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By PETER B. KYNE
SYNOPSIS
Kenneth 1311111ey, adventurer and one-
time gentleman, comes to Bradley Bar
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din, king of the cattle country, for a job.
Burney has had a fight with Martin
Bruce, a rival cattle owner, w1iO has been
stealing the king's stock, aided by
Gallegos, a Mexican bandit. The
king, liking young Burney's style. offers
him the job of getting the cattle -thieves.
'Burney accepts thouglt he knows it
means a. fight to the death. Ile meets
Muriel, the king's beautiful daughter.
Muriel, who is more interested than
she cares to admit, tries to persuade her
father not to let Burney tackle the cattle
thieves.
CHAPTER VII.— (Cont'd.)
"As I recall Grandfather," Muriel
retorted, "he was a ten-minute egg,
and you're just like him. I want you
to give that Ken Burney a good job
on one of your California ranches.
You have no right to permit him to
risk his life in your employ here."
"Well, it's his business, honey. He
has a man's right to roll his own
hc op."
"But don't you realize, Daddy, that
you're just suborning murder by em-
ploying him?"
The king was irritated. "There's
eutirely too much to-do made over
the blood of rascals these days," he
growled. "A lot of loose thinking and
sticky sympathy -wasted on the killer
but none or his victim. This boy, Ken
'blarney, can kill Martin Bruce in cold
blood and then, with my money and
political influence back of hirn, he can
plead not guilty by reason of insanity
and a jury of twelve good boobs and
true will turn him loose to kill some-
body else. Of course, just to appear
orderly, theyll send him to an insane
asylmn, where he can catch up on his
neglected reading for three months;
then the doctors will examine him, de -
elate him sane, and he will go back
to his friends and be congratulated on
two counts—one for going insane and
the other for recovering."
His mood changed suddenly. He
chuckled. "And that young idiot
tackled Martin Bruce in his own baili-
wick. Lord, what a lion -tamer the
boy would make!"
"He isn't an idiot," the girl defend-
ed.
"I don't understand his modus oper-
mull," the king contli ued. "I gather
that he :ook Bruce by surprise, dis-
armed him and then made a monkey
out of him. Undoubtedly, at real fist
fighting, he coul' have stretched
Bruce in half a minute, yet he prefer-
red to annoy him, to humiliate him by
slapping him, to enrage him., to so
imbue him with hatred and a yearning
to even the score as to make a killing
inevitalle the first time they meet.
Muriel, Pin certainly stuck for that
boy's funeral expaases unless be con-
sents to listen to reason."
The girl was exasperated. "Bnt
you're encoui aging him not to listen
to reason," she protested. "How can
you be so inconsistent?" •
"I'm not inconsistent. That young
fellow has made up his mind to bring
himself forcibly to my attention by
doing for me someiling he knows will
please me very much. He's -aeard some
gossip around cow camps, has put two
and two together and made four. I
don't know what his plans are, but I
suspect they will be very beneficial to
"But not his professional inferiors:"
the king reMinded.
"It will be very hard on him, Dad.
Why don't you make him 'assistant
general manager and let him occupy
room in Mr. Graydon's house?"
"His latent qualities of leadership
will develop more quickly in the bunk-
house," His Majesty, in his wisdom,
defended. "I graduated from a bunk-
house and he can do the same or get
out—provided, of course, that tomor-
row I conclude deflaitely to let hini in.
. I'in sorry I forgot he was 'a
cowboy and invited him to dinner
here. That was a tactical error."
"Why not? Hee a gentleman also,
I found him charming, delightful and
very amusing and you know, Dad,
good company is scarce here. May I
not invite him to dinner again?"
"If you care to, Muriel. As a usual
thing you have your own way with
me."
Ken Burney rose at dawn, bathed,
made his way silently out of the king's
house and over to the corral, where
Ile found his horses. His outfit was
pile& neatly on the ground just out-
side the gate, so he extracted from it
a clean shirt, a change of linen and
socks, a brush and comb, a small mir-
ror and shaving outfit, toothbrush and
paste. In the shelter of the closely
boarded corral he changed his linen;
at the watering trough he shaved,
brushed his hair and teeth and, his
toilet completed, performed a groom-
ing service for his horses, after which
he sat on the top rail of. the corral
and waited for the ranch cook to ring
the breakfast bell. And when that
"tocsin of the soup" resounded over El
Ranchito, Mr. Burney slid precipitate-
ly from his perch and joined 4 he rush
with some forty other men.
Entering the mess hall, he slid into
the nearest seat, nodded, murmured
"Howdy" to the men nearest him and
fell to, in silence, like the others. NO -
body paid any attention to him; with
them eating was a sacred function, to
be gotten over as quickly as possible.
Burney ate leisurely, however, linger-
ing to smoke a cigarette over his sec-
ond cup of coffee, with the result that
he found himself alone in. the mess
hall 'when Art Graydon, the general
manager, entered and took his seat
at a small table in. a corner. A red
tablecloth gave indication that this
table was Sacred to him.
Graydon was a tall, sliro, iron -g -ray
man with iron -gray eyes that had ac-
quired a permanent squint, clue to
forty years of sunlight and snowfall.
He glanced inquiringly at the stranger
as he entered, whereupon Ken Burney
stood up, bowed and wished him good
morning.
"You're hellish polite for a COW-
waddy," Mr. Graydon observed casu-
ally. "It ain't necessary to stand up.
when I come around. Them courtesies
is reserved for the king." A mildly
humorous gleam came into the squinty
eyes as his straight glance roved over
Ken Burney. "Come over to show my
boys how the rough ones should be
ridden?" he asked.
"No, sir. I came over to see you
for a riding job, but while I got into
the right church it seems I stumbled
into the wrong pew. I met His Ma-
jesty first. I thought he was you and
asked him for a job. However, he
thought I'd better pass my entrance
examination before he recommended
me to you."
"Good old King Bardin," Mr. Art
Graydon murmured appreciatively and
smiled a thin, small smile of inward
satisfaction.
"So," Ken Burney continued, "if it's
all the same to you, Mr. Graydon, I'll
be glad to show you what I can do. I
understand from the king that he'd,
like to see me ride a horse called Gera-
nimo."
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me; I suspect that the first point call-
ed for in his plan was the rough-
bousing of old lartin Bruce, but
whatever his plans are, they're. his,
and I h..ve no business to in.:erfere.
"You forget, my dear child, that I
started young and that Pm an , old
man now.. All of my lieutenants who
started with one are old men, too. Old
age in the executives is what atrophies
a business, and I'll be shot if, when I
pop off, I'm going to leave you an
atrophied business, to be handled by
old men. I need new blood in my busi-
ness. Young blood, bold blood, clean
blood.
"I'm going to start with Kenneth
Burney and give him a tryout; not-
withstanding the fact that I have
known him but two hours, he's my
idea of a general manager for El
Ranchito. He fascinates me, Muriel
Of course I could send him away to
another ranch where his life would
be peaceful and safe as a monk's in a
monastery. But I don't want to, and
I know he wouldn't accept such a job,
because he'd feel he hadn't earned it
and that I was trying to be nice to
him as a sop to my conscience for clos-
ing out his father's cattle."
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CHAPTER VIII.
"I'm curious about that boy. I want
to see him in action. I've got to test
him out, even at the risk of his life,
for if I do not test him out how am I
to discover whether he is or is not
worth two hoots in. a hollow? Some-
body has to step into my boots some.
da, Muriel, Whom have I got? A
lot of fine, capable, aging men who
each year pass more and more of their
responsibilities down to their irres-
ponsible inferiors.
"What's the use having sharp teeth
if you're going to be fed on spoon
victuals? I size up that Burney boy
as one who, in playing poker, plays
table stakes; in rolling the bones he
prefers one flop and have it over with;
hisCreed is to take a chance, to let
the tail go with the hide—and cultur-
ed, educated, highly intelligent gentle-
men who abide by that code are as
scarce as the dodo. They're the sort
of leaders I'm looking .or. -I want
'len who are smarter than myself
—
and I'in nobody's fool."
"And th-rnorrow night," the girl
murmured absently, "he'll be berthed
in the bunkhouse with his mental,
moral and intellectual inferiors. Yes,"
she added, "and his, social htfeaiors."
Still most f or the money
Again Mr. Graydon smiled the small
smile of inward satisfaction. "The
king must have a grudge against you,
mister. And, come to think of it,
when'd you talk to him? 'Tain't usual
for him to pile out this early."
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"1 dined with him and Miss Muriel
last night and slept in a very lovely
guest -room with a bath.
Art Graydon paused, apparently
paralyzed, in the act of spearing a
strip of bacon. "You et -with the
king?" he demanded..
"He was gracious enough to invite
one and I was hungry enough to ac-
cept. Besides, I got in rather late and
dinner was over here."
Evidently this information did not
sit well on the Graydon stomach, and
Burney was sufficiently quick-witted
to realize this. "I hope you'll not hold
lay delinquency against me, Mr. Gray-
don," he beggea. "Credit me with
having sufficient good taste to slip out
of the castle before the family was up
and come here for breakfast. I know
my place."
"Glad of it, son. If you didn't I'd
show it to you." Graydon added a
Moment later: "The old man doggone
seldom forgets his. Reckon he had his
reasons this tine. What's your name,
mister?"
"Kenneth Barney, sir."
"A mite inclined toward the dark
meat, eh? Well, we'll just call you
Smoked- an' that'll do until you have
to sign the payroll. Of course, I ain't
sayin' I'll take you on, although I
could use a good top -hand just now,
but if I do take you on, you remember
to keep away from headquarters until
you're sent for, and then don't linger
to pick wild flower., on the way. The
king ain't 'none too patient. His mid-
dle num. is Speed. We got to have
some discipline here an' handsbaltin'
the king don't go. I play no favorites."
This pronouneement Art Graydon
made without rancor, without brag or
bounce. He meant no offence and Ken
Burney understood this thoroughly.
(To be continued.)
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