Thursday, Aueust 3. 1939
INTO THE
SUNSET
V
SEVENTH INSTALLMENT
Synopsis
Barry Haveril leaves his
Texas home to see the country,
meets a man who has just been
shot who turns out to be a cou
sin of his, Jesse Conroy. When
they part, Barry leaves for
home and comes across the
murdered body of his brother,
Robert. Barry starts searching
for the murderer and is be
friended by Judge Blue and his
daughter, Lucy. Judge Blue
tells him that a gun Jesse gave
him is the gun of a murderer
known as the Laredo Kid. The
Judge invites Barry up to visit
him and th«ro Barry meets
Jesse. He accuses Jesse of kill
in? his brother and of being
the Laredo Kid. Judge Blue
comes up from behind, knocks
Barry unconscious. Barry es
capes, however, and meets an
old man named Timberline,
who also is gunning for the
Laredo Kid. Barry finally goes
to Red Rock where, going
through a valley, he sees three
men attempting to capture a
beautiful girl. Barry rescues
her and finds she is Lucy Blue.
At the house he meets a man
called Tom Haveril whom he
suspects may be his cousin
Jesse. He accuses him of it
but proves nothing and is him
self accused of being the La
redo Kid. Barry says his sis
ter Lucy, in town, whom they
all know, will identify him.
They stop in a barroom in
town and several of those pres
ent start to go to see his sister.
"She isn't at the lunch counter
right now," said Barry.
The Judge looked astonished.
"No? That's funny; she's always
there this time of night; I usual
ly run in, pretending it's coffee
I want when I'm in town. Where
is she?"
"I don't know," said Barry.
Then he let his hand down to his
side, close to his gun. For it
flashed on him that he was in
some sort of trap.
The Judge looked at him a mo
ment, then downed his drink
without a word. He moved as
though to leave the room, turning
his back on Barry. Barry, grown
watchful, noted that every man
in the room was looking his way.
The Judge's voice boomed out
sonorously:
Watch him, boys! It's my bet
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and it's Tom Haveril's that he's
the Laredo Kid! Don't kill him
unless you have to—but don't let
him get away!"
Barry sprang back, to get the
wall behind him, and snapped his
gun out of its holster. But as
he did so he saw the lamplight
glisten on some two score other
guns, and every unwavering bar
rel was turned upon him.
"Go slow, Laredo, if that's who
you are!" called the Judge, res
onant and commanding. "Make a
wrong move and you're dead
forty times! Steady does it, and
you've got a chance."
Barry did not stir.
"You boys can get me if you
want to," he said steadily, "but
I'm betting drinks for the crowd
that I'll get two of you. and
that's twice as many as you'll get
of me—and those two will be the
Judge and the man who says he's
Tom Haveril."
"If you're the Laredo Kid,"
said the Judge sternly, "you
won't last until morning. If
ynu'fp Barry Haveril. no one's
going to lift a hand against you."
Barry said drily: "I don't
hanker to peg out tonight. You
see, boys, I've got a couple of jobs
I'd like first to finish. One is to
nail a certain hombre's hide to
my barn door—and I haven't any
barn yet!— Now keep inside your
shirts! I'll have the bam and a
few other things when I get
through with my second job:
that's to develop a gold mine
that's been waiting for me more
than two years."
"You're doing a lot of talking,"
said the Judge.
Barry said, and not even the
elegant Tom Haveril was ever
more drawling: "Give me a fair
trial, with every one of these men
in on it, and I'm with you."
A young fellow, big and blond,
came shouldering forward.
"He's right and he's playing his
hand straight out," he announced
in a deep bass voice. "Until we
find out the rights of it, I'm
chipping in on his side."
"Better go slow, Ken," said Tom
Haveril, speaking up for the first
time. Barry didn't fail to catch
the name. This blond young
giant might be Ken March, the
new partner whom old Timber
was taking on.
"Why should I go slow, Tom?"
demanded Ken March. "I've al
ready said I like the way this
lone wolf plays his hand. Then,"
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and a slow, good-humored grin
played across his heavy features,
"there's something else. You
heard him say he's got his pick
into a mine? ' Well. I believe it,
and what's more, maybe he and
I are pardners!" He turned to
Barry. "You're the fellow Tim
berline told me about?"
"That's so," nodded Barry.
"You haven't asked me to chip
in," said March, "and from the
look of you, you're not given to
yelling for help. Just the same it
seems you're a stranger here—
and I'd be glad to line up along
side the Judge in seeing you get
a square deal."
Instantly Barry made up his
mind. He grinned back at
March.
"Thanks pardner," was all
that he said.
Then he recklessly played a
high card, win or lose. He sud
denly shoved his gun back into
its holster, ignored the many
guns trained on him and stepped
to the bar. Prom his pocket he
jerked the small buckskin bag
containing the maior Dart of his
golden gleanings of two years
ago; he poured the little dully
gleaming heap out on the bar.
"There's more where that came
from, boys," he called out cheer
ily. "No reason we should all go
dry: step up; it's on me."
Thus he strove to center their
interest on his gold, knowing well
enough that in any case a few
hours would spread talk of it. But
Tom Haveril, still leaning lazily
against the bar, was single-pur
posed. He said:
"A while ago you said you had
a sister her, Lucy Blount, and
that she could settle this."
"Why, so she can!" cried Bar
ry.
"Bueno," nodded Tom Haveril.
He glanced about the room.
"Suppose a committee of you
boys goes and puts it up to her?
I reckon we'll take her word."
Ken March looked at Barry,
and Barry nodded. But he had
tc add: "The only trouble is that
I don't know where she is. She
doesn't seem to be anywhere in
town."
Another man spoke up sharp
ly. "I seen her just a little while
ago, when it was hardly more'n
dark. She was ridin' out of
town. A couple o' boys was with
her. One of 'em was Dick Longo,
that Johnny-come-lately that's
been ridin' with Sarboe."
Sarboe! The name rang bells
in Barry's brain, and thoughts
clicked away like mad. Tom
Haveril had tacitly accused Bar
ry of setting those wolves on
Lucy; if Tom Haveril were La
redo, what more likely than that
he himself had been at the bot
tom of the thing? What next?
Tom Haveril —Laredo—had heard
Barry say that Lucy Blount was
the one person here who could
identify him!
"This fool trial is postponed,"
Barry shouted aloud. "If you
want me I won't be hard to find.
If you think you can stop me
now, try it! I'm on my way to
find Lucy Blount!"
For once in his life Judge Blue
was uncertain. He started to
speak, then held his peace. A
swift glance passed between him
and Tom Haveril; the younger
man permitted a shadowy smile
to touch his lips, then shrugged.
Barry went straight to his
horse. "A man gets where he's
going all the faster when he rides
alone," he grunted to himself, but
was nonetheless piqued at
March's loss.
Barry rode slowly, striking into
the North Road.
He came to the first clearly de
fined off-shooting trail, all but
passing it in the dark.
He had scarcely sat there pon
dering five minutes when he
heard a furious pounding of
hoofs, and a rider came racing
out of Red Rock.
"Now, who the devil's that?"
he wondered.
The one way to find out was
to follow. Barry dipped his spurs
and sped after him.
He forced his horse at a run up
a steep hill, came for a moment
into a clear space among the
pines and of a sudden saw a
light ahead.
It was but a dim yellowish
glow, and he lost it almost as
soon as he saw it, but he knew it
for the window of a cabin lighted
by a lamp or candle. He saw the
man scurry across a little clear
ing, heard startled voices, a rap
ping at the door and voices again,
sharper now.
The answering voice gave Bar
ry Haveril a distinct start. Why,
this was not Tom Haveril at all!
It was the booming voice of Ken
March saying commandingly:
"Open up, Longo!"
And then, when he was almost
at the door himself, he heard a
roar of rage—that was Ken
March's thunderous voice for
none to mistake! —and after that
inarticulate roar there came the
crash of pistol shot*.
Barry hit the ground running
and burst into the room, gun in
hand. He saw in that one photo
grahphlc instant a place of feeble
light festooned in r owder smoke,
with Ken MarcV against one
wall, firing as f; At as he could
pull trigger, with two men he
recognized from yesterday on the
trail, Longo and Pennel no doubt,
against another wall, pumping
hot lead at March—with Sarboe
on a bunk, propped up, blazing
away at March with Lucy
crouching in a corner.
"I'm with you. Ken!" roared
Barry, and cut down on both
Pennel and Longo.
With five men fighting in a
room not above fifteen feet
square, the thing was of necessity
over almost as soon as it started.
Barry was the slightest wounded,
taking a bullet grazingly along
his outer thigh while a second
carried his hat off his head.
Lucy, shaking pitifully and as
white as death, her eyes enorm
ous with horror, stood staring up
and swayed a little and at first
could not speak. Then she cried
chokingly, "Barry!" And then
she ran and went down on her
knees over Ken March, and put
her arms about him, calling des
perately, "Oh, Ken! Dear, dear
Ken! Look at me, Ken!"
"Ken's going to be all right,
Lucy," he said. "He's too good a
man for these polecats to kill."
They were still trying to find
all of Ken March's wounds, to see
which were the worst, when
again a rattle of hoof beats rang
out.
They were Red Rock men who
had followed Ken March when
with sudden inspiration he had
stormed out of the saloon, calling
back to them where he was go
ing. At their fore rode Judge
Blue and Tom Haveril.
"What's going on here?" de
manded the Judge, peering at
Barry through the dark. "What's
happened?"
"A good deal has happened.
We've got Lucy back, but I'm
afraid Ken is pretty bad hurt."
By this time Ken March was
propped up against the wall, and
i Lucy's young arms weie support
ing him. He tried to tell what
had happened; Lucy finished the
tale for him. She said Pennel
and Longo had tricked her out
of town, making her think that
Ken March had been shot.
Men looked at one another,
then at the three who had fought
it out with Barry and Ken
March.
Someone called from just out
side, near a corner of the cabin:
"Here's a good tree. We want
another rope."
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Longo was dead, yet they
hanged him up by the neck just
the same. Pennel was dying,
fast, too, yet he kicked his life
out alongside Dick Longo's limp,
gently swaying body. As for Sar
boe, as they dragged him, he fell
to screaming with terror, begging
for his life.
Barry watched Sarboe's face,
hung on his words as men drag
ged him out to the tree.
Sarboe screamed: "Save me!
You save me, Tom!"
Tom Haveril struck him in the
face. But Sarboe screamed the
louder and a new note got into
his voice, like the snarl of a coy
ote, and Barry heard his words
bubbling out:
"I'll talk! I'll tell—"
Barry leaped forward, shout
ing: "Let Sarboe talk! Give him
a show to tell what he knows.
There's somebody else in this—"
A man dropped a noose over
Sarboe's head; it was Tom Hav
eril's hand that jerked it tight,
stopping short Sarboe's words
and his breath along with them.
"Looks to me like you were in
an almighty hurry to shut Sar
boe's mouth," said Barry hotly.
Men took their departure. Last
to go was Barry Haveril.
The cabin was dark; someone
had taken the trouble to blow
out the light.
With scant hope of finding
anything, Barry began ransack
ing the place. He stared at the
two benches. "Just alike. One's
nailed to the wall, the other free.
Why?"
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