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WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE’S ike JUm, f/diik COPYRIGHT WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE—WNU SERVICE SYNOPSIS Ruth Chiswick of L C ranch, obsessed by tear of danger to her outspoken father, Lee, tom a band of lawless rustlers headed by Sherm Howard, decides to save him by elop ing with young Lou Howard, Sherm's son, and comes to the town of Tati Holt to meet him. While In Yell Sanger's store, a crook nosed stranger enters, sizes up the situation, and when a drunken cowboy, Jim Pender, rides In and starts shooting, protects Ruth, while Lou Howard hides. Disgusted with Lou’s cowardice. Ruth calls oil the elope ment, and sends the stranger for her father at the gambling house across the street. There the stranger, calling himself Jeff Gray, meets Morgan Norris, a killer. Curly Connor, Kansas, Mile High. Sid Hunt, and other rustlers, and Sherm Howard. Lee Chiswick enters, with his foreman, Dan Brand, and tells Sherm Howard of his or ders to shoot rustlers at sight. Jeff Gray returns to Ruth and coldly reassures her of her father's safety. At supper, Ruth Intro duces Jeff to her father ann Brand, and In Sanger's store later she speaks cordially to Curly Connor. Coming out of the store, they are greeted by sudden gunplay. Lee Is wounded, and Jeff Gray appears with a smoking revolver. Two days later, Ruth tells her father of her projected elopement and her disillusionment. Later. Ruth meets Jeff Grav. whom she thinks tried to kill her father. When he tries to hold her bridle. Ku'h accidentally presses the trigger of her gun, and wounds Jelf. Shu takes him to Pal Sorlev's camp. Talking over the shoot ing with Sorlcy. Ruth Is credulous cf Jeff's story of shooting at the assassin rather than at her father, and later p’eads with Lee to listen to him When Lee arrives at Pat Sorlcy’s eanio, he finds only a note to Pat from Jeff Meanwhile, Jeff rides Into Tall Holt and sends word to Sherm Howaro he wants to see him. CHAPTER IV—Continued m He pulled on iiis boots end swiftly examined his revolver. That the weapon rested lightly in its holster so that there would be no hindrance to a quick draw he made sure. This invasion in force might or might not mean trouble. Curly had prob ably come with a chip on his shoul der. Norris was a killer of the worst kind. Cn the other hand. Sherman Howard had the reputation of doing his fighting by proxy. He might have brought Morg merely as a de fensive precaution. Jeff hoped, if they did not open up with a b'ast of guns, to talk them out of any thought of vengeance. It would not be easy new, not with Curly all hot to rub him out. In his thruat there t the pulse of excitement ♦hat always accom panied deadly danger. His fingers ♦-c.nbled. A knock on the door sounded. Gray's nervousness vanished in stantly. He said, "Come in.” his drawling voice cool as ice-water. CHAPTER V Their host maneuvered Norris to a rocking - chair, Howard to a straight-backed one. Curley he seat ed at the foot of the bed. Gray stood in a shadowy corner farthest from the window. He was giving himself the best chance possible. Of the three visitors, Norris was prob ably the most dangerous gunman, and a rocking-chair is not the most advantageous spot for swift and ac curate shooting. “A little crowded In here, gents,” Gray said lightly. "Hope you don’t mind sitting on the bed, Mr. Con nor. I'm short of chairs.” “Suits me,” Curly answered. Gray nodded, turned his attention to the big man. “I hated to trou ble you to come here, Mr. How ard,” he said apologetically, “but I have a busted leg that interferes with walking.” “I didn’t mind coming. I wasn’t busy.” Howard’s leaden opaque eyes never lifted from the stranger. "Just reached town and I thought I’d better see you,” Gray men tioned. Slumped in the chair, the gross weight of the man overflowing, How ard reminded Gray of a prize hog. Howard said nothing. He waited for the situation to develop. The man had a capacity for effective si lence. “Figuring I might want to stay around Tail Holt awhile,” Gray went on easily. “It’s a free country.” Howard's voice was suave. “For some folks,” Norris added with an insolent laugh. Gray smiled. "My idea, too, Mr. Norris. I want to find out if I'm one of those folks.” “Last time I saw you that roan was foggin’ it outa town fast,” Nor ris taunted. “You looked like you had hurry-up business anywhere but here, Mr. Gray, if that’s what you call yoreself.” "I changed my mind,” Gray said. “Why?” Howard asked bluntly. "Got a busted leg. Shot up the other day.” "In front of the Golden Nugget?” Norris inquired, suspicion in his cold gray eyes. “No. Out on the L C range.” “While you were gunning for Lee,” Curly charged. “No.” “That so?” Norris snarled. “Who did it? How come you out there?” “Talk fast, fellow,” Curly ordered harshly. “Miss Ruth Chiswick did it.” Gray did not look at Curly. His stone ttfcll gaze was on the killer Norris. “2 was there on personal business et jay own.” Curly ripped out an angry oath. "If you hurt Miss Ruth—" Smoothly Howard interrupted. "Let us hear the story, Curly. Mr. Gray sent for us to tell it, don’t you reckon?” "Go ahead, Sorreltop.” Norris laughed derisively. "We’ll believe every word you say.” Gray told the story of his adven tures in the L C territory, with careful editorial elisions. They heard it to a finish. “That Chiswick girl is a tough proposition,” Howard said, shaking his head gravely. "She’ll come to a bad end, like enough." “Nothing of the kind,” retorted Curly hotly. “She’s a mighty nice little lady.” "Some hot-tempered, but with the making of e fine woman in her,” Gray concurred. “She’s sure a wampas cat,” Nor ris cut in, his slurred voice a sneer. "Leave the girl out of this,” Curly snapped. "Mr. Norris only meant she is a little lively,” Gray explained. "I can tell him what I meant, fellow, without any help from you,” Norris blustered. “And I didn’t bring her name into it. She was in the fairy tale this bird has been giving us.” Ignoring Norris, the crook-nosed man spoke to Howard. “I don’t claim to be so law-abiding myself. Maybe I left some p'ace in a hurry. Maybe I didn’t. Thought it wasn’t good manners to ask a stranger ebcut his past." "You can’t catch a mule without an ear of corn, Mr. Gray,” the big “No objections to you staying here, Mr. Gray.” man said. “If I get you right, you are asking our help. Before we give it we have a right to know all about you.” "Fine, for you,” the cornered man replied. “But how about me? How do I know some fox won’t write a letter and have me dragged back to—to some place I don’t want to go?” Howard looked affronted. “If a man throws in with us, we don’t betray him.” "Is that a promise?” Gray asked, looking to the others for confirma tion. "Y’betcha, if we’re satisfied with yore story,” Curly said. "If,” Norris accented, with an ug ly laugh. Reluctantly Gray drew from his pocket the poster. Still slumped in his chair, the big-shouldered fat man read it carefully. “So you’re Clint Doke,” he said. Gray did not admit this in words. "Draw yore own conclusions,” he told Howard. “Lemme have a look at it,” Curly said impatiently. He read aloud: "Height five foot ten, age twenty nine, weight about 158 pounds, crook nose, light red hair, gray eyes, scar on back of left hand. Will probably fight desperately before being tak en." Curly lifted his eyes and grinned at Gray. “Certainly reads like it might be you, unless you’ve got a twin brother the spittin’ image of you, even to the scar on yore hand.” Norris reached for the poster. “The picture is sure ugly as galva nized sin,” he sneered. "But it looks a heap like this guy, I’ll say that. I knew all the time he was from Texas.” "Says you and these three other fellows are wanted for robbing the Texas and Southern Flyer,” Curly mentioned. "Where are the other guys?" “On the dodge, down in the Texas brush country.” "How come you not to stay there?" “The Rangers were after me spe cial,” Gray explained. “I figured I had better light out.” Norris looked at the poster, his lip curled. "Mr. Doke ia real im portant in Texas. Arizona sure ought to give him the glad hand.” ‘‘The name is Gray in Arizona,” corrected the crook-nosed man. ‘‘Worth two thousand on the hoof —or as meat, I reckon—down San tone way,” Norris continued. ‘‘The other guys who helped rob the train only rate at five hundred apiece. But Mr. Doke—he’s an honest-to God Jesse James.” Gray ignored the jeer. "Like to correct you on one point, Mr. Nor ris. Two thousand on the hoof. Not a cent if shipped down in a coffin.” He thought it just as well to stress this, to avoid being shot in the back. "That’s right,” Norris assented. ‘‘I didn’t read it careful. Well, Mr. Doke— Gray, I mean—it’s a pleasure to meet up with a famous mar. like you.” “This is private information,” the fugitive said. “I don’t expect the word passed around among yore friends. I’m lying low for a while, you understand.” “It still isn't clear to me what you were doing in the Sweet Spring valley,” Curly insisted. "Or why you wanted to kill Lee Chiswick ” Gray smiled. “I was in the Sweet Spring valley because I had to get l out of Tail Holt in a hurry on ac count of Curly Connor making a target out of me,” he told the black haired man cheerfully. “Me, I was going somewhere in a hurry, and I happened to land in the L C coun try. About yore other question—I never have wanted to kill Chis wick,” “You just shot at him for prac tice,” Curly suggested. “I didn’t shoot at him.” Gray let his cold eyes rest cn Norris. “I reckon that’s not information to yore friends.” “Meaning me? asked Norris, his eyes slitted. “Mraniiig only that this has been talked over among you. Someone took a crack at Chiswick. Whoever it was, I could just see his figure in the alley, and I ripped loose at him.” “Why?” asked Howard. “Had you any chips in the game?” “I’ve asked myself why often enough since,” Gray replied, shak ing his head. “Damfino why. Nary chip, Mr. Howard. But I had just been eating supper with him as his guest, and I reckon my notion must have been to see he got a fair break.” “But that isn’t yore notion any longer, Mr. Gray?” Howard queried lightly. “I’m not drawing a pay-check to be his bodyguard,” Gray drawled. “Is it straight goods what he says, Sherm?” Curly demanded. “I reckon so, Curly. One of the boys got impatient and cut loose at Chiswick.” “Who?” “I don’t know who. I’m telling you only what I’ve heard.” "All right,” Norris said. “This busted leg of his. Do we have to take it on faith?” “It needs some attention,” the wounded man replied. “Is there a doc in town?” “No, doc, but Sherm here is al most as good.” “Fine. Would you mind looking at it, Mr. Howard?” Gray asked. Howard examined, washed, and dressed the wound. There could be no doubt it was authentic. After he had finished taking care of it, the fat man gave a decision. “No objection to your staying here, Mr. Gray. This community doesn’t aim to be hard on a man in trouble. Of course, if Lee Chiswick finds out you are here, as he is lia ble to do, it will be up to you to look out for yourself.” Gray said he would try to do that. Tony Flores, one of the vaqueros, rode in to the big house with word that there had been another raid on L C stock. “How do you know?" Lee Chis wick demanded, “Ran across the tracks of a bunch being driven up Box canyon," the Mexican said. “New tracks?” “I’d say not more than a day old, senor.” “Sure they were driven—that they weren’t strays?” asked Dan Brand. Tony explained that five or six shod horses had followed the cattle. “Too late to catch the thieves or pick up the stolen stock,” Brand mourned. “Maybe not.” Lee gave curt or ders. “Arm yourselves, boys. We’il take off after them. Ruth, help Frank rustle grub for us—enough for two-three days. Bob, get Pat Soriey and Buck Conrad. Cut across and meet us p.t the mouth of Box canyon. Tell them to bring rifles aa well as six-guns. Be there inside of an hour.” Ruth gathered all the food she had cooked, had Nelly grind two packages of coffee, chose a side of bacon, added flour and corn meal, as well as salt, pepper, and sugar. The food she put in gunnysacks. Her brother roped a pack-horse and put on a crossbuck. With a lash rope he threw n diamond hitch expertly over the supplies. “Bring your dickers,” the boss snapped. “No war-sacks. We're traveling light. You won’t be sitting on your spurs any this trip. Got to hot-foot it over a cold trail.” At the entrance ic Box canyon Lee found Sorley, Conrad, and his son Bob waiting for them. Sorley was sniffing over the ground like a dog looking for a ?cent. The old man was an expert trailer. He had been a scout in the army during the Geronimo camnaisns. Toe cattleman turned his horse over to Frank and strode forward to join Pat. “What d’you find?” he asked, “About half a dozen of ’em with a bunch of young stuff traveling lickety-split," Sorley said. “They’re in one hell of a hurry. Here’s a big long-stepping horse with outsize shoes. This one has a broken hoof. You’ll be pleased to know, Lee, that the lying scut who calls himself Jeff Gray is with them. Must have rid den right over from '.he line-camp.” “Sure?” “Unless he has loaned his roan to someone else. I made it my busi ness to take particular notice of that animal while he was at the line camp. The blacksmith who shod that roan was either short of time or nails. There’s a nail shy in the shoe on the left front hoof. Take a look at this track.” Lee Chiswick studied the foot mark. • were 11 is again, wegorry, m swear to that on a stack of Bibles.. Gray’s roan made it ” “Hmp! We’ve got him at last so he can’t lie out of it. He's one of the Tail Holt rustling gang.” Chis wick’s salient jaw set. "I knew he was a bad hombr# first minute I clapped eyes on him, Brand said. Lee drew Frank to one side. “Son, we’re following a cold trail. Look at those clouds. It’s going to rain tonight, and all tracks will be blot ted out. Might as well hunt a nee dle in a haystack as these scoun drels. I want you to go to Tail Holt and keep your eyes open. There will be a lot of whispered talk among the rustlers there, but you won’t hear any of that. What I'd like to know is who is in town and who isn’t. Find out who has been away. Notice who drops in. If two or three come together, check up on that. I’m pretty sure Sherm How ard is back of these raids on our stock, though of course he doesn’t do any night-riding himself.” (TO BE CONT1NVED) Early Roman Writers Classified Their Dogs as Watch, Sheep, Hunting Breeds Without doubt one of the earliest ' uses of a dog was to help herd the stock of his master. Early refer ences to dogs confirm this. When you examine the works of Roman writers, observes an authority in the Chicago Tribune, you find that they divided dogs into three classi fications, watchdogs, sheep dogs, and hunting dogs. It is quite likely that the conquering Romans brought these dogs into England. 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