hosanna. Huntington, F. Helps to a holy Lent.

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Around the campfire the drivers of the trail-herd squatted on their heels or lay sprawled at ease. The glow of the leaping flames from the twisted mesquite lighted their lean faces, tanned to bronzed health Copyrighted, , by The Story-Press Corporation. Most of them were still young, scarcely out of their boy- hood; a few had reached maturity. But all were products of the desert. Its alkali dust was caked on their unshaven cheeks. The high-heeled boots, the leather chaps, were worn at its insistence.

Upon every line of their features, every shade of their thought, it had stamped its brand indel- ibly. The talk was frank and elemental. It had the crisp crackle that goes with free unfettered youth. In a parlor some of it would have been offensive, but under the stars of the open desert it was as natural as the life itself. They spoke of the spring rains, of the Crawford-Steelman feud, of how they meant to turn Malapi upside down in their frolic when they reached town.

Their horseplay was rough but good-natured. Out of the soft shadows of the summer night a boy moved from the remuda to- ward the campfire.

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He was a lean, sandy haired young fellow, his figure still lank and unfilled. In another year his shoul- All rights reserved. As he sat down on the wagon-tongue at the edge of the firelit circle the stringiness of his appear- ance became more noticeable. His blue eyes were gentle and friendly. From his pocket he had taken a knife and was sharpening it on one of his down-at- the-heel boots. His white, expressionless face and soft hands differentiated him from the tough range-riders.

He did not belong with the outfit, but had joined it the day before with George Doble, a half brother of the trail foreman, to travel with it as far as Malapi. In the Southwest he was known as Ad Miller. The two men had brought with them in addition to their own mounts a led packhorse. Doble backed up his partner. He looked at David out of a sly and shifty eye. He had only one. The other had been gouged out years ago in a drunken fracas. He saw no reason why these strangers should run on him, to use the phrase of the country.

On account of the lameness of his horse he had returned to camp in the middle of the day and had discovered the two newcomers trying out the speed of the pinto. He wondered now if this precious pair of crooks had been getting a line on the pony for future use. It occurred to him that Dave was being engineered into a bet. The chill, hard eyes of Miller met his. It was none of his business.

He was a cau- tious man, not looking for trouble. More- over the law of the range is that every man must play his own hand. Wherefore he dropped the matter with a grunt that expressed complete understanding and de- rision. Bob Hart helped things along. I got fifty dollars more to back the packhorse. How about it, Sanders? You got the sand to cover that? Or are you plumb scared of my broomtail? The foreman nodded. He was a large, leather-faced man in the late thirties.

His reputation in the cattle country was that of a man ill to cross. Dug Doble was a good cowman — none better. Outside of that his known virtues were negligible, ex- cept for the primal one of gameness. The terms of the race were arranged and the money put in the hands of the foreman. This brought a laugh.

His partner was a short man with a spare, wiry body. Few men trusted him after a glance at the mutilated face. The thin, hard lips gave warning that he had sold himself to evil. The low forehead, above which the hair was plastered flat in an arc, advertised low mentality. If ever I seen tinhorn sports, them two is such.

Their packhorse is a ringer. They tried him out this evening, but I noticed they ran under a blanket. Me, I aim to button up my pocket when those guys are around. The two visitors were sitting side by side, and the leaping flames set fantastic shadows of them moving. One of these, rooted where Miller sat, was like a bloated spider watch- ing its victim. The other, dwarfed and prehensile, might in its uncanny silhouette have been an imp of darkness from the nether regions.

Most of the riders had already rolled up in their blankets and fallen asleep. To a reduced circle Miller was telling the story of how his packhorse won its name. Rattler and killed him; then I give Bill a pint of whisky. He got salivated as a mule-whacker on a spree. His nose swelled up till it was big as a barrel — never did get down to normal again. He found his blankets, rolled up in them, and promptly fell asleep. For once he dreamed, and his dreams were not pleasant.

He thought that he was caught in a net woven by a horribly fat spider which watched him try in vain to break the web that tightened on his arms and legs. Desperately he struggled to es- cape, while the monster grinned at him maliciously, and the harder he fought, the more securely was he enmeshed.

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The objects about him were still mysterious in the pre-dawn darkness. The shouting of the wranglers and the bells of the remuda came music- ally as from a great distance. Hart joined his friend, and the two young men walked out to the remuda to- gether. Each rider had on the previous night belled the mount he wanted, for he knew that in the morning it would be too Gun-sight Pass THE BLUE dark to distinguish one broncho from an- other. The animals were rim-milling, go- ing round and round in a circle to escape the lariat.

Dave rode in close and waited, rope ready, his ears attuned to the sound of his own bell. A horse rushed jingling past. The rope snaked out, fell true, tightened over the neck of the cowpony, brought up the animal short. Instantly it surrendered, making no further attempt to escape.

The roper made a hitch round the nose of the broncho, swung to its back and cantered back to camp. In the gray dawn near details were be- coming visible. The mountains began to hover on the edge of the young world. The wind was blowing across half a continent. Sanders saddled, then rode out upon the mesa. He whistled sharply. The pinto was a sleek and glossy little fellow, beauti- ful in action and gentle as a kitten.

The young fellow took the well-shaped head in his arms, fondled the soft, dainty nose that nuzzled in his pocket for sugar, fed Chiquito a half handful of the delicacy in his open palm, and put the pony through the repertory of tricks he had taught his pet. I know you wont throw off yore old pal. So long, old pie-eater. The other men were already busy at this important business.

From the tail of the chuck-wagon he took a tin cup and a tin plate. He helped him- self to coffee, soda biscuits, and a strip of steak just forked from a large kettle of boiling lard. Presently more coffee, more biscuits and more steak went the way of the first helping. The hard-riding life of the desert stimulates a healthy appetite. It was made up of several lots bought from smaller outfits that had gone out of business under the pressure of fall- ing prices, short grass, and the activity of rustlers.

The cattle had been loose-bedded in a gulch close at hand, the upper end of which was sealed by an impassable cliff. Many such canons in the wilder part of the mountains, fenced across the face to serve as corrals, were used by rustlers as caches into which to drift their stolen stock. This one, no doubt, had more than once played such a part in days past. Expertly the riders threw the cattle back to the mesa and moved them forward. The sun rose and filled the sky.

In a heavy cloud of dust the cattle trailed steadily toward the distant hills. Near noon Buck Byington, passing Dave where he rode as drag-driver in the wake of the herd, shouted a greeting. His eyes were red and sore from the alkali dust, his throat dry as a lime-kiln. With necks outstretched, bawling loudly, they hurried forward. Forty-eight hours ago they had last satisfied their thirst. Usually Doble watered each noon, but the desert yesterday had been dry as Sahara. Only such moisture was available as could be found in black grama and needle grass. The point of the herd swung in toward the cottonwoods that straggled down from the draw.

For hours the riders were kept busy moving forward the cattle that had been watered and holding back the pressure of thirsty animals. Again the outfit took the desert trail. Heat-waves played on the sand. The sun rays were like tongues of fire. Vegetation grew scant except for patches of cholla and mesquite, a sand-cherry bush here and there, occasionally a clump of shining poi- son ivy.

A heavy cloud of yellow dust rolled forward with the herd. Sunset brought them to the Salt Flats. The foreman gave orders to throw off and make camp. Dug Doble was chosen both starter and judge. Dave watched Whisky Bill with the trained eyes of a horseman.

The animal was an ugly brute as to the head. But in legs and body it had the fine lines of a racer; the horse was built for speed. His bronco was fast, willing and very intelligent, but the little range- pony had not been designed to show its heels to a near-thoroughbred. The revolver barked. Chiquito was off like a flash of light, found its stride instantly.

The training of a cowpony makes for alertness, for im- mediate response. Before it had covered seventy-five yards the pinto was three lengths to the good. He leaned forward, patting his horse on the shoulder, murmuring words of encour- agement into its ear. But he knew, with- out turning round, that the racer galloping at his heels was drawing closer. Foot by foot the distance be- tween the horses lessened to two lengths, to one, to half a length.

The ugly head of the racer came abreast of the cowpuncher. With sickening certainty the range-rider knew that his Chiquito was doing the best that was in it. Whisky Bill was a faster horse. Simultaneously he became aware of two things. The bay was no longer gaining. The halfway mark was just ahead. The cowpuncher knew exactly how to make the turn with the least possible loss of speed and ground. Too often, in headlong pur- suit of a wild hill steer, he had whirled as on a dollar, to leave him any doubt now.

Scarce slackening speed, he swept the pinto round the clump of mesquite and was off for home. He called on the cowpony for a last spurt. The plucky little horse answered the call, gathered it- self for the home stretch, for a moment held its advantage. Then he knew that the bay was running side by side with Chiquito, was slowly creeping to the front. The two horses raced down the stretch together, Whisky Bill half a length in the lead and gaining at every stride. Daylight showed between them when they crossed the line. Chiquito had been outrun by a speedier horse. Chiquito ran a mighty pretty race.

Dave would not be twenty-one till coming grass, and it hurt his boyish pride to think that his favorite had been beaten. He stroked in silence the heaving flank of the pinto. Another lank range-rider drifted up. Chiquito started like a bullet out of a gun, and say, boys, how he did swing round on the turn! The voice of George Doble cut in, openly and offensively jubilant. Back of it lay the chill implacability of the professional gambler. THE usual give-and-take of gay repartee A was missing at supper that night.

Since they were of the happy-go-lucky outdoor West it did not greatly distress the D Bar Lazy R riders to lose part of their pay- checks. Even if it had, their spirits Would have been unimpaired, for it is written in their code that a man must take his punish- ment without whining. What hurt was that they had been tricked, led like lambs to the killing. The punchers were sulky.

Instead of a fair race they had been up against an open- and-shut proposition, as Russell phrased it. The jeers of Doble did not improve their tempers. The man was temperamentally mean-hearted. He could not let his victims alone. Miller was not saying much himself, but his fat stomach shook at this sally. If his partner could goad the boys into more bet- ting, he was quite willing to divide the profits. Audibly Hart yawned and murmured his sentiments aloud.

His self-control snapped and in an instant the whole course of his life was deflected from the path it would otherwise have taken. With a flip he tossed up the tin cup so that the hot coffee soused the crook. He reached for his forty-five, just as Sanders closed with him.

Miller, with surprising agility for a fat man, got to his feet and launched himself at the puncher. Dave flung the smaller of his opponents back against Steve, who was sitting tailor-fashion beside him. The gunman tottered and fell over Russell, who lost no time in pinning his hands to the ground, while Hart deftly removed the re- volver from his pocket. Swinging round to face Miller, Dave saw at once that the big man had chosen not to draw his gun. In spite of his fat the gambler was a rough-and-tumble fighter of parts. The extra weight had come in re- cent years, but underneath it lay roped muscles and heavy bones.

Men often re- marked that they had never'seen a fat man who could handle himself like Ad Miller. Dave had the under hold and tried to trip his bulkier foe. The other sidestepped, circling round. Instantly Dave plunged at him. He had to get at close quarters, for he could not tell when Miller would change his mind and elect to fight with a gun. The man had chosen a hand-to-hand tussle, Dave knew, because he was sure he could beat so stringy an opponent as himself. Once he got the grip on him that he wanted, the big gambler would crush him by sheer strength. So, though the youngster had to get close, he dared not clinch.

His judg- ment was that his best bet was his fists. He jabbed at the big white face, ducked, and jabbed again. Now he was in the shine of the moon; now he was in darkness. Miller roared like a bull and flailed away at him. More them one heavy blow jarred him, sent a bolt of pain shooting through him. He pecked away at it with swift jabs, taking what punishment he must and dodging the rest.

Miller was furious. He had intended to clean up this bantam in about a minute. His great arms crushed into the ribs of his lean op- ponent. As they swung round and round, Dave gasped for breath. He twisted and squirmed, trying to escape that deadly hug. Somehow he succeeded in tripping his huge foe. They went down locked together, Dave underneath. The puncher knew that if he had room Miller would hammer his face to a pulp. He drew himself close to the bar- rel body, arms and legs wound tight like hoops. Miller gave a yell of pain.

Instinctively Dave moved his legs higher and clamped them tighter. The yell rose again, became a scream of agony. He clamped tighter, working his heels into another secure position. The big man bel- lowed with pain. Take him off! The big raw-boned foreman was glaring at him above his large hook nose. The trail-boss had been out at the remuda with the jingler when the trouble began. He had arrived in time to rescue his fat friend.

Breathing hard, Dave faced his foe warily. He was in a better strategic posi- tion than he had been, for he had jerked the revolver of the fat man from its scab- bard just as they were dragged apart. It was in his right hand now, pressed close to his hip, ready for instant use if need be. He could see without looking that George Doble was still struggling ineffectively in the grip of Russell. The foreman glared. Get that, Sanders? I wont have it. He had no intention of handing a loaded gun to Miller while the gambler was in his present frame of mind. That would be equivalent to suicide.

He broke the re- volver, turned the cylinder, and shpok out the cartridges. The empty weapon he tossed on the ground. His trousers were torn to shreds. Blood trickled down the lacerated calves where the spurs had roweled the flesh cruelly. No wonder Miller had suddenly lost interest in the fight. The vaquero thanked his lucky stars that he had not taken off his spurs this evening and left them with the saddle. Hr HE first thing that Dave did then was A to strike straight for the wagon where his roll of bedding was. He untied the rope, flung open the blankets and took from inside them the forty-five he carried to shoot rattlesnakes.

This he shoved down between his shirt and trousers where it would be handy for use in case of need. His roll he brought back with him as a justification for the. He had no intention of starting anything. All he wanted was not to be caught at a disad- vantage a second time. Miller and the two Dobles were stand- ing a little way apart, talking together in low tones.

The fat man, his foot on the spoke of a wagon-wheel, was tying up one of his bleeding calves with a bandanna handkerchief. Dave gathered that his con- tribution to the conversation consisted mainly of fervent and almost tearful pro- fanity. The brothers appeared to be debating some point with heat. George insisted, and the foreman gave up with a lift of his big shoulders. The men round the fire gave no sign that they knew the confidence men were on the map until after they had gone. Then tongues began to wag, the foreman having gone to the edge of the camp with them.

Not none! I kinda took my time then. It was not for several moments that he remembered the fight or what brought it about. The grin that lighted his boyish face at thought of its unex- pected conclusion was a fleeting one, for he discovered that it hurt his face to smile. Byington walked out to the remuda with him. The pinto was an aristocrat ik his way.

The two ponies had been brought up in the same bunch. He rode deeper into the desert. No answer came to his calls. At a canter he cut across the plain to the wrangler. That young man had seen nothing of Chiquito since the evening before, but this was not at all unusual. The cowpuncher returned to camp for breakfast and got permission of the fore- man to look for the missing horses. Beyond the flats was a country creased with draws and dry arroyos.

From one to another of these Dave went, without find- ing a trace of the animals. All day he pushed through cactus and mesquite, heavy with gray dust. In the late afternoon he gave up for the time and struck back to the flats. It was possible that the lost broncos had rejoined the remuda of their own accord or had been found by some of the riders gathering up strays.