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CHAPTER XIX
?17? ' ,
Riders of Portent.
Minnie I'ine could get from one
placo to another more quickly and
cith less noise than any one at Sky
Line. h
When Rod Stone came In at dusk
she came running to him In the shad
ows to whisper in his ear.
"The sun woman from the flats on
Nameless." she said, "has throwa
their words back In the faces of tlie
master and the boss?and they have
given her to Sud to guard?In Bain
bow's pot with Big Basford at the
Flange. It's devil's work."
Rod Stone put out an arm and
hugged the girl gently.
"You're a real woman, kid. If your
skin is brown," he said admiringly,
"and after all, It's heart that counts.
Now tell me about this."
"1 came," said Minnie frankly, "to
you, because you are the only man at
Sky Line. The rest are skunks.
Josefn says you have the heart of a
Pomtn chief."
Stone stood for a long time consider
ing. , ? <?
Then he drew a deep breath and
flung up his head.
"You're right," he said, "It's devil's
work and something must be done. I
am the one to do It, too."
He was silent for another space.
Then he turned to the girL
"Kid," he said. "I've been thinking
about you lately?about making a get
away down the Pipe some night and
striking across the desert for Marston
?we could find a parson there and
drop over the line into Mexlcot. Ar
nold hasn't much on me?perhaps less
than on anyone at Sky Line?and we
could make a new start?"
There was the soft sound of an In
drawn breath and Minnie Pine's hand
went to her shapely throat
Stone went on.
"If I do this?If I hit down for
Cordova tonight?you know, of course,
that it is very likely to be the end of
me one way or another, in the general
stir up that will follow. I want you to
know any way before I start?that Td
like that new beginning?with you."
For a long moment there was no
sound - save the myriad voices of the
conifers talking mysteriously with
ihe winds of night.
r Then the Pomo girl put her hands
on the white man's shoulders.
"A chief," she said, "does what must
be done?without fear?and a chiefs
woman follows him?even to death.
Saddle two horses."
At Sheriff Price Selwood's ranch an
anxious circle wntched the still form
on the bed. The doctor from Bement
had not left his station for seven
.hours. Outside cowboys, all armed,
walked here and there, and on the
deep veranda sat the prospector,
Smith, smoking Innumerable cigarettes
and waiting on destiny.
"It may be an hour?It may be ten?
but something is going to happen
soon," the doctor had said at dusk, **he
will either rally or sink. If be speaks
be will be rational, I think."
And on that chance the stranger
waited to ask one question, namely:
"What is the secret of Sky Line?
Where is the other end of the pas
sage?"
For all the hours that Price Selwood
had lain unconscious, fourteen men
under Bossick had camped in a glade
under the flaring skirts of Mystery's
western end, ready to answer Fair's
summons*
Fair's thoughts were of the girl on
Nameless?of her long blue eyes with
their steady light, of her smiling lips
and the golden crown of her braided
hair. " \C
He drifted away, as lovers have done
since time was, and it was the low
toned voice of the doctor which re
called him.
"Sir. Smith," it said without a
change of inflection, "come in care
fully."
He rose and. tossing away his cigar
ette, stepped softly across the silL
In the faint light of the oil lamp on
a stand Sheriff Selwood looked up into
the face of his wife, bending above
him.
"Sally," he said weakly. .
Then he turned his head and looked j
slowly around at tlie others.
"Hello, Doc," he whispered, then? !
"they didn't get me?after all! Smith;
?Smith?" a sudden light leaped Into !
the dazed eyeSj "I saw?them drive !
Bossick's?Bosslfck's steers into the
face of?Rainbo^_?llfT a mile west?of
Sky Line?"
^ "That's plenty," said Fair quickly,
"you mustn't talk, Selwood?mind the
doctor?I'm leaving now."*
And with a gentle touch on the sick
, man's shoulder he wjjs gone.
He ran to the stable and'got Din
i miind.
Five of Selwood's riders were throw
ing saddles on horses. c v
Id less time than seemed possible
the six men were riding for the
rendezvous on Nameless.
All along the flowing river there was
the seeming of portent, a strange sense
of impending tragedy, for many riders
were abroad In the quiet night.
One of these was Bud Allison, his
young face set and awful, his pappy's
old rifle grasped In a steady hand,
pushing Big Dan to an unaccustomed
limit of speed toward Sheriff Selwood's
ranch.
The boy was praying that he might
find Brand there?and the old gun was
destined for action.
But within the narrow* margin of a
mile Fair was passing toward the
north as he went south?and thus Bud
missed him with the news of Nance's
disappearance. Had they met. the
happenings of that night might have
had a different ending, for Fair would
have stormed the citadel of Sky Line
like a fury, forgetting ail things in his
fear for the woman he loved?the ends
of Justice which he sought to serve,
Bossick's steers and everything else.
And In the shadow of Rainbow cliff
Bod Stone and Minnie Pine waited
patiently for the ranch to settle down
that they might slip away.
At the camp on the skirts of Mys
tery, Fair found Bossick ready.
"Selwood's conscious," he told him
quickly, "and his first thought was of
his race for life. He said 'they didn't
get me after all,' and 4I saw them
driving Bossick's steers Into the face
of Rainbow cliff a mile from Sky Line.'
That's the secret he (liscovered and for
which they tried to kill htm.
"There's some sort of opening In the
rock face which connects with the
subterranean passage thit lends to
Blue Stone canyon, the desert range
beyond, and finally to Marston on the
railroad. That, gentlemen, Is the se
cret of your disappearing cattle. Sel
wood said they always vanished at the
same time Kate Cathrew drove her
stock down to Cordova and out to the
station?do ^ou see?
"The drive, coming down to the riv
er, obliterated all tracks of those go
ing up. Now that we know I think
we've got the Sky Line rustlers dead
to rights. There are twenty-one of us.
"We'll divide you; you, Bossick. go
ing with your party up to Rainbow
cliff, and I striking up through the
mysterious passage. This trip will
take a long hard grill, for It Is far
up Blue Stone to the south, and none
of us know the length of the under*
ground way.
"However, it must lead to some
pocket not far from the cliff Itself and
on the inside. A gunshot will locate
us when we are ready for each other.
Lord knows what we'll find, or what
the outcome will be. Let's go."
And so it was that some time later
Brand Fair with his posse passed close
along the upper edge of Nance Al
lison's^ ruined field and thought tender
ly of the blue-eyed girl with her
dogged courage and her simple faith,
little dreaming that she was not safe
in her bed in the cabin.
The hours of the night wore on.
Crossing diagonally down, Rod
Stone, safe away from Sky Line at
last, made for Cordova with Minnie
Pine behind him.
Bossick, having the shortest Journey
of ail, sat in a clump of pines with
his men around him, and waited In
strained silence for a distant shot.
It was well after midnight when two
things took place at almost the same
moment?Brand Fair rode in behind
the clump of willows that were al
ways blowing out from the canyon's
wall with his men In single file behind
him?and Rod Stone got off his horse
at Cordova. He handed his rein to
the Pomo girl and went swiftly up
the steps, opening the door upon the
lighted room where a group of men
were playing. They were mostly from
the Upper country, though one or two
were Cordovans. Among them were
the bearded man who had sat on Mc
Kane's porch that day In spring and
watched Cattle Kate come riding in
on Bluefire, and the young cowboy
with whom he had spoken concerning
them.
Stone, a Sky Line man, received cold
glances from the faces raised at his
entrance. All Nameless knew and dis
approved of Sky Line. But the boy
was made of courageous stuff and he
tackled the issue promptly.
"Men." he said sharply. "I'm froni
Sky Line, as you ull know, and you
may class me now as a traitor to my
outfit. Perhaps I am. That's neither
here nor there. I don't give a d?n
whether I am or not. I'd have stood
true In all cases but one. That one
lms happened. There's a good girl?
a Bible girl, like I used to know back
in the Mlddhe West?shut up in a se
cret spot with Sud Provine?and I've
got to have help to save her and that
quick. She's a fighter. I think, and is
strong?but?you all know Provine. I
don't know what I'm stirring up and
I don't care. Will you come?"
:( l' ) '? J"
Every chair at the dirty can^.s-cov
ered table but one shot back and out
ward as the players rose.
"Where's tills here spot?an' who's
th* girl?" said the cowboy. "Lead us
to 'em."
"In Rainbow cliff?and the Allison
girl from the homestead on the river."
"Th' h?I you say! Ain't that poor
kid had enough trouble?" j
But McKane the trader spoke from
where be sat, frowning.
"Ain't you all taking a lot for grant
ed?" he asked, "and mussing In Kate
Cathrew's business?"
The bearded man turned on him.
"D?n Kate Cathrew's business!
She can't give a decent girl to that
slimy rep-tile Provine and get by with
It in this man's country?not by a
d?n sight! Get your horses, boys!"
As the players surged out, McKane.
obeying some apprehensive instinct
which pulled at his heart like a cold
hand, rose and followed.
">^ait till I get mine!" he shouted
as he ran.
CHAPTER XX
Conclusion.
When' Nance Allison mounted Buck
skin at Kate Cathrew's door a terrible
weight hung at her heart, yet a cur
rent of strength seemed flowing in
her veins.
'"The Lord Is the strength of my
life,'" she thought valiantly, "'of
whom shall I be afraid?'"
The courage of the familiar word3
had been with her through many bit
ter trials?it did not fail her now.
So she rode In silence with Provine's
lascivious eyes upon her from behind,
and Big Basford glowering in self-cen
tered inattention ahead.
The way led close along the foot
of Rainbow cliff among the weath
ered debris which sifted always down
the rock face, and presently she was
amazed to see the wall Itself seem to
slice In between Basford and herself,
and In another second she was riding
into a very narrow defile in the liv
ing stone with Provlne close upon
her horse's heels. There was just
room for horfe and rider in the echo
ing aisle and none to spare. It was
dimly lighted by what seemed a crack
in the earth's surface high up among
the clouds. The girl looked up In
wonder. ' ?
This, she knew, was the secret of
Rainbow cliff and Mystery ridge. De
spite her danger she noted the passage
with keen Interest. The way was
short for in a few minutes the rock
walled cut turned sharply to the right
and ended abruptly.
Before her startled vision Iky
spread out a little paradise, round
as a cup. green with tender grass,
dotted with oak and poplar trees be
side Its countless springs?and graz
ing contentedly on Its peculiarly rank
forage was a band of cattle, each one
of which bore on its left the "B. K."
of Bossick's brand!
This, then. Was Rainbow's pot of
which Arnold had spoken. /
In utter astonlshhient she drew
Buckskin up and looked at the "secret
spot" of Sky Mne ranch.
"Well." said Provlne amusedly, "how
do you like it?"
The girl did not reply, but sat still
with her hands crossed on her saddle
horn. .
The snaky eyes under the black
brows lost their drowsy pleasantry.
"I wouldn't advise you, purty," he
said, "to come the Jilgh-and-mighty
with me. A little kindness, now.
would go a long way toward an under
standing Get off that horse."
Without a word Nance obeyed.
A little cold touch was at her In
most heart, but that tight, tense feel
ing of strength was still with her. She
measured Provine's shoulders with her
eyes as he unsaddled the animals and
turned them out to graze. She looked1
at his long arms, his lean and sinewy
back.
"I've handled my plow all spring."
she said to herself sagely, "I pitched
hay all day and was not too tired at
night. I can lift a grain sack easy.
I'll sell out hard if I have to?for
Miimmy and Brand and Bud and
Sonny."
Arid when Provlne turned and came
toward her, smiling, he was met by
blue eyes that were hard as shining
stone, a mouth like a line of battle
and hands clutched hard on folded
arms.
"Oh, ho," he said, "we're goln' to
butt our head agin a wall, ain't we?
Cut It, kid, an' kiss me?you might as
well now as later. An' besides, I
don't like a mouth all mashed up from
discipline." >.
'The hand of God," said the big girl
stlflly, "Is before my face. His host
is round about me. I'd advise you to
let me alone."
The man threw back his head aud
laughed.
"I don't see no host," he said, "an"
I ain't superstitious," and with a leap
he swung one long arm around her
neck.
"Help me. Lord!" said Nance aloud,
and bowing her young body she pulled
her forehead down his breast and
slipped free.
Next moment she hnd struck him In
the mouth1 with all her might and
followed through like any man.
Provine roared and swore and came
for her again, head down and small
eyes blazing.
"Now," he said, "I'll have to hand
you discipline, you d?d hell-cat!"
? ? ? ? ? ? ?
So the night that was so full of jx>r
tent dropped down upon the country
of the Deep Heart hills and Destiny
rode the winds.
Sky Line ranch was stirring early,
even before the first gray light had
touched the east.
There was much afoot. Bossick's
steers were going down the Pipe that
day?and perhaps Sud Provine iuid
| Nance Allison would go with them,
bound for the Big Bend country In
Texas whence the man had hailed.
"I think she'll sign this morning,"
said Arnold easily as he sat down to
Josefa's steaming breakfast by lamp
light, "and keep her mouth shut, too."
In the shielding clump of pines Bos
sick waited for Fair's signal some
where inside the cliff.
Not so far down the great slope of
Mystery Bod Stone was climbing up
with the Cordova men behind him and
Minnie Pine like his shadow at his
side.
And deep In the heart of the earth
Brand Fair was slowly forging upward
toward that coup of Justice for which
he had labored so long and patiently.
Not lAist of the actors In the com
ing play, set to function on the stage
of Rainbow's pot. was Bud Allison
urging his exhausted horse slowly up
toward Sky Line.
There was a cold breeze blowing
when Arnold and Kate Cathrew rode
along the rock face to the Flange.
They spoke In low tones to Big Bas
ford standing like an Image and
slipped into the wall. They rode In
silence do<vn the defile, dark as
Erebus and full of wind, and came
out Into the ampltheater where the
pale light wajj breaking.
At first they saw no sign of anything
human in all the shadowy place. Ar
nold's keen eyes swept the pot from
side to side, while Cattle Kate's went
slowly round the wall.
?That's funny," said the man, "Pro
vine?"
"Look." said Kate, "over toward the
left?against the cliff."
The light in the east struck first at
the western face of the precipice, so
that an object standing back against
the perpendicular surface got Its full
benefit.
Arnpld bent forward In his saddle
and looked long at this object.
Then he touched his horse and rode
forward.
"Good Lord!" he said as he pulled
rein a distance from It, "Good Lord!"
For the object was Nance Allison?
or what had been Nance Allison some
few hours back.
Now tt was a tragic wreck of a
woman whose garments hung In fan
tastic shreds upon her bodj, whose
white skin shone through In many
places and whose great eyes gleamed
from her ghastly face with awful light.
One long gold braid of hair hung from
her head, in a dangling loop. The oth
er was loose to Its roots and swept
in a ragged flag to her hip Long
wisps of It shone here and there upon
the trampled grass around.
And over her from head to foot was
blood?blood in clots and streaks and
splotches, while from a small gash on
her temple a red stream slowly
dripped.
The man was awed for once in his
relentless life.
"Heaven!" he said, "what have you
done? Where's Provlne?"
"Dead, I hope," said Nance Allison
dully.
Arnold struck his horse and dashed
away, riding here and there us if he
must know the ghastly finish quickly.
For a while it seemed that the man
Was gone entirely.
Then suddenly his horse shied from
something moving in the deep grass
by a spring and Arnold dismounted.
He had found Provlne?Sud Provine
rolling in agony, his face in the mud.
With no gentle hand he grasped his
shoulder and pulled him up.
"What's all this?" he rasped.
"What's the matter with you?*
For answer Provlne took his hands
from the left side of his face and
looked un at his master.
Arnold dropped him back with an
oath, which Provlne echoed.
"Gone!" he cried hoarsely, "gouged
?slick an* clean! An' she tried to
get 'em both?d?n her hussy's soul!"
Arnold rode slowly back to where
that grotesque caricature of a woman
still stood by the wall. She seemed
Immovable as the rock Itself, part and
parcel of the waiting world and the
gray shadows.
"You yOung hellion!" he gritted
through his teeth, "you have blinded
my best man!" x,
"Have so," said Nance, still in that
dull voice, "yes?I have so." She
nodded her disheveled head.
."Oh. what's the use to fool . with
her!" cried Kate Cathrew' furiously.
"I'm done!"
With a flare of her unbridled temper
she snatched her gun from Its saddle
loops and flung it up.
As her finger curled on the trigger
Arnold plunged his horse against Blue
fire.
"No!" he cried as the report rang
out dear and sharp in the thin air of
dawn. The bullet struck with a vi
cious "phwlt" ten feet above its mark,
and a little rain of rock dust fell on
Nance's hair.
From all the sides of Rainbow's pot
that shot came back in echoes, a roar
ing fusillade?and.Bossick, waiting in
his clump of pines, straightened in bis
saddle. He picked up his hanging
rein and spoke In a ;low voice.
"Ready, men?" he asked, "then let's
go." 1 i
Cattle Kate had fired her own signal
of fate and her enemies heard It. ?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
1 ?
Billion Really a Vast Sum
When a billion Is spoken of It means
a huge sum to the average mindi but
to express or visualize the sum In any
unit that can be comprehended qulckly
is not easy. Probably one of the eas
iest ways of comprehending it is to
imagine spending a dollar a minute
and then realize that since the birth
of Christ there had been only a little
more than a billion minutes. By the
end of 192n there will have passed
just 1,011,990,000 minutes. |
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MY FAVORITE
STORIES
By IRVIN S. COBB
S?????????????????????????
? 1 '(Copyright.)
Where the Partnership Dis
solved
One of the oldest stories in the known
world?and in my humble judgment
one of the best ones as well?deals
with three actors?an aged negro, an
Itinerant conjurer and a twelve-pound
snapping turtle. ).
The most popular version runs in
this wise: It is a hot day in a Missis
sippi countryside. The conjurer, who
is making his way across country afoot,
is sitting alongside the dusty road, rest
ing. There passes him an ancient
negro returning from a fishing expedi
tion. The undertaking has yielded no
fish but the darkey is not going home
empty-handed. He has captured a
huge snapping turtle. He is holding it
rast by Its tail, which Is stretched
tautly over his right shoulder so that
the flat undershell of the captive rests
against his back. He has delectable
visions dancing in his mind of turtle
soup, turtle steaks and turtle stew. He
bids the recumbent stranger a polite
good-morning and trudges on. He has
gone perhaps twenty feet further when
an impish inspiration leaps full-grown
nto the magician's brain. In addition
to his other gifts he is by way of being
a fair ventriloquist.
He throws his voice into the turtle's
mouth and speaking in a muddy, gut
tural tone such as would be suitable
to a turtle ft a turtle ever Indulged in
conversation, he says sharply:
"Look here, nigger, where are you
taking me?"
The old man freezes in his tracks.
He rolls his eyes rearward. There is
the look of a vast, growing, startled
bewilderment on his face.
"W-h-who?who dat speakin' to me?"
he asks falteringly.
"It's me speakin' to you," the turtle
' seemingly says, "here on your back. I
jr asked you where you were taking me."
"Huh, boss," cries the old man, "I
ain't takin' you nowhars?I'se leavin*
you right yere!" ?>
. And he does.
A Start From Humble
Beginnings
Mr. Campbell, who was a lawyer,
felt somewhat jrritated on reaching
his office at 8:30 In the morning to
find the fire in the grate unkindled
and the floor unswept and the place
generally in a state of disorder. It
was nearly nine o'clock before'Ike, his
black office servant, appeared.
"Good Lord, Ike," said Mr. Camp
bell petulantly. "What's detained
you?"
"Mist' Campbell," apologized Ike.
"you must please, suh, 'scuse me fur
bein' late dis one time. I sort of over
slept myse'f. De truth of the matter
is dat I wuz kept up de best part of
de night on' count of jinin' a cullld
lodge."
"It sureiy didn't take you all night
to Join a lodge, did it?"
"Naw suh, not perzac'ly. De fust
part of de evenin' dey wuz 'niciatin*
me into de membership an' de rest of
de time dey wuz 'onductin' me into
office."
"Isn't it rather unusual to confer
an office on a member immediately
after faking him in?"
"Naw suh, dat's de standin* rule in
dat lodge?jes' soon ez you is 'niciat
ed you gits a office."
"What office did they confer upon
you?"
"Imperial Supreme King." ,
"What?''
"Dat's whut dey calls it?Imperial
Supreme King of de Universe."
"Isn't that rather a high office for
a brand new member?"
"Why, naw, .suh, Mist' Campbell,
dat's de lowes' office dey is in dat
lodge. W'en I'sbeen in a spell longer
dey is goin' to give me somethin' real
ly worth while." - ((
The Confusing Geography of
Jersey
Years ago, when I earned my dally
bread and occasional beer on Park
row, one Andy Horn ran a cozy bar
in the shadow of Brooklyn bridge.
All sorts and conditions of men fre
quented the saloon?sailors, newspa
per nien, rich men, poor men, police
men off duty, artists and commuters
from over the river. )
A grubby person krtown as Smitty
was a fixture at Andy's. He cut up
food for the free lunch counter, did
odd jobs and in rush hours helped to
serve the trade. Smitty was to Man
hattan what a cockney is to London.
He had been born on Cherry hill,
right around the corner; he had been
reared on the Bowery and he had
never ranged further than Coney Is
land or Far Rockaway. Greater New
York city was all the world he knew
or cared to know.
His sister married a German mar
ket gardener over in New Jersey, and
when his summertime vacation came
Smitty went to visit her for two
weeks. His new brother-in-law had
bought a car and had promised to
tonr Smitty about over the state and
show him the sights.
At the end of a week Smitty was
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patrons hailed him:
"Hey, Smitty, I thought you were
going to stay longer.. Didn't you care
for country life?"
"Nix on dat stuff fur me," said
Smitty. "I'm offen It fur life. Say,
dat Joisey soitinly is one funny place.
Why, all dem towns over there is got
different names I"
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Fulglium Seed Outs, Rye, Wheat and (lorn
seeds. All recleaned new crop seed. Wnt?f<r
prepaid prices. Nichols Farms. Rome.ijeoniit
Makes Your Teeth Snow White
TARTAROFF
Remove* Tartar, Film, Cigar, Cigarette
and all other ttains from your Teeth
25c at ALL GOOD DRUG. OR COS
METIC COUNTERS EVERYWHERE
KILLED III 30
MINUTES 81
Itch...
From SITICIDE CO., Commerces,
and at Drug Stores
Build
Up Your Strength
With Wintmmith't
For M yearn the Bt^ndard retn
edy tor CMIb, Fever and; Aguj
Dengue and other fevers has Ibeen
Wintersmith's Chill Tome. Take"
?t the first sign of these trouojg
It vrarda them off. Fine to taw
after almost any iilness; Its to
effertisXays ?oocLAtyourdrug
?tore; popular size, 60c; raamm
aiza big value, 91-00.
WintenmHh Chemical Co.. Idc
, w Louiiville, Kentucky
hntersimthi
Chill Tome '
MOSQUITOES
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kiiit, poWDER
them.:
Bee Brand Insect P?w<,'rIn^?
?tain?or harm anythinrf ??I'hef ,1>e?,
Household sizes, 10c and 25<- sr0c?r.
50c and Sl^O.atyour drug^ ^^,
Write for Free Booklpt. ??"? .
^ m^/t>pmiTK A CO.. Bsltog^?^
ClearYourSk?
Of Dpfiduring Blemishes
Use Cuticura
Sample Soap. Ohtm'jJu'ji'1
Cattoara '
SORE EYES
F\e ^ d
**' 3| ID9
relieves and cures sore i
ssusapj&swBw-'
from lictonn JLWbpenbary i - ?