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Hopalong Keeps His Word.
The waters of the Rio Grande slid placidly toward the Gulf, the hot sun branding the sleepy waters with streaks of molten fire.

To the north arose from the gray sandy plain the Quitman Mountains, and beyond them lay Bass Ca on.

From the latter emerged a solitary figure astride a broncho, and as he ascended the topmost rise he glanced below him at the placid stream and beyond it into Mexico.

As he sat quietly in his saddle he smiled and laughed gently to himself.