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"Turner,” ed men for 'sudden.” “I bought that watefr," Ham mond said slowly, “paid for It in bard cash. I need It to mine with and Ihn goiu’ to take it. The map shows it’s on the secMon bought, and I’ll use very drop of it if I have to drink it!” "And I say you won’t use drop of it if I have to build a raft and live on the lake to see that you don’t,” Da»e said. "Don’t make a move,” the sheriff said softly. "We’ve got the papers for that land,’’ Dave said. “Come up and take a look for yourself some time.” "You can go into Phoenix and look in the Land Office files of the year 1893. Whoever sold you that land was runnin’ a sandy on you, from the ground up. And if you think you can take it with a bunch of killers—’’ Haminond, In his rage, forgot ho had guns. He lunged at Dave’s throat as Dave leaped to meet bin#, his face contorted with fury. As soon as the sheriff saw that Rosy was trying to part them, he bolstered his guns and stepped In. It was a full minute before Dave and Hammond were separ ated. the sheriff pushing his grunting bulk against Hammond and forcing him against the desk. Rosy held Dave’s arms. Ham mond's eyes were murderous. "Turner, I’ll kill you like a damned coyot“ the next time I see you.” "If I don’t hunt you down first, Hammond,” Dave rasped, his voice hoarse with fury. HM.tmond lunged, only to be held by the sheriff. Dave strug gled with Rosy. NOTICE OF SALE Nortn Carolina, Wilkes County. Wilkes County vs. John H. Yale and wife, Mrs. John H. Y.ale. Under and by virtue of a judg ment made and entered in^ the above-entitled cause in the Supe rior court of Wilkes county, dat ed June 6, 1938. tlie undersigned Conunissioner will, on the 6th day of July, 1938, at 12:00 o’clock, Noon, at the door of the Wilkes county courthouse, in Wilkesboro, North Carolina, sell at public auc tion to the highest bidder for ca.sh, subject to the confirmation of the court, the property hereinafter de scribed, located as follows: Being 55 acres, more or less, in Traphill township, listed in the name of John H. Yale in 1934, and ^ing all the land owned in Trap- hill township by John H. Yale in 1934. For further description reference is made to descriptions found in book —, page—, in the Register of Deeds office of Wilkes county. ■ This 6th day of June, 1938. W. H. McELWEE, 6-27-4t(M) Commissioner Meet Frou From the Lovliest Girl of the South! THE TOY WIFE Who Lived Only . . . To Be Loved! west than the trail would have taken them. Rosy bad not spoken since they mottnted at the Draw Three. Dave had ridden off his anger. “I reckon I lost my temper,” he said. "Plumb,” Rosy said briefly, flggered you’d be sorry if you done anything to, the old man. After all. we didn’t have no proof.” "It took me a long time to so© that,” Dave said slowly. “We haven’t proof that he paid the man. All we can do is guess. He didn’t take to the Idea much, did he?” He took to it so danged little that I’m wonderin’ if we ain’t shouMn’ down the wrong barrel.” “What beats me. Rosy, is how Hammond knew I was comlh home. How’d he know I’d get off the train at Soledad Instead of at Single Shot?” “I been wonderin’ when you’d think of that,” Rosy said slowly. "How would Hammond know you’d be passin’ there in that draw at that time of night? How’d he know about it?” He crooked a leg over the saddle- horn and looked at Dave. “Well, Harmon or Finnegan could have picked It up around Ted or Mary and then went to town and got a couple of drinks under their belts and spilled it.’’ “Tftey could.” Rosy admitted. “So maybe it wasn’t Hammond at all. Maybe it was some one that wanted it to look like Hammond done it. Say, them nesters.” "I'm hopin’ it isn’t them,” Dave said seriously. “I’m hopin’ those nesters are reasonable people. “Here’s the scheme. I thought of it) last night, but didn’t say anything until I’d seen Pearson. He gave me a ninety-day exten sion on the paper he’s holdln a- gain.-it the spread.” “Well?” "Those nesters are in good black land,” Dave continued. ‘”rh'’y’re nrobably pretty good farmers. I can get a crew of Mex’s to ditch water down to them from the creek. It, runs a- bout a mile from that bottom land. but it’s shut off by a low bill.’’ He looked at Rosy. "Let tho-ie ne«ter.s r.aise alfalfa on shares with plenty of water.” “You turnin' farmer?’’ “No. But loo'c. There’s a hunch of mines arnrud here, besides these two loi'U-. With water we could get three crops of alfalfa in the summer, f’cmract some of it, hold the rest and .get skyhlgh prices for it later. In ninety days. I’ll have enough from that to clean off the paper and start in stockin’ the place.” A two hours’ ride brought them to the lip of a grassy hill and they reined up. At the bottom of the basin lay orderly checker boards of fields, now fallow, wait ing for th“ spring plowing. Small in the distance, at the base of the cliff, lav a cluster of 1 huil.lings. T'acy rode point to the catiins, skirting 'ho fields a little. There wer*^ si.x houses that Dave could see. log shacks As they approach- tlio first sl'ack, Dave saw a man step out the door. He noted ed “Howdy,” he said amiably. The neater spat noisily. "Lookin' for some one?” growled. • ' “Six of you,” Dave said laconl$; ally. r ‘ ' “I’ll do,” the nester retorted. He was staring into the barrel of a Colt in Dave’s hand. “Close that door,” Dave said softly. “You got a gun there Just inside the door, so move slow.” The nester continued to atare Insolently at him. his hands In his hip pockets. Dave's gun exploded and a chip of wood behind the nester’s head splintered off. Dave saw the nester’s face set a little asf he leaped away from the door. He reached In and got the rawhide latchstring and swung the door shut. Now step out here,” Dave said. He leathered his gun and the nester stepped close to his horse. Dave folded his arms. “I’m Dave Turner," he an nounced. “How would you like to clear off my land?” he asked softly. With the quickness of a cat, the nester drove his fist into the nose of Dave’s horse. The horse Jerked his head high, reared, and Dave slid out of the saddle. ’The nester turned and ran toward the house. Dave tripped him and the nester crashed into the door. Dave stood a little ways off from him, unbuckling bis car tridge belt and holster, letting them fall to the ground. "Get UP and take a heatin’,” Dave said softly, kicking the guns out of reach. The nester rushed in, head down. Dave stepped aside and straightened him up with a loop ing left to the mouth. Dave let him walk into a straight right arm three times, then avoiding a low kick and flailing arms, he sank a body swing to the nester’s stomach, doubling the heavier man up. Dave ptood over him, breath ing heavily. “If you want any more, stand up,” Dave said. “Not me. That’s enough.” “Look what I got in the round up,’ Rosy’s voice said from the corner of the house. Dave turned and saw four men standing sullenly before Rosy, who had dismounted and made the rounds of the other shacks while Dave was fighting. "Get in the house,” Dave said. “I got some turkey to talk.” 'rhe beaten nester threw open the door. The house consisted oif one room, a double-decked hunk at one end, a stove and table at the other. Four ho'me-made chairs and a shelf comprised the rest of the furniture. “Sit .down,’' Dave ordered, standing in the middle of the room. "1 reckon you know why I’m here.” They .nodded. “I can run ;ou off this land right now and burn your shacks. I reckon vou know that.” “Sure.” one of the nesters, a small wirv man in middle age re plied. “.\11 right,” Dave answered. “I got a proposition to make. You and a flannel shirt. They reined up before him and WHTDOn . T0U .mm wtfli tta ' lor ttli Colntiio (hi yma TifawT 1m Dfnihri yoa tx ham m im- I fwol yon aiM raoeii^ ■7ft Dnig TlM worit body odor comM from P.O.— ptrtplrfttloB odor aa« dor tbo trmi. Take 1 mtaoto to o»6 Todora>-Dow, amailDt deodoraot eraam that work! llrocUj oa ondorarm axcroUoao. Noraiall/ $top$ odor 1 to I day*. Tbdora aloo rodoooo amount of poripiratloa. * Made wltboat tard^Todora lo ottor^ dif ferent from etlff, fralny paotea: (1) Bott^ amootb ao face cream. (I) Learoa no otlokp fllro on flnrort or uaderamo. (I) Loavoi M **lardy" om^ on elotbea. IdP—Oot U day—meaty hook !f not deUilftoi* i ThatNai?'?in? Backache YODORA • • DioDor i FREE! • • DIODOtANT CMAM > • 8«od eovoa (or trUl * ■iu to MOjCotMB t ■ KobblB*. • Conn. D«oC f.!. a VaiM. May ▼am of Dtoordered Kidney Action UodnHItwIthitfl SSClar-5tti& « expowJiSSrfjJ tS--thw»«>iayy «(tbt kMa«yb> Tt«r I reckon i bated to «edrft go-w waste. Bnt fitiin now on; Tvrlter, I’m payin' my debts. Ton'll get nothing from me hut work. My name's Ronrke.” "All right,” Dave said, grin ning. “Let It ride that way, Rourke. If there’s .'anything you need, and I can give it to you, come up to the bonse.’’ By lantern light—for It was past ten when they reached the ranch—Rosy rubbed down the horses, grained them and was forking some hay. The stable door swung open and Winters stood In the door way, his dark face scowling a- galnst the light. 'Oh, It’s you,” he said amiab ly, when he saw Rosy.. "Mind forking down some bay for my horse?” "Shre.” Rosy answered. Winters led the horse In, a big bay with a Roman nose, still breathing heavily, his sides wet with sweat. Rosy was about to speak, but held his tongue. If the hombre didn’t know enough to walk a horse after lathering him, then let him lose a couple of horsea In the process of finding out. “Look over the range today?’’ Winters asked. “Took that Jasper into town on his horse,” Rosy answered. “What did you find out?” “Name of Freeman. Used to work for Hammond.” Winters snorted, then smiled knowingly. “I don’t suppose Dave has told you what Hammond’s trying to do about the lake up here.’’ “He told me.” Rosy said. “We saw Hammond too.” “What did h“ say?” “He’s shootin’ on sight at next meetln’,’’ Rosy said dryly. A dim roll of thunder came to their ears. 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In a week and a half you can be ready to put in the crop. With plenty of water, we’ll get three crops this sum mer and a market for the hay with all the horses there are in these two fowrs and the mines. Suit vourself. Stick here and take a forty per cent share and work, or dear out—way out.’’ “You mean vou’re puttin’ wat er down here?” the middle-aged man asked. ‘That’s it.” The nester gave a brief glance at his companions. “T dunno about the rest of ’em, hut 1’ll‘stick and glad of it. Damn If caught in a severe lightning storm... in thick weather, it is often necessary for airplanes to “fly blind”... to depend on instruments rath er than vision and charted landmarks. Al most uncanny in their accuracy, such instru ments are nevertheless second choice’in the navigation of the air. H Shoppers who trot off down-town to stores without first consulting the advertisements of those same stores are likewise flying blind. And needlessly so. 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