WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE’S
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COPYRIGHT WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE—WNU SERVICE
CHAPTER X—Continued
—lo—
Jeff fired—missed. A bullet zipped
past his ear. He shot again, knock
ing the revolver from the hands of
the bandit into the creek. Norris
made a rush to recover the weapon,
his arm fishing the water for it.. As
he pulled the Colt’s out of the
current. Gray was upon him. The
barrel of Jeff’s revolver crashed
down on his head and knocked him
over. He lay motionless, his forty
four again in the brook.
The red-headed man made sure
the outlaw did not have another gun
on his person. To Ruth he gave
crisp commarids.
“Get the gun out of the creek, girl.
And pick up that rifle over there.*
Then step behind me out of the
way.’’
Ruth did as she was told. Her
face was chalk-white, but she moved
lightly on her feet.
Norris groaned and sat up, hands
pressing against his bleeding head.
“You aimin’ to kill me?” he snarled
defiantly.
“I'm going to drag you back with
a rope round yore neck,” Gray an
swered. “Lee Chiswick will hang
you to a cottonwood.”
The eyes in the swarthy face of
the trapped man slid away from
Gray, to take in the tethered horses
and the brush that came close to
the camp. What he was think
ing could be easily guessed.
Ruth moved close to the man who
had rescued her.
“Let him go,” she begged in a
low, broken voice. “I—I can’t stand
any more.”
Jeff hid not look at her. His gaze
held fast to the prisoner. “No
chance,” he said. “He’s going back
with us to yore father. Go bring me
a rope from that saddle.”
“I’m afraid of him,” the girl
pleaded. “He’s—horrible. You don’t
know.”
“I can guess. Don’t worry about
him.” Jeff added, grimly. “He'll be
rubbed out plenty soon.”
The slitted eyes of Norris had
come back to them. He watched
the man and the woman warily,
“Without a gun and without a
horse’he couldn’t do us any harm,”
Ruth urged.
“You don’t turn rattlesnakes loose
because you’re afraid of them,”
Gray told her coldly. “You stomp
them out.”
“Yes, but—”
Norris dived for the brush, his
lithe body moving fast as a streak
of light. The gun in Gray’s hand
roared, and the bullet plowed into
the ground. For Ruth had struck
down his forearm and was clinging
to it with both hands. He tried to
free himself—flung the girl rough
ly away. The escaping man was in
the willows. Jeff could see and hear
the violent agitation of the young
sprouts. He fired at the place
twice, then plunged into the thicket
after the bandit.
For a hundred yards he followed
the fugitive. Abruptly he gave up
the chase. He could no longer hear
the rustling of foliage. Better get
back to the camp. The fellow might
hide, wait till he had passed, and
slip back to the horses.
Anger grew in Jeff Gray as he
swished back to the camp through
the willows. . By golden luck he had
found this villain’s camp and saved
Ruth from disaster. For some fool
woman's, reason she had interfered
to help him escape. With Sorley he
had ridden fifty miles to save her,
and for reward she made a fool of
him out of sheer caprice.
Pat Sorley burst oiit of the brush
just as Jeff reached the camp.
“I heard shots,” the line-rider
cried, then caught sight of Ruth
and stopped abruptly, staring at
her. "Glory be,' he found you.”
“Yes,” Ruth answered, and bit
her lip to keep down a sob.
Gray strode up to her. “What do
you mean by knocking down my
arm and hanging on to me?” he de
manded, a cold, contained rage in
his voice.
She swallowed a lump in her
throat. “I—couldn’t help it,” she
said meekly.
“Couldn’t help it. Don’t be a
fool.”
i coman t nave you kiu nim, alt
er—what I saw him do this after
noon.” She shuddered, seeing for a
moment the slack body of Kansas
Crumpling down to the ground.
“I don’t get this,” Sorley said,
looking from one to the other. ‘‘You
never in the wor-rld kept Gray from
killin’ this divil when he had a
chance?"
“That’s just what she did—
grabbed my arm and hung on while
he was making a break to get
away,” Jeff said bitterly. “It seems
he had become her dear friend dur
ing the day. Probably we butted in
where we weren’t wanted, Pat”
“Don’t say that!” Ruth cried.
“He’s an awful man—inhuman. I
never saw anyone like him. His
face—when he killed the other man
—was like that of a devil. If you
hadn’t come—”
Her big eyes met those of Gray
and shrank away.
"You hated him so much you
couldn't bear to have him ru^b^d
out,” Gray said with a curl of the
lip.
”1 didn’t want you or Father to
till him in cold blood while he was
unarmed,” she explained in a low
voice. “I saw him do that today
shoot down a poor man trying to
escape from him. Would I want
my friends to be like him?”
‘‘So you were thinking of us,”
Gray said, his drawl derisively in
sulting. “On our account you turned
him loose to kill eight or ten more
men. Nice the way you manage
our business. I hope Lee Chiswick
is as grateful to you as I am."
He turned his back on the girl and
spoke to Sorley. “Reckon we'd bet
ter get back to our own camp, Pat,
eat supper, and move down the
creek a ways. He might meet some
more wolves and come back to howl
at us.”
“Not likely, with him afoot and
unarmed. Still, it’s possible.”
“I’ll waik to camp,” Gray told
him. “Better saddle those broncs
and ride down.”
Without another word to Ruth, he
picked up the weapons of Norris
and departed.
Pat had stopped supper prepara
tions when he heard the shots far
ther up the creek, but presently he
had the coffee boiling and the ham
fried. Ruth sat near Pat, at a lit
tle distance from Gray, whose face
still showed no friendliness. Her
shoulders sagged. She felt very
“Don’t push on the reins, Morg.”
i
tired, was under a reaction from
great fear and excitement that left
her a rag.
While they ate their food and
drank their coffee the line-rider did
the talking for all three. He was
garrulously happy at the termina
tion of the adventure. Against all
likelihood their luck had stood up.
Eagerly he asked questions, and
got monosyllabic answers. After a
time he protested.
"Begorry, you’d think this was a
wake and not the luckiest hour of
the year,” he snorted. “We ought
to be thanking God you’re safe
again.”
“I am,” Ruth answered wearily.
“Ye don't look like it,” he retort
ed.
“I'm—tired out,” she said, in a
lifeless voice.
Looking at her shadowed eyes and
white haggard face, Sorley felt re
morse at his sharpness. “You’ll
have a good sleep tonight and be
rested tomorrow,” he said gently.
They packed, saddled, and rode
down the creek for A few miles.
Sorley chose for a campground a
little mesa three or four hundred
yards from the stream. No fire was
lit, and the night was cold, as Ari
zona nights in the high hills are
likely to be. Pat ma,de a bed of
pine boughs for Ruth and tucked
her up snugly in two blankets.
“One of us will be on guard all
night,” he explained to her. “Don’t
worry about a thing, but let go of
yoresilf and slip off to slape like a
good gir-rL”
She promised that she would, add
ing with a smile, "You’ve been aw
f’ly good to me, Pat.”
Sherm Howard was alone in the
house. He had spent the evening at
the Golden Nugget and had come
home to sleep, but he knew that
was not going to be possible for
many hours yet. He sat at a table,
a small coal-oil lamp at one corner
of it, looking down savagely at the
solitaire layout in front of him.
There was no pleasure for him in
the game. While he dealt and
played automatically, the undercur
rent of his mind was absorbed by
the difficulties confronting him.
A heavy gloom lay on his spirits.
He was in a jam and knew it. Fifty
times he had gone over the facts
anxiously looking for an out, and
he had not been able to find one. Un
til the situation had resolved itself
one way or another he could be
sure of nothing.
Howard came to an impasse in
the game, gathered up the cards,
and shuffled them. He started to
deal, but stopped with a card
po.oed. The outside door of the
house had opened a few inches.
Through the crack a pair of eyes
gleamed. Very little more of the
face could be seen, for the hat was
well pulled down and a bandanna
handkerchief covered the nose and
mouth.
Sherm Howard had time for a
moment of fervent regret. How had
he happened to forget to bolt the
door, with his forty-four lying in the
cupboard a long five yards away
from him?
The door opened farther and a
lithe body slid through the widened
crack into the room. The eyes of
the self-invited guest did not lift
from his host while a brown hand
closed the door and pushed home the
bolt,
Howard’s stomach sagged as if
from a weight of ice-cold lead. His
mouth went dry. The man standing
with his back to the door was Mor
gan Norris.
Norris grinned evilly. “Didn’t ex
pect me, did you, Sherm? Figured
some of yore boys had dry-gulched
me up in the hills. But 111 bet you
are real pleased to see yore old
friend.”
The fat man pulled himself to
gether. “What you doing here,
Morg?” he asked. “Don’t you
know this whole county is out look
in’ for you?”
“Including alj- Sherm Howard’s
willing lads. Sure 1 know it.” The
desperado limped forward. “But I
dropped in because I knew you’d
hate for me to pass through with
out thanking you for sicking the
boys on me."
The man was in bad physical con
dition. A blood-stained handkerchief
was tied around his head. Another
served as a bandage for his arm. He
looked travel-worn and haggard.
But he was undaunted. Never in
his wicked, ribald lifetime had he
seemed more master of the situa
tion. Howard expected that the fel
low had come to kill him. Morg
must have met one of the boys and
learned that Howard had thrown in
with his hunters.
“What’s all this crazy talk about
me sicking the boys on you?” How
ard asked. “You ought to know bet
ter than that. Fact is, you’ve played
the devil, Morg. I thought you had
more sense than to pull the dumb
thing you did. This country won't
stand for doing harm to women.
You ought to know that too.”
“Don’t preach at me,” Norris
snarled out of the corner of his
mouth. “Get me food, and water
to wash my wounds. But first off,
I want a drink.”
The heart of the big man lifted.
“Sure,” he said. “Surest thing you
know.”
He heaved himself out of the chair
and waddled across to the cupboard.
Beside the bottle lay the forty-four
he had unwarily separated himself
from when he reached the house.
This he pushed down between his
trouser-belt and shirt. The bottle
and a glass he brought back to the
man at the table.
Norris poured a large drink into
a tumbler. He held it in his hand
and slid a menacing look at his
host.
“I saw you get that gun,” he
said, lifting his upper lip in a jeer.
“Fixin’ to gun me if you get a
chance, you damned double-crosser.
Well, you don’t get it.” Norris raised
the glass. “Here’s to a short life
and a smoky end for traitors,
Sherm.”
He poured the liquor down at a
gulp.
Coldly Howard defended himself.
“Your information is not straight,
Morg. Where did you hear I had
turned against you?”
“I heard it from a ledge back of
Coal Creek,” Norris told him harsh
ly. “Yore boys were camped just
below. I heard ’em talk. Didn’t
know who they were at first. I
found out you’d sent them out to
get me, by crikes.”
“Why don’t you use your bean
to think with, Morg? Of course I
sent them after you. After you had
gone crazy, I had to make a bluff,
didn’t I? I had to make out we were
all hunting you to save our own
bacon. Talk about me throwing
down on you. What have you done
but throw down on every last one of
us?"
Howard spoke impatiently, irrita
bly. He wanted to talk the young
killer into a frame of mind less
deadly, and the best way to do this
was to put him in the wrong.
“What you mean, throw down on
you?” the fugitive asked sulkily.
“You know what I mean, Morg.
When you. took that girl with you
to the hills you set this whole dis
trict ablaze against us as well as
you because we are your friends.”
“Lou ran off with her first,” Nor
ris said.
“With her own consent That’s
different. Where is the girl, Morg?
What did you do with her?”
“I didn’t do a thing,” Norris
growled. "Are you aiming to fix
me up some food? Or ain’t you?”
“Don’t push on the reins, Morg. 1
asked you a question."
Norris gave information, very re
luctantly, for what he had to tell
hurt his inordinate vanity. “I turned
her over to that double-crossing son
of-a-gun who calls himself Jeff
Gray,” he said.
The opaque eyes of the big man
rested on him. “Tell it to me,
Morg,” he ordered.
“I’ll tell it while you make me
some supper,” Norris told him.
“Me, I could eat a government
mail-sack. Haven't seen grub for
nearly two days.”
The young desperado helped him
self to a second drink, then sat
down and pulled off his boots. He
was careful not to turn his back to
Howard. Sherm began to knock to
gether some food, always with his
eye on the other.
Norris told the story of what had
occurred, edited in such a way as
to protect his self-conceit. He said
that three men had attacked him
at his camp in Wild Horse basin and
that he had fought them until the
revolver was shot from his hand.
He had made his getaway on foot.
“You didn’t walk all the way from
Wild Horse,” Howard said, after he
had broken a fourth egg into a fry
ing-pan.
“Most of the way.” The outlaw
looked down at his swollen feet.
High-heeled cowboy boots are not
made for walking, and he had been
tortured cruelly during the long
hours of tramping. “I roped a bronc
at Walker’s in the night and found
a saddle in the stable. Most of the
day I lay holed up in the rocks.”
“What with yore wounds and all
you must have had a hell of a
time,” Howard suggested.
The young man looked at him,
fury in his eyes. “I’m sayin’ so.”
“If they shot yore gun from yore
hand, I reckon you’re not armed,”
Sherm said, very casually.
The killer watched him through
slitted lids. “Don’t you bank on
that, 'Sherm,” he drawled, his
words dripping warning.
Howard said lightly, “I was think
ing I’d have to fix you up with a
gun if you had lost yore own.”
What he had been thinking was that
if Norris was unarmed, he could
pump lead into him and take the
credit for killing the man.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Chinese Elm Is Good for Rapid Growth;
Tree Thrives Throughout United States
Whenever a tree is to be set out,
the careful gardener takes plenty of
time for thought. For there is some
thing permanent about this type of
planting in which mistakes are in
tensified rather than obliterated by
time, states a writer in the Phila
delphia Record.
Need often is felt for something
fast-growing to relate a new house
to its location or to give quick
shade, screening or protection from
wind. Too often poplars are se
lected because they come along
quickly. Time, however, soon re
veals their undesirably vast and
greedy root systems, while a row
rarely gets established before one
or another of the trees dies, spoil
ing the looks of the whole.
The Chinese elm (Ulnus parvifo
lia) has none of those drawbacks,
but it does grow quickly. Indeed,
it is a matter of record that one
young tree grew to 28 feet in 3
years, that a 4-foot specimen
reached 40 feet in 5 years and a
6-footer in 4 years attained 30 feet.
Although native to northern and
central China, Korea and Japan,
the Chinese elm thrives throughout
the United States, eventually grow
I ing to 45 feet. It develops a broad.
round head and in maturity is as
graceful as a cutleaf birch and quite
as hardy as the oak. It is good not
only for the suburban lawn, but fqr
street planting in the city as well,
since it can withstand soot and gas.
Drouth resistance was revealed
as another attribute during the se
vere dry spell of 1936. Where new
ly planted weeping willows, Lom
bardy poplars and cutleaf birches
succumbed,- the Chinese elm came
through triumphantly.
To obtain maximum speed and
development and a deep green color
in the foliage, feed the tree yearly
with a well-balanced plant food. Ei
ther early spring or late summer is
a good season.
Columbus’ View of Porto Bico
Christopher Columbus had the
right idea about Porto Rico, Amer
ica's island possession at the gate
way to the Caribbean. Returning
to Spain from his second voyage to
the new world in 1493, it is recorded,
he excitedly told the queen about the
little island of Porto Rico. She
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WHAT to EAT and WHY
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Food Fads and Fallacies
Nationally Known Food Authority Explains
How They May Endanger Health
By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS
6 East 39th St.. New York City.
AS SCIENCE and civilization have progressed, painstaking
investigators have sought to replace ignorance with
knowledge, to substitute truth for superstition. But in spite
of their efforts, our eating habits are still influenced by a
multitude of food fads and fancies, which should have no
place in this enlightened age. «
Some of these are harmless;
others may endanger health. And
the homemaker must learn to
distinguish between fact and
fancy.
Fish Is Not a Brain Food
One of the most persistent
fallacies is the notion that
certain kinds of food are es
pecially beneficial for certain
parts of the body. Many peo
ple believe that fish is a brain
food and celery a nerve tonic. Let
tuce is thought to be a soporific.
None of these things is true.
The idea regarding fish probably
arose because fish contains phos
phorus and the
brain also contains
phosphorus. How
simple it would be
if one could in
crease brain power
merely by eating
fish. Unfortunate
ly, there is nothing
to it! The brain,
like other parts of
the body, requires
a balanced diet. IMO
case has ever been reported of a
man soothing the irritated nerves
of his wife by feeding her celery.
And as for lettuce, it is a fine
source of minerals, vitamins and
gentle roughage, but it does not
contain any narcotic drug that in
duces sleep.
Not Necessary to Sip Milk
Another false idea is the wide
spread notion that milk must be
sipped slowly or it will be difficult
to digest. This has been refuted
by a widely known investigator
who made many tests. One day
he fed a man a pint of milk in
10 seconds. The next day the same
man was fed the same amount of
milk in 10 minutes. On both oc
casions the contents of the stom
ach were examined a half hour
later.
It was discovered that the milk
which was drunk in 10 seconds
had formed smaller curds than the
milk which was sipped in 10 min
utes. And in both cases, the curds
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Water With Meals?
It is widely held that water
should not be taken with meals,
the argument being that it dilutes
the gastric juice and thus inter
feres with digestion. This sounds
logical and many people have
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—★—
— Danger of Half Truths
The most insidious food falla
cies are those which contain some
portion of truth—for example, the
belief that cooked fruit is more
wholesome than raw fruit. It is
true that cooking increases the di
gestibility of some fruits and also
has a sterilizing effect. On the
other hand, most fruits are easily
digested in the raw state, are
more palatable and richer in vita
mins.
A widespread belief which has a
small portion, but only a small
portion of truth, is that whole
wheat bread is vastly superior to
white bread. Whole wheat bread
contains more minerals, vitamins
and roughage than white bread.
But the minerals and vitamins
lacking in white bread can easily
be supplied by other common
foods, and there is no justification
for going to the extreme of omit
ting white bread entirely from the
diet.
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Fad Diets Lack Balance
Far more harmful than the fal
lacies regarding individual foods
are the fad diets constantly put
forth by those who seek to ex
ploit the homemaker’s desire for
dietetic knowledge.
—★—
Foods Not Incompatible
A fad diet which has gained a
large number of adherents in re
cent years is based on the notion
that certain foods — notably
starches and proteins—are incom
patible and should not be con
sumed at the same meal because
they cannot be digested at the
same time. It is interesting to
note that this fad has been con
demned by the medical profession
and that a physician of the high
est standing has proved clinically
that starches and proteins do not
interfere with one another in the
stomach.
The fallacy of this theory is fur
ther appreciated when one real
izes that there are few pure pro
teins or pure carbohydrates, most
“foods containing varying propor
tions of protein, carbohydrate and
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fat. Such foods as dried peas and
beans and whole graih cereals
contain a substantial percentage
of both starch and protein.
Dangers of Fasting
Fasting is urged by some fad
dists as a means of “detoxifying”
the body. Advocates of this prac
tice claim that it is nature’s meth
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Put your faith only in estab
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4- WRITE THE NAME AND ADDRESS OF THE GROCER FROM WHOM YOU
PURCHASED YOUR FLA-VOR-AID. (This Is Important.)
S. Sign TOUR Nam* and Addratt plainly.
t. Mall your entry to tha JEL SERT COMPANY,
1020 S. Control Park Ava., Chicago, III., not latar
than Wadnaiday, Juno 15th, 1930.
You may sand in as many antrlas as you daslra, but
aach antry must ba attachad to a wrappar from a
package of FLA-VOR-AID or facsimile.
All entries become tha property of tha JEL SERT CO.
and tha decision of tha fudges Is final. In casa of
ties, duplicate prises will ba awarded to both con
testants and grocers.
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THE JEL SERT COMPANY. CHICAGO. ILLINOIS
JEL-SERT
FLA-VOR-AID
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