. . . Roaring Pete, struggling towards dropped flask. He reaches it. It is empty. He gets up in a rage. He feels himself. “What’s the good of being wounded when the flask’s empty?”
He dashes for pony and lights out for anywhere. As he passes foot of precipice, someone falls on his head. Falls off. He rubs his head with curses and quirt, and examines the missile. It is Tootsie Wootsie. (Sensation in the front seats.)
SECOND PART FOLLOWS IMMEDIATELY
A LOVERS’ QUARREL
“Please explain how you come to be so far distant from home in your night attire.”
Tootsie Wootsie walks off the screen in a huff.
THIRD PART
OF THIS THRILLING SERIAL,
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday,
NEXT WEEK.