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WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE'S njtoktu vat* COPYRIOHT WILLIAM MACLKOD RAINI—WNU IIRVICI SYNOPSIS Suth Chiswick of L C ranch, obsessed by fear of danger to her outspoken and bull beaded father, Lee, from a band of lawless rustlers headed by Sherm Howard, decides to save him by eloping with young Lou Howard, Sherm's son, and comes to the town of Tall 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. CHAPTER I—Continued Prom under the counter where he lay the storekeeper did not an nounce his presence. He had ducked Just in time to keep from being seen. A crook-nosed man with rusty hair stood beside some sacks filled with potatoes. "Who in Mexico are you, Sorrel top?” demanded Pender. “Where’s that bald-headed galoot Sanger?” He did not wait for an answer. In his hands was a rifle drawn from its place beside the saddle. Rais ing it, he drummed holes in the tin ware suspended from the wall. A forty-four had jumped to the hand of the man beside the potatoes, but though the weapon covered the drunken fool it was not fired. The frightened horse went into the air, and as it came down Jammed the rider’s leg against the counter. The animal whirled, flung Pender from the saddle, and dashed wildly out of the store. Scrambling to his feet, the drink-crazed man snatched up the rifle and followed his mount. He took a shot at the gelding as it went racing up the street in a cloud of dust. Apparently he had forgot ten what he had come to get, for he limped across to the cow-ponies in front of the Golden Nugget, selected one, mounted, and rode away with a wild yell. Sanger showed cautiously tne top of his bald head above the counter. “Fireworks over,” drawled the crook-nosed man, and his weapon vanished from sight. He gave the girl a hand to help her up from where he had flung her. “You were aure right, Mr. Sanger. You know yore town. It livened up like you promised." Ruth Chiswick stood beside him, breathing a little faster than usual, her cheeks still pale. The man with whom she was eloping came round the corner of the counter. He was carrying a revolver. “I would sure have got that bird If I hadn't seen he didn’t mean busi ness,” Lou Howard boasted. Ruth looked at him, scorn in her eyes. The scorn was less for him than for herself. For hours she luid been discovering that the man she had chosen was vain, shallow, and a boaster. Now she knew too that he lacked courage, the one es Rential virtue on the frontier for men both good and bad. “Watching him through a knot hole maybe, ’ the stranger suggest ed lazily, a hint of derision in his murmured comment. Lou turned to Ruth. “Let’s get out of here,” he said sulkily. "Sang er is going to send Spicer down to Ma Prcsnall’s.” The crook-nosed man remem bered having seen a sign on the street mentioning that A1 Spicer was a justice of the peace. In a lew voice Ruth said, "I’d like to speak with you alone, Lou.” “Sure,” he replied. “On the way down to the hotel.” “No. At the back of the store." Her voice was almost a whisper. He followed her reluctantly to ward the small boxed-in office. The girl talked, fast and low. She seemed to be both urging and plead ing An angry onin rippeo mio ner words. "Have you gone crazy?" Hov/ard demanded, raising his voi»:e. "Think you can make a fool of me?” She spoke again, trying to calm him. He would not listen. "You can’t do this crazy thing. You’ve compro mised yoreself. Don’t you see it, you little idiot? Folks will talk about you. They’ll say—” Ruth began to lose patience. "Never mind what they’ll say. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going home.” "You got no right to treat me that way. I'm not going to stand for it.” "I’m sorry, but be sensible, Lou. Be glad I’ve found out in time.” He flung a name at her. She looked at him for a moment stead ily, then turned and walked up the store. "My name is Ruth Chiswick,” she told the man with the rusty hair. "I’m much obliged to you for look ing after me." "Nothing at all, Miss. I’m a stran ger here—name, Jeff Gray.” Lou Howard joined them and broke in curtly, speaking to Ruth. “Let’s get out where we can be •lone and talk this over.” The name he had called her still rang hotly in her heart. “I’ve nothing more to say to you, air/’ she said, and again there was the sting of a lash in the low voice. Ruth turned to walk from the store, but instead of doing so stood rigid, her eyes fixed on two men riding down the street. To Howard she said, over her shoulder: “You’d better light out; my father is here." The young man *ook one look at the dismounting men. "Maybe I had better, to keep from having trouble with him,” he faltered. He left by the side door. The girl did not even notice him go. “I don't see how Father could have found out already,” she said, frowning in thought. “But that doesn’t matter. I’ll go meet him.” Gray shook his head. That would not do. Decent girls could not go into such a place as the Golden Nug get for any reason. He heard him self, to his own surprise, offering to do her errand. He walked across the road into the gambling-house. A big, fat, heavy-shouldered man who was playing solitaire lifted his head as Sid and Mile High came into Nobody paid any attention to the body on the floor. the Golden Nugget. He beckoned them to him. "What’s all the shootin’ about?” he asked. One of the men playing poker at the next table leaned back to catch the answer, "Jim Pender on one of his toots,” Sid replied. "Wants to clean up the town again, Sherm.” Sherman Howard frowned down at the table and shifted a queen. "He’ll go just so far, that bird.” The man at the poker table, a tall, broad-shouldered fellow with black, curly hair, said significantly, "He's here only for a short visit.” "I reckon you're shoutin’, Curly,” agreed Mile High. "I never liked any of that bully-puss warrior’s game.” He mentioned, in a low voice, news that might or might not be important. "Stranger in our midst.” "Where?” asked Curly. "Over at Sanger’s. Drapped !n on a big roan that has been rode far.” "What kind of a guy?” inquired Howard. "Red-headed. Tough as they come. Wears his gun low.” Howard made a sign and a man strolled over from the faro table. He was a slim, hard-eyed young fellow sporting a fancy silk ban danna tied loosely round his neck. The name he went under was Mor gan Norris. He was known to be a killer. "Stranger over at banger s, Morg,” the solitaire player said. “Might stroll over and size him up. Find out if you can where he comes from, what he is doing here, and how long he aims to stay." Into the Golden Nugget walked two men. Their entrance created a stir, as a breath of wind does in a field of grain. Out of the corner of his mouth Curly mumured, "Look who’s here.” Interest in the games momentarily diminished. The bar tender stopped polishing a glass. To Morgan Norris, in a whisper, Mile High gave warning: "Keep yore shirt on, Morg. Let Sherm make the play." The men who had just walked into the gambling-house had the stamp of their calling written on every crease of their dusty clothes, on ev ery wrinkle of their weather-beaten faces. Both were big men who had taken on the solidity that comes with years. Unless his salient, close-shut Jaw, his steady, keen, blue eyes gave false witness, the older man, Lee Chiswick, was one of dominant will, one who would fight for his rights. His companion and foreman, Dan Brand, was a barrel-chested fellow of great physical strength. On his tanned, open face there was the hint of a smile, not unfriendly, as if he offered it to mitigate the hos tility of his chief. A thin, satiric smile rested on the face of Sherman Howard. He leaned back in his chair, opaque eyes fast ened on the older of the newcomers. “Nice to have you drop in on us, Lee. You don’t often get around Tail Holt way. We sure feel hon ored.” He nodded at the younger man. “You, too, Brand. Both wel come as the flowers in May. Pete, take the orders. The house is drink ing on me.” “I don’t drink with you or any of your crowd, Howard,” said Lee Chiswick harshly. “I'm here strict ly for business.” Through the swing doors a man dropped into the Golden Nugget. He was the stranger who had given his name as Jeff Gray. “Tail Holt will welcome yore busi ness, Lee. You have always been cash on the barrel-head,” Howard told the cattleman blandly, ignor ing the insult. “I came to serve notice that any one who steals my stock from now on will do so at his own risk,” Chis wick answered bluntly. “I’ve given my men orders to shoot rustlers at sight.” A tense silence followed the words of the cattleman, one pregnant with peril. Gray’s gaze swept the room. Unless rumor lied, three-fourths of these men present must be cattle rustlers. Instinctively Gray knew that half a dozen men were waiting for their cue. Howard gave it to them. For the time at least his decision was for peace. inais nne, ne »aiu wnu ouuvc mockery. "Sooner we get rid of scalawags of that kind the better." "You can pass the word that any I catch will be hanged to the near est live oak,” Chiswick said flatly. Morgan Norris asked a question, his eyes narrowed, his voice low. "Having anyone particular In mind, Mr. Chiswick?" "Meaning anyone the shoe fits,” Howard answered for the cattle man. "And I don’t reckon that is anybody present, Morg. If there is any way we can help Mr. Chiswick, we will all be glad to do so. Am I right, boys?” “Sure you’re right, Sherrn,” agreed Curly Connor heartily. "If you can use me, Mr. Chiswick, I’m much at yore service.” “Don’t want your help,” Chiswick flung out bitterly. "I’ll look out for my own stuff and find out whether an honest man has a chance against a pack of thieves. What I’m here to tell you is that from now on I’ll be sheriff, judge, and hangman on the L C range.” Dan Brand, foreman of the L C outfit, poured oil on the roiled wa ters. "Don’t get us wrong, boys. We’re not here to start trouble but to stop it. This steal is getting so big the L C has got to bust it up or go broke. We don't claim we know who is doing this rustling. If we did, our job would be easy.” “We don’t know, but we can guess,” Chiswick cut in hardily. "Out Joud?” Norris asked, his eye3 slits of menace. The swing aoors oi me gamming hall burst wide open. A wild yell brought everybody in the room to attention. Excitedly a horse did a nervous dance on the floor. Its flushed rider waved a rifle about recklessly. Long black hair fell to the man’s shoulders. The chaps were fringed, the fancy vest deco rated. “ ’Way for Wild Jim Penderl” the drunken man shouted. All eyes focused on him. “Get out of here, you fool,” Curly ordered. “My night to howll” Pender ex ulted. "Me, 1’jn a wild wolf from the Chiricahuas.” To emphasize the point, or else by accident, a bullet from hit rifle plowed into the celling. Half a dozen revolvers roared to* gather. Pender pitched from the ■addle like a aack of meal Ha ■truck the floor in a crumpled heap, rolled over, and lay motionless. Norris thrust his smoking weapon back into its scabbard and caught the bridle of the rearing horse. Someone else ran forward to assist him. The two men got the fright ened animal out of the place. Sherman Howard gave a curt or der, "Get the coroner, Sid.” Nooody paid any attention to the body on the floor. It was as if the roar of the guns had banished the strained situation the entrance of Pender had interrupted. The games were resumed. Sounds of voices, the rattle of chips, the spinning of the roulette wheel filled the room. Wild Bill Pender’s adventure was finished business. Jeff Gray took temporary leave of absence. He had to explain to a girl probably sick with fear that the shooting had nothing to do with bar father. CHAPTER II The cowboy Sid stood in the door way of the store. "Job for you, Sanger,” he said. “Fellow bumped off in the Golden Nugget.” Jeff Gray shouldered past him toward the white-faced girl leaning against the counter. "It's all right. Miss Chiswick,” the red-hcaded man told her cheerfully. "Nobody hurt but Pender.” "Who was sure shot into rag dolls,” Sid added. Ruth relaxed limply as the blood poured back into her frozen heart. "I thought ... I was afraid . . .** she murmured, the words drying in her throat. "Help me carry this stretcher, Sid,” requested Sanger. He was coroner and undertaker. In Tail Holt the first of these positions was honorary, but the other was no sine cure. "Did you tell my father I am here?” Ruth asked. "Haven't had a chance yet,” Gray answered. The other two men were leaving with the stretcher. He com tinued, lowering his voice: "Mr. Chiswick came to town about some rustling.” "And doesn’t know about . . . me?” ”1 couian i nay. "What is he doing in the Golden Nugget?” “Serving notice that he is on the warpath against rustlers.” The eyes of the girl opened wide. “To that gang in there?" "Looked to me like some of them were sull about it," he conceded. “Lucky for him Pender picked that time to cut loose his wolf. The boys got the finger-itch out of their systems. I reckon it's going to be all right now. Howard seems to be the hig boss, and he is making peace talk.” “Father is so bull-headed.” Gray asked for information, re luctantly. This was none of his business, but he had been dragged into it. "This young Howard—any kin to Sherm Howard?” A flag of color fluttered In her cheeks, but the dark eyes held steadily to his. "Son,” she said. Then, sharply, “Why do you ask?” “If you aim to tell yore father about this little fling, maybe you had better get him out of town first,” he suggested. There was a slurring drawl in his speech that stirred anger in her. Clearly he disapproved of what she had done. She did net hesitate to affront the young men who fluttered around ter, but she objected to be ing made the victim of cool con tempt. (TO BE CONTINUED) Science Backs Microbe Into Corner, and Beats Him, Psychologist Asserts A century ago your life expect ancy at birth was about forty years. Now it has jumped to more than sixty and is still going up. Why? Preventive medicine is largely the answer, according to a state ment by G. H. Estabrooks, profes sor of psychology at Colgate uni versity, writes a correspondent in the Los Angeles Times. 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