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SADDLE AND WAITING.' GOT TO 
WRITE A NOTE TO THE WARDEN 
THANKING HIM FOR THE 





AFTER YOU SMUGGLED THE FILE TO ME, I TOLD 
YOU I'D BREAK' OUT THE FIRST STORMY NIGHT' 
— I MOPE THE BOYS ARE WAITING AT THE 
HIDE-OUT/ WE NEED CASH/ So WE'RE 
PULLING A SERIES OF STAGS 

ROB3£M£$ pronto.' 




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KEMO SABAV, ME GET 
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TMEY DON'T KNOW WE SAVVY S. WAIT A MINUTE! 
WHERE THEY'RE CAMPED.' JERRY'S ) I'M NOT 
FACE HASN'T DECORATED ANY J RISKING MV 
POSTERS AND He IS THE ^S HEOC ON SOME 

PERFECT ONE TO LEAD 
•EM INTO A fXAP/ 




THEY'LL OO TO HELP YOU' SHOW SURPRISE ABOUT 
THE MASK — THEN TELL HIM YOU REALIZE WHO HE 

YOU WERE RISING TD TOWN FOR THE SHERIFF 
WHEN YOUR HORSE STUMBLED.' YOU FOUND THE 
STAGE GANG'S HIDE-OUT/ TELL 'EM HOW TO GET 
HERE AND SAY YOU'LL GET THE SHERIFF/ THEN 
DOUBLE EACK BY THE SHORT CUT AND JOIN US A 
QUARTER OF A MJLE IN FRONT OF THE CABIN . 

WHERE WE'LL BE WAITING IN AM&VSA/' < 






SURE GLAD y<U/ FOUND \ WHERE 15 IT? 

' I WAS RACING TO TOWN TONTO AND I 

TOR THE SHERIFF WHEN MY / CAN RIDE THERE 

horse stumbled.' eye / while you go 

LOCATED THE STAGE ^< FOR THE SHERIFF/ 

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YOURS ANP VOUR PALS TRACKS I TH£ TRACKS 
HERE FROM THE BANK, DESPITE/ YOU WERE 
HAVING LOST THEM FROM ^\ FOLLOWING? 





THAT'LL BE YEARS 
FROM NOW/ IN ADDITION 
TO BANK ROBBERY 
THESE TWO WILL 
BE CHARGED WITH 
HORSE STEALING/ 




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YOU MIGHT STILL BE AT LARGE IF S/£.VE/?f \ 
THE PAINT YOU STOLE HADN'T / AlVAy/ 

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Pop Kielty shifted from one foot to another 
as he glanced at his boss, Pat Moran. In the 
office of the Deerfoot Stage Company, Moran 
glared at his guard. Then he exploded: 

"You mean you gave the Colorado Kid four 
thousand dollars in greenbacks and never 
fired your shotgun?" 

Pop's head bowed in misery. "Moron, I 
didn't even see him till it was too late. I was 
tinkering with this gadget—" He held up a 
rounded wafer-like box that bung by a wire 
from His finger. Then, with pathetic eagerness, 
"You wind it up like this— then, when you 
shake hands with some hombre— " 

He reached out and touched Moran on the 
arm. At the point of contact there was the 
whirring rasp of a striking rattler. With a howl 
of fright, Pot Moran leaped backward. 

"Pop," Moran spoke slowly. "You used to 
be the best shotgun guard in this territory— 
uritil you read that advertisement in the Den- 
ver paper. Since you sent away for that box 
of tricks and gadgets, you've been a changed 
man." - s 

"You're right, Moran. That wos the best 
investment I ever made." From his pocket Pop 
drew a well-thumbed catalog. "Look, Pat, for 
only one dollar they send you twenty-five fun- 
making novelties, tricks to fool your friends—" 

"Tricks! Fun!" Moran interrupted bitterly. 
"The time you gave the cook at the hotel an 
exploding cigar three men had to hold him 
back from punching you! Two weeks back. 



you gave the schoolmarm a piece of chocolate 
candy made of India rubber." Moran was 
glowering. "It cost the town a raise in pay to 
keep her from quitting her job." 

"And last week, when you slipped that 
phony deck of cards into the game at the 
Silver Dollar—" 

Pop grinned with immodest pride, "Yep! 
The only deck in the territory with ten aces. 
Never saw so much shootin' since the Lincoln 
County War." 

"I can take a joke. Pop, but this is the last 
slrdw. Four thousand dollars is too much to 
pay for a laugh. You're fired!" shouted 
Moran. 

As he opened the door and stepped into 
the street, Pop called out, "Shucks, never 
knew a full-grown man to take on so. Trouble 
with you is you have no sense of humor, 
Moran." 

As Pop swaggered down the street, he 
toyed with a set of false teeth that were ob- 
viously designed for an elderly moose. 
"Reckon I'll go down to the Last Chance and 
give the boys a laugh with these." 

But as he entered the cafe' he was greeted 
by a shout from one of the tables. "Anybody 
seen Pop Kielty lately? I mean the funny man 
who makes everyone laugh." 

From the bar a second voice answered. 
"That Pop's a real card! Did you hear how 
he tricked the Colorado Kid 'into robbing the 
stage of four thousand dollars?" As the room 



rocked with laughter, Pop Kielty's leathery 
face showed a faint pink glow. 

"Reckon none of you boys heard how Pop 
tricked himself out of a jab?"said a cow-poke 
who had fust stepped in behind Pop. "When 
Pat Moran heard about Pop's latest trick, he 
fired him on the spot." 

The roar of laughter that followed drove 
Pop Kielty into, the street. Disconsolately, he 
made his way to his room at the Acme Hotel. 

Next morning, Moron met him in the street. 
"Pop, I've been thinking. Seems a shame to 
break up an old f/iendship." 

Pop squinted at him shrewdly. "Havin' a 
tough time hiring a new shotgun, eh? Espe- 
cially with the Colorado Kid on the prod. All 
right, I'm a sport. 1 withdraw my resignation." 

In the office of the stage company, Pat 
flipped open the lid of the express box. "Ten 
thousand in gold dust," he said grimly. "I'm 
relying on you to see the Colorado Kid doesn't 
get it." 

"Speakin' of the Colorado Kid," said Pop 
brightly, "I think I know a trick that might 
trap that hombre." 

"Another trick!" Pat Moron pounded the 
table in anger. "If that hombre holds up the 
stage again, the only trick you'll use is your 
shotgun, understand?" 

"Relax," grinned Pop. "It was just on idea." 
But, as Moran turned to his desk he failed to 
notice how Pop Kielty hovered over the bags 
of gold dust. . . . 

Two hours later, the Colorado Kid held up 
the stage. He seemed to time it perfectly. At 
the moment, Pop Kielty was trying on the set 
of trick teeth. "Hate to spoil your fun, old- 
timer, but I'll trouble you to hand down that 
express box," said the Kid. 

As the trick teeth came loose and fell into 
the dust, the coach driver looked at Pop with 
utter and complete disgust. Pop handed down 
the heavy box with grudging admiration. 
"You caught me dead to rights, KitJ." 

"Hold those horses while I check," said the 
Colorado K'd, like the careful man he was.' 
He shot off the lock and kicked the lid of the 
express-box open. Then' he leaned over to 



examine its contents. A faint cloud of dust 
floated upward past him. Suddenly the out- 
law reeled backward, sneezing violently. 

"Mow's your chance! Get him. Pop!" yelled 
the stage driver. But Pop was looking down 
at the Colorado Kid with a smile of scientific 
detachment. The Kid's sneezes were exploding 
with the speed of a repeater pistol now. His 
face was a deep purple color. 

"There's no rush," said Pop, climbing down 
from the coach. "That hombre'll be sneezing 
for quite a while." 

Back in Deerfoot next day, Pap smiled as 
Moran congratulated him. "It was nothing, 
Moran. Just a little sneezing powder I put 
in the express box before you locked it." 

Slowly Moran's smile faded. "Oh, no!" he 
said in disbelief, then his voice rose to a 
howling shriek. "You could have cost me that 
whole gold shipment! Pop, you've played your 
last trick! You're fired." 

Pop sauntered to the door. "Moron, haven't 
you heard about that five-thousand-dollar re- 
ward for the Colorado Kid? Fired? I quit!" 

And, walking down the street. Pop Kielty 
thumbed through the catalog of the tricks 
and novelties. On his face was a smile of per- 
fect bliss as he contemplated all the joy his 
five thousand dollars would buy. 



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Customs of the Arapaho 



The Arapaho, a Plains'tribe of the Algon- 
quian family, had the military organizations 
common to most of the plains tribes, which 
consisted of soldier bands or societies that 
were called on by the chiefs to perform 
police duties during communal buffalo hunts 
and other important occasions. The Arapaho 
had three main soldier bands, the Kit-foxes, 
Crazy Lodge, and Dogs. Ordinarily a war- 
rior passed from one society to the other, 
like school children in their grades, automati- 
cally grouping the members according to 
age. At the same time, the Arapaho members 
of the soldier bands conducted certain cere- 
monial, or dancing functions, that eventually 
included practically all the adult males in 
the tribe. Each of the societies had some item 
of dress peculiar to their own group that 
easily identified the wearer as being of a 
certain group. 

Air old Arapaho man explained the mean- 
ing of the design in the moccasin shown in 
tbe drawing as follows: The white beadwork 



represents the ground; green zigzag lines 
upon it are snakes. The quilled lines repre- 
sent sweathouse poles. These lines are red, 
blue, and yellow, and the colors represent 
stones of different colors, used for producing 
steam in the sweathouse. At the heel, which 
is not visible in the drawing, are two small 
green squares . . . these represent the 
blankets with which the sweathouse is cov- 
ered. The design of a snake was embroidered 
on these moccasins so that the person wear- 
ing it would not be bitten by snakes. The 
symbols referring to the sweathouse were 
included so that the young man, for whom 
it was made, might grow to the age at which 
the sweathouse is principally used . . . old 




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