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Thursday, May 6, 1937 THIRD INSTALMENT SYNOPSIS: Slim Loyale is pa roled from prison after serving 18 months for a crime he did not commit. He returns to his Circle L ranch to find his father dead and sinister forces at work, trying to make him violate his parole so that he can again be railroaded to prison. The Brockwells and their gang are plotting to gain possession of Cifcle L ranch and the property of Mona Hall, a neighbor and life-long friend of Slim Loyale. For just a moment a wary film seemed to shadow Starbuck's eyes. Then he gripped himself. "Well, what's wrong then?" he demand ed. "Who did that shootin'?" "I did—part of it," answered Dakota. "I just nicked Sarg, darn the luck. He blew a hole in Spud's floor." "Yeah, I can see that," snap ped Starbuck testily. "But how'd the trouble start? Who's respon sible for this?" "He is," bawled Spud Dillon, still bubbling with wrath and pointing at Leo. "He made a dirty crack at Slim. He did it just on purpose I'm bettin', to try to get Slim to make a gunplay, knowin' that if the kid did, his parole would be busted sky-high. But Dakota stepped in an' walloped him one. Then Sarg pulled his gun first. He'd 'a' got Dakota too, if Joe Rooney hadn't tripped him GIRLS WANTED To Fill Well Paying Positions As Beauty Operators Complete Course $75.00 For Information Write KING'S BEAUTY SCHOOL 229 S. Elm St. Greensboro, N. C. Chilean Nitrate of Soda is as Natural as the ground it ,| comes from. It's ideal for cotton and for corn. A good side dressing with Chilean ' "Sody" as Uncle Natchel calls it, is "jes' the natchel way" to make a better crop. NATURAL AS THE GROUND IT COMES FROM up with a cue. Joe. I'm raising yore wages for that." "Listens good." growled Star buck. stepping over to Slim "Lem me see yore guns, Loyale." "Let him have 'em. Slim," cau tioned Dakota. "Shore, I'm be ginning to see through lots of things." "Meanin* just what, Blue?" Starbuck whirled .and faced Da kota. his head thrust forward. "What's it mean to yuh?" re torted Dakota easily. "Don't get too touchy, Starbuck, or folks will begin thinkin' things." Starbuck licked his lips, then turned to Slim. Otife after other he twitched out Slim's guns punched out the shells and squint ed through the barrels. As he re turned them, he frowned at Sarg Brockwell. "Go easy on startin' things, Brockwell," he ordered. "An' tell that cub of yores to but ton his lip. I won't stand for trouble around here—none what ever." Dakota, watching Sarg and Starbuck carefully, thought he caught just a glint of understand ing pass in the quick glance they exchanged. Brockwell nodded. "Call it our fault this time," he growled. "But we ain't forgettin' at no time. An' that goes for yuh an' yuh," he finished, indicating both Spud Dillon and Joe Roon ey. "See if we care!" yelped Spud. "I got something off my chest what's been gaggin* me for some time, Brockwell. I shore read yore walkin' papers. As for Joe, well, I alius knew he was a good man. He shore demonstrated it today." Rooney's wrinkled face creased into a grin and he gnawed a piece off a plug of tobacco. "Me," he twanged, "I've lived a long time,, and I've alius found that the wolf with the longest howl packs his tail the lowest. Slim, how are yuh?" And he stepped over to deliberately wring Slim's hand. No longer in doubt as to how the feeling was running in the Wild Horse just now, Sarg Brock well herded Leo through the door ahead of him. When they were gone, Jigger Starbuck hesitated a moment before leaving. "Remember, Blue; the law swings just as wide a loop for yuh as anybody else." "Aw, hell!" snorted Dakota. "Alius prattlin' about yore gol blasted law. Who's breakin' it anyhow? Just remember yoreself, THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA Starbuck yuh may be sheriff, but yuh ain't Gawd Almighty. An' that self-samp loop yuh speak of would fit yore shoulders aft well as mine. C'mon Slim; Joe, Spud; • I'm buyin' a drink." Being left this pointedly out of 1 the invitation, Jigger Starbuck cursed softly beneath his breath, then left the place. Ten minutes later, Slim Loyale and Dakota Blue rode north out of Pinnacle. A survey of the street : showed that Sarg and Leo Brock well had evidently pulled out ahead of them. Jigger Starbuck stood in the doorway of his office his face expressionless, his eyes cold. For several miles Slim and Da kota rode in silence. Slim was thoughtful, his eyes steadily upon the trail ahead. Finally he shifted in his saddle and looked up. - "Dakota, just what were yuh drivin' at with those remarks yuh made to Starbuck?" he asked. Dakota grunted. "Just pros pecting some an' seem' if I could turn up a little pay dirt. "What kind of pay dirt?" "What kind d'yuh suppose, Slim? Look at it this way. Yuh an' me know yuh were framed. Well, somebody did that framin'. If they did it once they'll try an' do it again. It might have been Starbuck, and it might have been Brockwell. Then again, it might have been somebody else. "Whoever it was had some rea son for doin* it. It might have been just to find a goat an' cover up his own tracks. Then again, they might have been schemin' deeper. Whatever the reason was, it'll pay us to find out as much as we can. "One thing shore, yuh gotta figger on standin' for a lot of In sults until that parole of yores is finished. Didn't yuh take notice how quick Starbuck jumped at the conclusion that yuh were in trou- Us. the second he stuck his haid in the Wild Horse? It looked kinda funny to me." "Jigger Starbuck has been sheriff in these parts a long time, Dakota. An* all in all, he's been a pretty fair sheriff." ' "Yeah, he has been. Lately, though, he seems to be slippin'. Yuh notice the Vasco stage is be in* held up pretty regular. An' the Dot H Dot is still losin' cattle. I'm plumb convinced that the Circle L would have been losin' 'em too, only I've kept our boys ridin' steady an' keepin' a close watch. "I didn't tell yuh that the month before last, some sidewind er took a shot at me on day, while I was ridin' along Nigger Ridge on the way home from our Jeri cho Valley range. Well, he did. An' if I hadn't happened to lean, forward just then to knock a hoss-fly off'n my btoncho's neck, I'd been a good Injun right now. I tell yuh, Slim somethin's movin' around this range that's got me on the lookout plum continual." Slim nodded. "That was kinda barefaced, back in Spud's place. Lookin' back at it now, it shore j had all the earmarks of a frame up .Yuh used yore haid, Dakota." Dakota grunted and rolled a cigarette. "We're up against somethin' we gotta watch. Slim. Don't let anybody devil yuh into makin' a play with yore guns, leastwise not until yore parole is up." "It's tough," said Slim a little hoarsely. "I'm touchy as hell now. I did a lot of thinkin' back there at Jarillo. an' it didn't sweeten me none. My pride is plumb rag ged an' easy to scratch. But yuh got the right idee, Dakota. I'll remember that." An hour later the two riders drew rein before the Circle L ranch house. At sight of it, Slim's throat thickened. Hqme! And yet, it was not the home that it had been. For it was empty now—de void of that grizzled, kindly, boomed-voiced presence that had been Bart Loyale, Slim's father. There was a group of punchers at the corrals, and as Slim dis mounted, one by one they came forward to shake Slim's hand. Their voiced greetings were short, terse, but sincere. The Circle L employed five men besides Dakota Blue, the foreman. There was Roy O'Brien, short, barrel-bodied, red-headed; a fighting, square-shooting, explo sive little Irishman. Steve Owens and Charley Quinn were insepar able pals, fun-loving rollicking boys, both game to the core and very faithful to their hire. Stoney Sheard was a middle aged puncher, silent, still-featur ed, gruff and unsmiling, who had probably been closer to old Bart Loyale than any of the other punchers. The fifth of the group was Oscar Olson, a big, lumber ing Swede with a shock of unruly tow hair. Oscar was the cook, and a better one never stirred a pot of beans. Beyond a quiet, "Hello, boys," Slim said nothing, and the punch ers were wordless in their stifled emotions. Slim went directly to the ranch house, alone. Dakota Blue turned to the rest. "Pretty badly cut up, Slim Is," he said gruffly. He's home now, an* Bart ain't here to meet him. Don't speak of the Ole Man to him un less Slim brings up the proposi tion first." Roy O'Brien's eyes were all squinted up. "The pore laddy," he muttered. "Shore ,an' me heart aches for him. He's a fine lad. Slim is,.and he'll be after carryin' on man-size." Dakota nodded. "Sarg an* Leo Brockwell tried to stir up trouble in town just now. They know damn well the kid is on parole, an' thev ain't gonna overlook a chance to get him to make a break that'll bust it. So, any time for the next year an' a half, if yo're with Slim an* yuh run into somethin* where there's fighting to be dons, I want yuh to shove Slim aside an' take over the quar rel yoreselves. Savvy?" Roy flexed his big shoulders. "An' won't we though!' he 'bark ed. "Shore an' does either of them Brockwells try an' start some thin' when I'm around an' I'll shove me fist clear down their gullets!" Steve Owens laughed. "I guess Roy's statement goes for all of us. Dakota. What happened after the trouble started in town?" Dakota outlined the events since he and Slim had struck Pinnacle. When he finished. Ston ey Sheard nodded. "Alius did have my doubts about Jigger Starbuck,'* he drawled. "Too self-centered, duty-struck an' cold-blooded to my way of think in'. Time's comin' on this range when hell is gonna pop. I've told yuh somethin'." "Let *er pop," said Charley Quinn. "I an' Steve can do a lit tle popin' ourselves when neces sary." Roy snorted. "Cheeky young cubs, yuh are. .Should a spavined jackrabbit kick yuh in the pants, yuh'd coming runnin' home here to Roy for helpi." "That so?" yelped Charley. "C'mon, Steve; let's get him, the red haided, stuck-up ape." . Instantly there was a tangle of arms and legs, and the three punchers were on the ground, mauling and tugging and laugh ing. "I'll show yuh," grunted Roy. "Gang up on ole Roy,' will yuh? I'll knock a lick of sense into yuh." Sure enough, in about a minute Roy was on top of both of them. He cuffed their hair over their eyes and spanked them ingly with open palm, whenever a tight-stretched area of blue jean overalls showed. "Enough," yelled Steve. "Ow-w! I'm plumb blistered. Won't be able to sit down for a week. Lemme up, yuh wild buckaroo. Doggone yuh, yuh got a hand like a fence board. Oscar, help! Pull him off." Oscar grinned, grabbed Roy by the shirt collar and the slack of I'M GOING AFTERTNE OF THOSE ™™™ T FORD DEALER USED CAR SPECIALS!" AND GUARANTEED! Many Used Car bargains offered by H you are interested in a good Used Car at a rock-bottom price, you'd better Ford Dealers are R&G cars. grab your hat and rush to your nearest Ford Dealer's too! He is well-stocked They are the cream of the Used 1 Car market. You must be satis- with Used Cars because of the enthusiastic acceptance of the 1937 Ford V- 8. your mon ®y h®** Every unit in his entire stock of used cars and trucks now bears a special sale —like that! If you want the very 7 r best Used Car, look for the tag. He has the make and the model you want—and it is priced to sell pronto! saUsfa c t ion or* "i You'd better step on it. Because of these rock-bottom prices, and because YOUR FORD DEALER FORD DEALERS ARE SQUARE-SHOOTERS WITH ALL CUSTOMERS, —the big rush is on. Turn to the classified section—then hit the bargain trail! I Visit Us For Best Buys In R & G Used Cars ELKIN MOTORS, Inc. SALES SERVICE the pants and lifted ,iim dear, much as an ordinary rerson lifts a kitten. "Now yuh bane nice boys or I lick all of yuh," he boomed. Roy squinted up at the cook, his blue eyes twinkling. " Tis a whale of a man yuh are, Oscar," he ap proved. "Should we combine Ire land an' Sweden we'd be after lickin' the world." Oscar grinned wider than ever. "We bane make a dent in some body. Now I go to work. Dinner bane ready in half an hour." Dakota had watched the maul ing match with a contented grin. Even gave-faced Stoney Sheard had a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. There was nothing wrong With the orale of the Circle L. Ranch. It was a happy family if there ever was one, and Slim Loyale was assured of plenty of backing in his forthcoming battle for exoneration and respect.. Slim spent that first afternoon alone. He never left the house, in fact. 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