He recalled now the inordinately long arms of the man. Doubtless these had puckered the blanket around his mldrift and beat- en him into unconsclousnese. The lovelorn old codger, fired with jeal- ousy, must have. been stalking the widow's place, mistaken him for | Tival and acted under the dictates of } lis brandy-befuddled brain That he }had forgotten to confide the fact of | !mprisonment to Hardley was evident; but then, he had neglected to lock the Ij il. How the ox driver had got pos- trayed tho fact, D } session of the key was a detail unex- | plained, but Seymour would never be ‘sufficiently curlous about that to in- ‘quire into if. To have been taken NEVER FIRE FIRST ry JAMES FRENCH DORRANCE Co-Author of “Get Your Man,” "Glory Rides the Range,” Ete. (BSerlal Rights Arranged Through F. D. Goodchild, Publishers, Toronto) (Continued) Seymour thought of firfng his pistol | through the window in a hope of at~} tracting attention to his plight; he eyen went so far as to unlimber the weapon But! he recalled that he had not the slight- est idea of where the calaboose was situated, for it had- not come to his} notice in the course of his one crowd- ed day in Gold. That it did not stand immediately back of the sheriff's office he was certain, and if might be on the eamp’s outskirts for all he knew to the} contrary. It seemed the part of wis- dom to reserve his ammunition; at least to give the deputy another halt- | hour of grace. In his impatience to be out and go- ing, the sergeant began to pace the floor. Already, his physical fitness} was asserting fiself, returning him) rapidly to normal. There was a pair} of bumps on the back of. his hea where the two put-out blows had land- | ed, but there was no sign of a scalp} wound, thanks to the protection the} thick blanket had afforded. cept | for the confining bars and that ice-box | door, he was ent y able to be out, | earrylog the Jaw where it sadly was needed. | On his fourth and fifth round of the} smal) room, he paused before the door, | seized with a commanding impuse to} expend his surplus energy in beating} upon it. He had seen prisoners be- haye in that same futile fashion in his| own guard rooms and, for the sake of quiet, liad put irons on them when they persisted. But there was no one in this inhospitable place to put irons on him, so he yielded to the extent of beating a tattoo on the stout planking. To his amazement, the door gave slightly under his touch, which was no way at