OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES

POSEY

A CASE OF THE INNER IMPERATIVE




ILLUSTRATIONS


"Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively. "Then
come and take 'em!" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

Wemple dug his spurs into its sweating side and
the beast sprang forward at a faster gallop

Out on the plain we saw the Kid yelling like a
wild man, with Dynamite at his highest speed,
chasing a jackrabbit

"I'd hate to have to spile your hide, but I'll do
it if you don't get out o' this trail"




EMERSON'S WIFE