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THE VALLEY of the GIANTS By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cappy Ricks"
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CHAPTER XlV—Continued.
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* For the space of a minute the mayor
weighed bis son's future as.a corpora
tion attorney against his own future
as mayor of Sequoia—and Hehry lost
"It might be arranged, "Colonel," be
murmured in a low voice—the voice of
shame.
"It Is already arranged," the Colonel
replied cheerfully." "Leave your jit at
the front gate anddrlv* home in Shir
ley's car. I'll arrange matters with
her." He laughed shortly. "It means,
of course, that TU have, to telegraph
to San Francisco tomorrow and buy
ber a later model. Thank goodness,
she has a birthday tomorrow! Have a
Crash cigar, mayor."
QMonel Pennington had little diffi
culty in explaining the deal to Shirley,
who was sleepy and not at all Inter
ested. The Poundstones had bored her
to extinction, and upon ber uncle's as
' surance that she would have a new car
within a week, she thanked him and
for the first time retired without offer
ing her cheek for his good-night kiss.
Shortly thereafter the Colonel sought
bis own virtuous couch and prepared
to surrender himself to the first good
sleep In three weeks. He laid the flat
»• tering unction to his soul that Bryce
Cardigan had dealt-him a poor hand
from a marked deck %nd he had played
It exceedingly, well. "Lucky I blocked
the young beggar from getting those
rails out of the Laurel Creek spur," he
mused, "or he'd havfe had his Jump
crossing in overnight—and then where
the devil would I have been? Dp Salt
creek without a paddle—and all the
courts In Christendom would avail me
nothing."
He was dozing off, when a sound
amote' upon his ears. Instantly he was
wide awake, listening intently, his
head cocked on one side. The sound
grew loujjer; evidently it waß ap
proaching Sequoia—and with a bound
the Colonel sat up In bed, trembling
tn every limb.
Suddenly, out of the deep, rumbling
diapason he heard a sharp click —then
another and another. He counted
them—six in all.
"A locomotive and two flat cars I" he
murmured. "And they just passed over
the switch leading from the main-line
tracks out to my log dump. That
means the train is going down Water
street to 'the switch into Cardigan's
yard. By George, they've outwitted
meT '
With the agility of a boy he sprang
lnlo his clothes, raced downstairs, and
leaped into Mayor Poundstone's Jitney,
standing in the darkness at the front
gate.
CHAPTER XV. '
The success of Bryce Cardigan's
plan for getting his rails down from
Laurel creek depended entirely upon
the whimsy which might seize the crew
of the big mogul that hauled the last
load of logs out of Cardigan's red
woods on Thursday afternoon. Should
the engineer and fireman decide to
leave the locomotive at the logging
camp for the night, Bryce's task would
be as simple as turning a hose down a
squirrel hole. On the other hand,
should they run back to Sequoia with
the engine, he and Ogilvy faced the al
ternative of "borrowing" it from the
Laguna Grande Lumber company's
roundhouse; .and that operation, in
▼lew of the fact that Pennington's night
watchman would be certain to hear the
•nglne leaving, offered difficulties.
Throughout the afternoon, after
having sent his orders in writing to
the woods-boss, via George Sea Otter
(for he dared not trust to the tele
phone), he waited In his office for a
telephone call from the logging camp
as to what action the engine crew had
taken. Finally, at a quarter of six,
Curtis, bis woods-boss, rang In.
"They're staying here all night, sir,"
be reported, y
"House them as tar froth the log
landing as possible, and organise a
poker game to keep them busy In case
they don't go to bed before eight
o'clock," Bryce ordered. "In the mean
time, send a roan you can trust —Jim
Harding, Vho runs the big bull-donkey,
will do—down to the locomotive to
keep steam up until I arrive."
He bad scarcely hung up, when
Buck Ogilvy came into the office.'
"Well?" he queried casually.
"Safe-o, Buck!" replied Bryce.
"Nothing, to do but get a bite of din
ner and proceed to business."
Buck insisted on keeping an engage
ment to dine with Moira, and Bryce
agreed to call for him at the Bon
Gusto restaurant Then Bryce went
home to dine with his father. Old
Cardigan was happier than his son
bad seen bim since the return of the
latter to Sequoia.
"Well, sonny, rve had a mighty
pleasant afternoon," he declared as
Bryce led blm to the dinner table.
*Tve been up to the Valley of the
Giants."
Bryce was amazed. "Why, how
* could your' he demanded. "The old
Skid road is impassable. «pd after you
Isav* the end of the skid road, the
traß in to mother's frave is so o\-«r-
I djpbt if a rabbit could get through
It comfortably."
"Not a bit of If' the old man re
plied. "Somebody has gone to work
and planked that old skid road and
put up a band rail on each side,
while the trail through the Giants has
been grubbed out and smoothed over.
All that old logging cable I abandoned
in those chopping* has been strung
from tree to tree alongside the path
on both sides. I can go np there alone
now, once George sets me on the old
skid road; I can't get lost."
"How did you discover this?" Bryce
demanded.
"Judge Moore, representing the new
owner, called round this morning and
took me in tow. He said his client
knew the property held for roe a cer
tain sentimental value which wasn't
transferred In the deed t and so the
Judge had been instructed to have the
skid road planked and the forest trail
grubbed out —for roe. It appears that
the valley is going to be a public
park, after all, but for the present and
while I live, It is my private parte."
"This is perfectly amazing, partner."
"It's mighty comforting," his father
admitted. "Guess the new owner must
be one of my old friends —perhaps
somebody I did a favor for once
—and this is his way of repaying. I'd
like to know the name of the owner.
I'd like mighty well to say thank you
to him. It Isn't usual for people now
adays to have as much respect for
sentiment In an old duffer like me as
the fellow has. He sort of makes me
feel as if I hadn't sold at all."
Buck Ogilvy came out of the Bon
Gusto restaurant with Moira, Just as
Bryce, with George Sea Otter at the
wheel of the Napier, drove up to the
curb* They left Moira a,t her board
ing house, and rolled noiselessly away.
At nine o'clock they arrived at
Cardigan's log landing and found Jim
Harding, tbe bull-donkey engineer,
placidly smoking his pipe in the cab.
Bryce hailed him.
"That you, Jim?"
"You bet"
"Run up to Jabe Curtis' shanty and
tell him we're here. Have him gather
his gang and bring two pairs of
overalls and two jumpers—large size
—with him when he-comes."
Presently the woods-boss, accom
panied by thirty of his best men, name
down to the log landing. At Bryce's
order they clambered aboard the en
gine and tender, hanging on the steps,
on the roof of the cab, on the cow
catcher—anywhere they could find a
toe-hold. Buck Ogilvy cut off the air;
and the locomotive and tender began
/to glide slowly down the almost Im
perceptible grade. With a slight click
it cleared the switch and slid out onto
the Cardigan lateral, swiftly gather
ing speed. A quarter of a mile down
the line Buck Ogilvy applied the
brakes and eased her down to twenty
miles per hour.
At the Junction with the main line
Buck backed* briskly up into the
Lagunda Grande woods, and coupled
to the two loaded flat cars. ' The
woods gang scrambled aboard the
Burveyed Pennington Calmly.
flats, and tbe train pulled out for Se
quoia. Forty minutes later they rum
bled down Water street and slid to a
grinding halt at the intersection of B
Street. -
From the darkness of Cardigan's
drying yard, where they had been
waiting, twenty picked men of the
mill crew now emerged, bearing lan
terns and tools. Dnder Bock Ogllvy's
direction the dirt promptly began to
fly, while the wpods crew unloaded tbe
ralla and plica them close to the side
wslk. C
Suddenly a voice, harsh and strident
with passion, rose above the thud of
tbe picks and tbe clang of metal.'
"Who's in charge here, and what la
Ma*ea do you mean by cutting my
Stan* la ttMM to behold Col.
__
Seth Pennington leap from an auto
mobile and advance upon Buck' Ogilvy.
Ogilvy held a lantern up to the Colo
nel's face and surveyed Pennington
calmly. 
"Colonel," he began with exasperat
ing politeness, "I presume you are
Colonel Pennington —my name Is
Buchanan P. Ogilvy, and I am In
charge of these operations. I am the
vice president and general manager of
the N. C. 0., and I am engaged In the
blithe task of making a Jump crossing
of your rails. Rave a cigar." And he
thrust a perfecto under the Colonel's
nose. Pennington struck it to the
ground, and on the instant, half a
dozen rough rascals emptied their
shovels over him. He was deluged
with dirt *
' "Stand back, Colonel, stand back. If
you please. You're in the way of the
shovelers," Buck Ogilvy warned him
soothingly.
Bryce Cardigan came over, and at
sight of him Pennington choked with
fury. "Ton—you—" he sputtered, un
able to say more.
"I'm the N. C. 0.," Bryce repHjeg.
"Nice little Action that of yours about
the switch-engine being laid up In the
shops and the Laurel creek bridge be
ing unsafe for this big mogul." He
looked Pennington over with frank ad
miration. "You're certainly .on the
Job, Colonel. Til say that much for
you."
"You've stolen my engine," Penning
ton almost screamed. 'Til have the
law on you for grand larceny."
"Tut-tut! You don't know who
stole your euglne. For all you know,
your own engine crew may have run
It down here."
"11l attend to you, sir," Pennlngtori
replied, and he turned to enter Mayor
Poundstone's little flivver.
tonight at least" Bryce re
torted gently. "Having gone this far,
I would be a poor general to permit
you to escape now with the news of
your discovery. You'd be down here
in an hour with a couple of hundred
members of your mill crew and give
os the rush. You will oblige me, Colo
nel Pennington, by remaining exactly
where you are until I give you permis
sion to depart"
"And if I refuse—"
"Then I shall manhandle you, truss
you up like a fowl in the tonneau of
your car, and gag you."
To Bryce's infinite surprise the Colo
nel smiled. "Oh, very well!" he re
plied. "I guess you've got the bulge
on me, young man. Do you mind If I
sit in the warm cab of my own en
gine? I cauae away In such a hurry
I quite forgot my overcoat"
"Not at all. I'll sit up there and
keep you company."
Half an hour passed. An automo
bile came slowly up Water street and
paused half a block away, Evidently
reconnolterlng the situation. Instant
ly the Colonel thrust bis head out the
cab window.
"Sexton I" he shouted. "Cardigan's
cutting In a crossing. He's holding
me here against my will. Get the mill
crew together and phone for Rondeau
and his woods-crew. Send the switch
engine and a couple of flats up for
them. Phone Poundstone. Tell him
to have the chief of police—"
Bryce Cardigan's great hand closed
over the Colonel's neck, while down
Water street a dark streak that was
Buck Ogilvy sped toward the automo
bile, intending to climb in and make
Pennington's manager a prisoner also.
He was too late, however. Sexton
swung his car and departed at full
speed down Water street, leaving the
disappointed Buck to return panting
to the scene of operations.
Bryce Cardigan released his hold on
Pennington's neck. "You win, Colo
nel," he announced. "No good can
,come of holding you here any longer.
Into your car and on your way."
"Thank you, young man," the Colo
nel answered, and there was a metal
lic ring In 'his voice. He looked at
his watch In the glare of a torch.
"Plenty of time," he murmured. "Cur
few shall not ring tonight." Quite
deliberately he climbed Into the
mayor's late sonrce of woe and
breezed away. „v-
Colonel Pennington did not at once
return to his home, however, instead
he drove up to tbe business center of
the town. The streets were deserted,
but one saloon—the Sawdust Pile —
was stlll open.
Pennington strode through the bar
and Into the back room, where a num
ber of poker games were in progress.
For a moment he stood, his cold,
ophidian glance circling the. room un
til it came to rest on no less a per
sonage than the Black Minorca, an
individual with whom the reader has
already had some slight acquaintance.
It will be recalled that the. Black
Minorca led the futile rush against
Bryce Cardigan that day In Penning
ton's woods.
The Colonel approached the table
where the Black Minorca sat thumb
ing the edges of his cards, and
touched rbe cholo on the shoulder.
Tbe Black Minorca turned, and Pen
nington sodded to bim to follow;
whereupon tbe latter cashed in bis
chips and Joined bis employer on the
■MmOu am ft
THE ALAMANCE GLEANER, GRAHAM, N. 0.
sation ensued, and at Its conclusion
the Black Minorca nodded vigorously.
"Sure 1" he assured the Colonel. Til
*x 'em good and plenty."
Together Pennington and the Black
Minorca entered the automobile and
proceeded swiftly to the Laguna
Grande Lumber company's mill office.
From a locker the Colonel produced a
repeating rifle and three boxes of
cartridges, which he handed to the
cholo, who departed without further
ado Into the night.
Twenty minutes later, from the top
of a lumber pile In Cardigan's drvtng
Bryoe Cardigan Baw the Flash of a
Rifle.
yard, Bry* Cardigan saw the flash of
a rifle and felt a sudden sting on his
left To rearm. He leaped around In
front of the cowcatcher to gain the
shelter of the engine, and another bul
let struck at his feet and ricocheted
off Into the night It was followed by
a fusillade, the bullets kicking np the
freshly disturbed earth among the
workers and sending them scurrying
to various points of safety. In an In
stant the crossing was deserted, and
work had been stopped, while from
the top of the adjacent lumber pile
the Black Minorca poured a stream of
lead and fllthy Invective at every point
which he suspected of harboring a
Cardigan follower.
"I'd like to plug him," Buck mur
fhured.
"What would be the use? This will
be his last night In Humboldt coun
ty—"
A rifle shot rang out from the side
of B street; from the lumber pile
across the street, Bryce and Ogilvy
heard a suppressed grunt of pain, and
a crash as of a breaking board. In
stantly out of the shadows George
Sea Otter came padding on velvet
feet, rifle In hand—and then Bryce
understood.
"All right, boss," said George sim
ply as he joined Bryce and Ogilvy un
der the lee of the locomotive. "Now
we get busy again."
"Safe-o, men," Ogilvy called. "Back
to the Job." And whlfe Bryce, fol
lowed by the careless George Sea Ot
ter, went Into the lumber yard to suc
cor the enemy. Ogilvy set an example
to the men by stepping into the open
and starting briskly to work with a
shovel.
At the bottom of the pile of lumber
the Black Minorca was discovered with
a severe flesh wound in his right hip;
alscvhe was suffering from numerous
bruises and contusions. George Sea
Otter possessed himself of , the fallen
cholo's rifle, while Bryce picked the
wretch up and carried him to his auto
mobile.
"Take the swine over to the Laguna
Grande Lumber company's hospital
and tell them to patch him up," he or
dered George Sea Otter. "I'll keep both
rifles and' the ammunition here for
Jules Rondeau and his woods gang.
They'll probably be dropping In on us
übout 2 a. m., If I know anything about
Colonel Pennington's way of doing
things."
• • • • • • •
Having dispatched the Black Minor
ca to hold up the work until the ar
rival of re-enforcements. Colonel Pen
nington fairly burned the streets en
route to his home. He was desirous of
getting into a heavy ulster before ven
turing forth again Into the night air.
The violent slam with which he
closed the front door after him brought
Shirley, In dressing gown and slippers,
to the staircase.
"Uncle Beth!" she called. "What's
the matterT*
"There's the devil to pay," he an
swered. "That fellow Cardigan Is back
of the N. C. 0., after nil, and he and
Ogilvy have a gnng of fifty men down
at the Intersection of Water and B
streets, cutting In a Jump-crossing of
our line."
He dashed Into the living room, and
she heard him calling frantically Into
the telephone.
i "At last!" she murmured, and crest
down the stairs, pausing behind tha
heavy portieres at the entrance to the
living room.
"That you, PoundstoneT" she heard
him saying rapidly Into the transmit
ter. "Pennington sneaking. Young
Bryce Cardigan Is behind that N. C. O.
outfit, and It's a logging road and not
Intended to build through to Grant's
Pass at all. Cardigan and Ogilvy are
at Water and B streets this very In
stant with a gang of fifty men cutting
In % Jump-crossing of my line, curse
them 1 They'll have It In by six o'clock
tomorrow morning If something Isn't
done —and once they get it In, the fatfa
in the fire.
"Telephone the chief of police and
order him to take his entire force
down there. If necessary, and stop that
work. To biases with that temporary
franchise! You stop that work for
two hours, and PU do the rest. Tell
the chief of police not to recognise
that temporary franchise. He can be
suspicious of It, can't he, and refuse to
let the work go on until be finds outt
And you can be hard to find for two
hours, can you not? Delay, delay, man!
That's all I want. . . . Yes, yes, I
understand. You get down about day
light and roast, the chief of police for
Interfering, but In the meantime I
. . . Thank you, Poundstone, thank
you. Good-by I"
He stood at the telephone, the re
ceiver still held to his ear and his
right forefinger holding down the hook
while the line cleared. When he spoke
again, Shirley knew he was calling his
mill office. He got a response Immedi
ately, notwithstanding, the lateness of
the hour.
"Sexton? Pennington speaking. I'va
sent over the Black Minorca with a
rifle and sixty rounds of ammunition.
. . . What? You can hear him
shpotlng already? Bully boy with a
crockery eye I He'll clean the gang
out and keep them from working until
the police arrive. You've telephoned
Rondeau, have you? . . . Good!
Hell have his men waiting at the log
landing, and there'll be no delay. Sex
ton, we've got to block tbem. it meana
a loss of millions to me If we fall I"
Shirley was standing In the doorway
as he faced about from the telephone.
"Uncle Beth," she said quietly, "use
goy honorable- method of defeating
Bryce Cardigan, but call off the Black
Minorca. I shall hold you personally
responsible for Bryce Cardan's life,
and if you fall me, I shall never for
give you."
"Silly, silly girl!" he soothed her.
"Don't you know I would not stoop to
bush-whacking? There's some shoot
ing going on, but Its wild shooting, Just
to frighten Cardigan and his men «S
the Job."
"You can't him," |)fe cried
passionately. "You know you can't
He'll kill the Black Minorca, or the
Black Minorca will kill him. Go In
stantly and stop It."
"All right, all right!" he said rather
humbly, and sprang down the front
steps Into the waiting car. "I'll play
the game fairly, Shirley, never fear."
She stood in the doorway and
watched the red tatl-llgbt, like a
malevolent eye, disappear down the
street. And presently as she stood
there, down the boulevard a huge gray
car oame slipping noiselessly—so
noiselessly, In fact, that Shirley recog
nized It by that very quality of silence.
It was Bryce Cardigan's Napier.
"George!" she called. "Come here,"
The car slid over to the gate and
stopped at the sight of the slim whit*
figure running down the garden walk.
"Is Mr. Cardigan hurt?" she demand
ed In an agony of suspense.
George Sea Otter grunted comtemp
tuously. "Nobody hurt 'cept the Black
Minorca. I am taking him to your
company hospital, miss. He tried to
shoot my boss, so I shot him myself
once through the leg. Now my boss
says: "Take him to the Laguna Grande
hospital, George.' Me, I would drop
this greaser In the bay If I was the
boss."
She laughed hysterically. "On yonr
way back from the hospital stop and
pick bie up, George," she ordered.
He touched his broad hat, and she
returned to the house to dress.
Meanwhile Colonel Pennington had
reached the crossing once more, sim
ultaneously with the arrival of Sam
Perkins, the chief of police, accom
panied by two automobiles crammed
with patrolmen. Perkins strutted up
to Bryce Cardigan and Buck Ogilvy.
"What's the meaning of all thik row,
Mr. Cardigan?" he demanded.
'"Something has slipped, Sam,"
Bryce retorted pleasantly. f "You'va
been calling me Bryce for the past
twenty year*, and now you're meter
ing me! The meaning of this row,
you ask?" Bryce continued. "Well,
I'm engaged In making a Jump cross
ing of Colonel, Pennington's tracks,
under a temporary franchise granted
me by the city council of Sequoia.
Here's the franchise." And he thrust
the document under the police chiefs
aose.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Looking On.
"What part of tba army appeata «
you roostT"' *
I Odds and Ends—And Out of the
I
H OUSTON. TEX.—AII divorce rec
ords In Texas were shattered here
in one day recently when district
judges of two courts divorced 214
couples In less than three hours. Judge
Harvey, fpclng a docket of 1,500 dl~
v«U*e cases, made 368 persons single
ngnln when he granted 184 divorces.
His previous record for a day was ISO
cases. Judge Boyd came next with
the remainder of the cases. While the
two Judges were busy untying matri
monial knots the marriage license
clerk was busy raaklAg knots over or
preparing to tie new ones. Less than
On* Eloquent Word.
An old negro brother, seated far
bock In a crowded experience nieetULg,
stood up, gained the attention of the
leader, md said:
"Kin I say Jes' one word?"
"You can," said the leader. "Go
ahead." /
Then, with all his might, he shouted,
"Hffllelujah !"—Atlanta Constitution.
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cases were called, and'
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E. Coad, a hanker. Is "In dutch." Mrs.
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window and her hands were .--*»»» *
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Klpp, a neighbor. Rove/
permit her to enter the
would Rover permit anyone elsfeVMr&l
enter unt|J his master was sunwUHS
from the bank. After what
hours to his suffering spouse, Coad m&W
rived and released her.
LIN GUI, WYO.—Ten children 1* F
6% years—this Is the record of ibts'-S
and Mrs. Clarence J. Walker.
climax occurred when Mrs. Walks* .j
gave birth to three healthy girls. >|9
A few days ago the public library
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lng current events was, "who Is Babe
Ruth?" One of the girls exclaimed.
"Well, at least I know the answer t»
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T-
Weil-Known Remedies.
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quinine Internally and antlphlogistlM ' S
to be applied externally."
It proved very effective and tha
maid boasted of his quick recovery
to one of the' neighbors. "And Mrs. B
didn't do hardly anything to cm*
him," she added, "Bbe gave him qul
nfne and calMnus and covered Ms
chest with alabastlne."
" ■ ■ . ' •
OH, DEAR! HYBACKI
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The Jodneysl
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* I am glad to recommend 'Anuric* to
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