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SYNOPSIS
Billy Wheeler, wealthy young cattle
man, arrives at the 94 ranch, summoned
by his friend Horse Dunn, Its elderly
and quick-tempered owner, because of a
mysterious murder. Billy is in love with
Dunn's niece Marian, whom he has not
seen for two years. She had rejected his
suit and is still aloof. Dunn's ranch is
surrounded by enemies. Including Link
Bender, Pinto Halliday and Sam Cald
well, whom he has defeated in his efforts
to build a cattle kingdom. Dunn directs
his cow hands. Val Douglas. Tulare Cal
lahan and others to search for the killer's
horse. He explains to Billy that the morn
ing before he had come upon bloodstained
ground at Short Creek and found the trail
of a shod and unshod horse. The shod
horse's rider had been killed. The body
had disappeared. Link Bender had ar
rived at the scene and read the signs the
way he had. Dunn reveals that because
of a financial crisis the ranch may be in
Jeopardy; his enemies may make trouble
since Sheriff Walt Amos is friendly with
them. He says he has asked Old Man
Coffee, the country’s best trailer, to join
them. Dunn and Billy meet Amos, Link
Bender, his son “the Kid” and Cayuse
Cayetano. an Indian trailer, at Short
Creek. Bender has found the slain man's
horse, but the saddle is missing. Almost
supernaturally. cattle attracted to the
scene by the blood-stained ground, stamp
out all the traces. Dunn is angered
when Amos tells him not to leave the
county. Following an argument. Bender
draws his gun. but Dunn wounds him
in the arm. Back at the ranch Old Man
Coffee arrives, with a pack of hounds.
Coffee goes in search of the dead man's
saddle. Dunn tells Billy that Marian is
incensed at him for trying to settle
disputes by bloodshed. He reveals that
the ranch is really hers, also that he
recently sold his own ranch in Arizona
and that his partner, Bob Flagg, is en
route with the money. Billy accompanies
Marian on a ride to Short Creek. “Kid"
Bender, now a deputy, rides up. They
have an argument.
CHAPTER III—Continued
Kid Bender’s quirt-marked hand
flashed to his gun. For the second
time in two days Wheeler forgot
his own unaccustomed weapon. The
horses were neck to neck, facing
each other, and now Wheeler, slam
ming the rowels into his own pony,
grabbed at the spade bit of Kid
Bender’s horse.
Kid Bender’s gun exploded sky
ward as the Kid’s horse reared
straight up. driven over backwards
by the plunge of Wheeler’s pony
against the cruel bit. For an in
stant Bender’s pony fought for its
balance on its hind legs. Then to
gether horse and man went down.
Wheeler whirled his pony aside;
and now he drew at last, and turned
the muzzle of his cocked gun up
ward, ready.
Bender’s horse struggled up and
bolted, bucking against the loosened
saddle; but the man lay quiet where
he had gone down.
CHAPTER IV
Val Douglas, wagon boss for the
94, leaned against the red rock fire
place of the main room of the ranch
house, and looked at Billy Wheeler
without admiration. “Now you've
done it," he said; “oh, you’ve done
it now, all right!”
“I won’t ask you what you’d have
done in my place," Wheeler said,
“because I don’t give u hoot. But
I’ll say this—if you had done much
differently it would be because
you’re a worse fool than 1 thought.”
It was many hours now since Billy
Wheeler had upset Kid Bender’s
horse, pinning that newly-made
deputy sheriff under the saddle; the
I long peculiarly lucid twilight of the
Red Hills country now lay cool and
lingering upon the range. But re
port of the clash with Kid Bender
had been delayed by Horse Dunn’s
absence.
Horse Dunn and his wagon boss
had now heard the story of the or
der Kid Bender had given Wheeler,
and Wheeler’s refusal; and of how
the Kid had tried to trick Wheeler
into glancing away while he drew.
There had been a bad moment for
Wheeler after he had overthrown
the Kid’s horse, for at first Kid
Bender had looked as if he might
be dead, saddle - crushed by his
fallen mount.
Kid Bender, though, had come to
with only a broken leg and a dirty
crack on the head to show. And
Pinto Halliday, shifty-eyed, lanky,
had appeared from the Short Creek
cuts to take Kid Bender off of
Wheeler’s embarrassed hands. Hal
liday, it appeared, was another
newly-made deputy. Evidently he
had been the other half of the Short
Creek patrol.
“No show-off play like that ever
does any good,” Douglas said. “It
only stacks trouble onto plenty we
already got.”
At the window Horse Dunn stirred
impatiently. “Understand this,
Val,” he said. "Billy done just
what I would have done in a like
case. I’ll back Billy’s play to the
limit, and that goes for any other
play he wants to make!”
“Sure,” said Douglas. "What else
can we do?”
Wheeler sat up, angering again.
"Now just a minute!”
Horse Dunn whirled. “Cut it out,”
he snapped. “Val, that was Old
Man Coffee just come in; go take
care of his horse, and see that
there’s grub laid out at the cook
shack.”
When Val Douglas had gone out
Billy Wheeler's anger lef. him.
“He's mostly right. Horse,” he said.
Horse Dunn bristled and his voice
rose to its familiar roar. "All I’m
sorry for is you didn’t kill the little
sneak! If I had a couple more rid
ers with enough guts in their bellies
to—" His thunder subsided; Wheel
er noticed how all the hard Are
went out of this old man in the
presence of his niece. Marian Dunn
sat relaxed at the other window,
her eyes in the far hills, and her
profile was as motionless as if she
were carved of cream-colored mar
ble. Billy Wheeler had that day
seen horror and antipathy in her
eyes after he had downed Kid Bend
er; and he no longer wondered why
Horse Dunn lost spirit sometimes
when she was there.
Horse Dunn mumbled in obscure
apology. “We’re right sorry. Things
sometimes go like this. But some
times we can’t help it if they do. If
only Bob Flagg would get here—”
Marian Dunn gave no sign of hav
ing heard, and there was an awk
ward silence. Then Old Man Coffee
came stalking across from the cor
rals, dropped a saddle from his hip
to the gallery floor, and let himself
in.
“Val Douglas says that Billy
Wheeler, here, stirred up a little
extra hell today,” he said without
preliminaries.
Horse Dunn grunted, and Wheeler
briefly explained to the old lion
hunter what had happened.
“Well," Old Man Coffee said, ”1
reckon Marian can testify she seen
him go for his gun.”
Marian did not verify this. After
a moment Horse Dunn said, “I sup
pose you didn’t find anything, or
you’d be saying so.”
“I’d sure like to catch up with
that Cayuse Cayetano,” Coffee said.
“Ilow’d You Lay Hands
on That?'*
“Today I seen him riding a horse
to death, some northward, toward
the Rod Sleep. I’d sure like to know
what he was at.”
“You worry plenty about that In
dian, don't you? If—”
“He knows too much, too soon,”
Coffee complained. “Why wasn’t
he promoting the Short Crick trails,
like me? Something funny about
this Cayuse, Horse."
“So you lost out,” Horse accused
him.
Old Man Coffee eased himself
onto the most uncomfortable chair
in the room, and there draped him
self angularly. “If there’s anything
in the world makes me mad,” he
said morosely, “it’s a cussed fool
hound.”
The droop-eared old lion dog
which had followed Coffee in looked
at him mournfully, and flopped to
the floor with a great rattle of el
bows, but made no remark. “I set
out to trail the killer’s horse,” Cof
fee went on. “I took down-crick;
Rock seeking the trail where it
come out of the water. Pretty soon
he says he’s got it, and sets up a
beiler, and away we go, inching
along about two miles an houh. That
fool hound takes anyway six, eight
miles, all the time hollering just
as confident as if he knew what he
was at.”
Old Man Coffee crammed cut plug
into an ancient pipe, the bowl of
which was carved to represent
hearts and flowers.
"Well?” Dunn demanded at last.
“All this time," Coffee said, "I
hadn’t been able to make out a de
cent track; but I was getting kind
of suspicious because of the way
the trail wandered around. Then fi
nally we come on a soft place,
where I could see plain. And it was
the wrong trail.”
“I thought this dog couldn’t be
fooled,” Dunn grunted.
“He was sure fooled this time.
The trail your wagon boss showed
me was off a cup-hoofed pony; the
hoofs showed nail splits. But old
Rock took after a pony that was
flat-footed as a duck—his feet wore
down right onto the frog.”
"So,” Horse Dunn said, “you end
ed up empty-handed, same as us
ordinary folks!”
“Not altogether and complete, '
Coffee reported. “Rock quit cold—
wouldn’t work no more. But I took
and unraveled the other trail by
hand.” He stepped out onto the gal
lery and came back with the saddle,
which he now threw down among
them in a tangle of broken strap
page. “There,” he said casually,
"is the death saddle you was in
quiring after.”
Billy Wheeler heard Marian’s
breath jerk through her teeth. In
the failing light her eyes looked sur
prisingly dark.
“Good Lord!” said Dunn. “How'd
you lay hands on that?”
“Why, I followed the trail of the
dead man's horse, until I come to
the place he rolled loose from it.
How’d you suppose?”
Horse Dunn had dropped to his
knees beside the saddle. None of
them had realized how deep the
room was in twilight until it was
brightened by the flare of the match
he struck. For a long moment
Horse Dunn studied the old worn
leather, until the flame burned to
his finger tips and went out. He
stood up slowly. “You know that
saddle?”
“No,” said Wheeler. “Do you?”
Behind Horse Dunn’s shaggy face
the muscles were stiffening slowly,
so that although his features re
mained in some sense a mask, his
eyes presently began to gleam with
the white heat of the anger which
he could not repress. “Yes,” he
said.
Yet he did not immediatelj an
swer their unspoken question. He
turned to the window again, and for
a little while stood looking out as if
he could not yet trust himself to
speak. Out behind the barns. Cof
fee’s five other hounds were churn
ing the quiet twilight with mourn
ful bellowings, and for a little while
they all seemed to be listening to
that. Then Marian got up and went
quietly from the room, and for once
her uncle seemed glad to have her
go.
“Here they’re setting out to put
the hooks to me,” Horse Dunn said
at last—“hunting a strangle holt on
my brand. And it’s a shameful
thing that this should come onto us
because somebody rubbed out may
be the most worthless character
that ever rode the Red Hills range.”
“You know the name?” said Old
Man Coffee.
“What’s his name matter?” Horse
Dunn exploded. “His name was Lon
Magoon—and what of it? A cow
thief—in a small, cheap way. He’d
go around on different ranges, and
he’d steal a beef here, and another
there; skin ’em and sell ’em to
some butcher a hundred miles away
for half price.”
“Horse,” said Coffee, “who would
have killed this man?”
“Anybody!” Horse Dunn roared.
“Any cowman with enough guts to
rub out a cow thief! I ought to’ve
killed him myself last time I caught
him with the carcass of a 94 cow!”
“Did you know he was operating
on this range?”
“What’s the difference if I did or
not? We know it now. Billy, you
take that saddle, and kick it under
my bunk!”
“You better turn it in to the sher
iff, Horse,” Coffee said. “You’ll be
suppressing evidence if you keep it
here.”
“Damned if I will!” Horse Dunn
said. “All they want is to hang
this thing on the 94—on me. You
think I called you in to help ’em?
No, by God!”
Tulare Callahan was a small man,
very wiry, with a cheerfully hard
face. He had relieved Steve Hur
ley, who for three days had kept
an eye on the state of affairs at the
county seat of Inspiration, and he
now came roaring into the 94 lay
out in Horse Dunn’s heavy old tour
ing car. He was grinning with the
delight of an action-hungry man
who smells smoke at last.
‘T hear Billy Wheeler like to mur
dered a guy," said he.
"Billy Wheeler slapped Kid Bend
er with a horse,” Dunn said. "You
come all the way back here to
tell us that?”
"I thought maybe you might
w'ant to hear the upshot,” Tulare
said. “The sheriffs coming out to
get Wheeler, either tonight or first
thing in the morning. He’s going
to throw him in the jug.”
"What’s the charge agaiost
Billy?” Horse asked.
"Assault with a deadly weapon.”
"Billy didn't assault him with
anything!”
"The heck he didn’t,” Old Man
Coflee put in. "Didn’t he hurl the
Kid’s horse at him?”
"The town is full of small-time
cowmen and their professional calf
thieves,” Tulare reported. "Seems
like every guy in the country that
has it in for the 94 is swarming into
Inspiration. I bet there’s 20 guys
that’s tried to get themselves made
deputies. If Walt Amos called for a
posse he could easy raise a hundred
men."
"So they figure to arrest Billy
Wheeler,” Dunn said.
"They can't hold him,” Coflee
said. "I suppose Kid Bender will
run in Pinto Halliday as a witness,
and they’ll all lie to beat the cards.
But what good will it do ’em? Mar
ian was there. Billy’s got a witness
that can make a fool of ’em in any
court in the world.”
Marian Dunn said, almost under
her breath but very clearly, "I
can’t testify.”
Horse Dunn looked startled.
“What’s that?” he demanded.
“I didn’t see anything,” Marian
said. “I don't know how the fight
started. Billy just suddenly jumped
his horse at the other horse, and
it went over backward. That’s all
1 saw.”
Horse Dunn turned to her. He
seemed puzzled, but very quiet.
“Marian,” he said, "didn’t you
hear Billy tell what happened?
How Kid Bender went for his gun?”
The girl said, “Yes, I heard him.”
'Tve known Billy Wheeler since
he had to shin up a horse’s leg tc get
on^ You think he’d lie to us here?”
“No; I didn’t say I thought he
lied.”
"Then what’s to stop you from
backing him up?”
In the girl’s eyes showed some
thing Billy Wheeler had never seen
there before. Her face was as gen
tle and lucid as the face of a child;
but though her eyes were troubled
there was a sober strength behind
them as immutable in its way as
the rocky will of Horse Dunn.
“I can’t swear to something I
didn’t see.”
Horse Dunn looked at her, then
turned away and let his hands fall
in a gesture of utter futility. His
eyes turned to Billy Wheeler. “You
see?” he said. “You see?”
Old Man Coffee broke the awk
ward pause. "Look here,” he said.
“There’s something about this I
don’t get. Yesterday you shot Link
Bender through the arm, Horse,
right before the sheriff’s eyes. Noth
ing comes of that. How is it the
sheriff lets that pass, yet jumps in
with both feet the minute Billy
Wheeler raises his hand in self de
fense?”
“You want to know the answer?”
Horse Dunn demanded. “He didn’t
take me because he hasn’t got the
guts to take me. What, haul me in
on a charge like that? He knows it
can’t be done! What he fails to al
low for now is that the 94 will
back Billy Wheeler just the same as
if he’d been here all his life.
When he finds that out you’ll see
him drop back!"
“I’m not so sure,” said Old Man
Coffee again.
“You’re not sure? Look at it,
man!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
“Skin” Divers Still Seek Pearls in
California Gulf; Suit Is Introduced
Diving for pearls in the Gulf of
Lower California is carried on by
“skin” divers in the same way in
which their ancestors sought for
pearls in the days long before the
Spanish conquest. Doubtless the
pearls, "big as pigeon eggs,” that
were found among the jade and
gold ornaments in the tomb of an
Indian chief opened at Monte Alban
during 1931, were taken from the
waters of this gulf, observes a writ
er in the New York Times. In re
cent years pearls found in these
waters have equaled those found at
Monte Alban in beauty but not in
size.
The divers, armed only with a
knife, descend feet first to a dis
tance about twice their own height,
therf turn and swim to the bottom.
Some can stay submerged for two
to three minutes at a depth of
about 100 feet, but the average div
er does not remain under water
for more than a minute at a time.
It is a hazardous life, for not only
is there extreme physical hardship
but also constant danger from
sharks and octopuses.
The physical hardship has brought
about the introduction of a simple
diving suit that not only allows the
diver a longer time to gather oyster
shells but lessens the danger of
paralysis. Too, sharks are more
easily eluded by the man in a
diver’s suit. But these suits are
relatively expensive and boys most
of en start as "skin” divers. Any
day may bring wealth to the diver,
so there is a certain elan in the air
that is felt through the time when
diving brings merely a bare liv
ing.
Mexican government experts are
supervising the propagation of pearl
oysters in the bay near La Paz.
It takes years for the tiny granule
of sand or parasite which is the
base of the pearl to be coated with
nacre by the oyster The value
of the pearl depends upon its sym
metry, luster and tint.
Not All Germs Harmful
Only 100 of the 2,000 known kinds
of bacteria and germs are harmful
to mankind; the other 1,900 are neo
essary to life.
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Flu May Follow
Common Cold
By
DR. JAMES W. BARTON
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
AS MEDICAL students we
l were taught that influen
za or flu was due to a cer
tain little organism or bacil
lus called the bacillus of
Pfeiffer, after its discoverer.
During the flu epidemic of 1918, it
was found that a number of indi
Dr. Barton
viduals who did not
suffer with flu had
this bacillus or or
ganism in their
throats. Today many
physicians believe
that more than one
organism may cause
the common cold
and give rise to the
usual symptoms of
sneezing, running
nose, increased
pulse and tempera
ture and a feeling
or tiredness.
However, when a case goes on to
extreme prostration and greatly in
creased temperature, it is believed
due to the organisms of another
ailment entering in, such as that of
flu, pneumonia, bronchopneumonia
or others.
Cold Leaves the Door Open.
Thus someone has said that the
common cold when it enters the
system leaves the door open which
so interferes with the defenses of
the nose and throat that they can’t
stop these other organisms from
entering. It would seem that very
often the first ailment to follow a
simple or common cold is the flu.
and the flu so prostrates the indi
vidual during the first few days that
these other organisms, often al
ready present in the body, are able
to fight off the natural defenses and
manufacture the poisons which
cause the serious symptoms that fol
low.
During the 1918 epidemic it was
my privilege to be senior medical
officer of a military base hospital of
800 beds. At the end of the first
week of the epidemic we had to in
stall extra beds in wards and in
the corridors to accomodate the
large number of flu patients.
Fortunately most of the patients
came to us directly from their units,
remained a few days, and made a
good recovery. But many patients
who remained on their feet for the
first two or three days of the flu,
then reported sick to their own med
ical officer and were then sent
on to us, had or developed serious
complications during their stay with
us—pneumonia and bronchopneumo
nia.
One must get off his feet and to
bed immediately when attacked by
a severe cold or the flu.
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Safe Method of Reducing.
There are a great many individu
als who, while not really fat, know
that they are carrying ten to fifteen
more pounds than they should to
have comfort and proper working
ability. They naturally dislike the
idea of going on any one of the
special diets, but would be willing
to follow in a general way a system
that would take off the surplus
weight over a period of six months
to a year.
Sometimes it is enough for them
to know what classes of foods to
avoid and what classes to eat. Thus
cutting down on highly nutritious or
high caloric foods—sugar, potatoes,
bread, butter, cream, egg-yolks—
and increasing the less nutritious or
low caloric foods—cabbage, cauli
flower, skimmed milk, fresh fruits,
and green vegetables—is all that
is needed to bring about the re
quired reduction in weight.
As far as meat, fish, eggs (pro
teins) are concerned at least one
helping of meat or fish should be
eaten daily to maintain the “struc
ture” of the body. Thus the reducing
diet should include lean meat, eggs
and soft cheers (which supply pro
tein and are at the same time not
too high in fuel value) and small
amounts of a few carbohydrate or
starch foods such as bread, pota
toes and very simple desserts.
Fats should be almost entirely
avoided because their fuel or food
value is more than twice that of
protein or starch foods.
However, even if fats and
starches are cut down and fruits
and leafy vegetables increased, the
proteins (meat, eggs, fish) must be
increased not only for their “stay
ing” power, and for maintaining
body structure but also because pro
tein foods make a “fast burning”
fire in the system, greatly increas
ing the heat, and burning up sur
! plus tissue such as fat. Hence a
; person would lose weight faster on
a diet containing an insufficient
amount of food but with a greater
amount of proteins in proportion to
fats and starches because the meat
| and eggs “burn” more fiercely.
This doesn’t mean that a “great”
i amount of extra meat or eggs
should be eaten because many over
I weights may have the early symp
| toms of high blood pressure or kid
I ney conditions.
Research physicians doing special
work on obesity or overweight,
while advising almost a complete
avoidance of fat foods, advise that
“some” starch foods be eaten ev
ery day.
Fine Feathers for Three
^EW YOUK-OWN wouldn't be
^ your weather prophet for the
world, but you know, Milady, and
so does S-Y-O, that it’s always fair
weather when good fashions get to
gether. Which brings us to today’s
three sparkling new frocks—a
whole crowd of style for the pretty
part of any man’s family.
A Fun Frock.
Rain, nor gloom, nor a flat tire
(either kind), can dampen the spir
its of the girl who wears this buoy
ant, young sports frock (above
left) on her daily rounds—be they
on the fairway, the campus, behind
the counter, or merely from pillar
to post. You can easily see why it’s
a winner: a button-all-the-way
front, the matched collar and gen
eral shipshape styling make it just
that. It’s surefire in acetate, or silk
crepe.
Here’s to Mothers.
Sew-Your-Own loves nothing
more than catering to mother’s
wardrobe needs. The frock above
(center) is for all mothers: old
sweet ones, young darling ones,
yes, even for mothers-to-be. It is
easy to run up, easy to do up, and
best of all, easy to look at. Smart
simple lines make it a favorite of
women who demand more than a
passable appearance when they’re
“just at home.”
Little Brown Girl.
An all-over suntan is her forte,
and many sunny days are ahead
for young Miss Fortunate whose
mommy chooses to interpret the
fetching model at the right. A
scallop-edged waist front accentu
ated by frou-frou trim is right
down her avenue, and a gored
skirt, that’s second to none for
class, fits into her scheme of things
to a T. Mother, why not make one
dressy version, as pictured, anoth
er finished differently for school?
(Perhaps with a simple braid
trim) Rayon prints, gingham, or
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Early Tourist Camps
The idea of tourist campa prob
ably had its inception in the car
avansary which was a structure
for the accommodation of travel
ers in eastern countries. Cooking
quarters were provided and stor
age space for the property and
merchandise of the traveler.
The caravansaries were located
on important routes and were
built by rulers or wealthy individ
uals as public benefactions or else
were a municipal enterprise. They
remained open from dawn until
night and had caretakers. Small,
unfurnished sleeping rooms were
provided and a space for the
beasts of burden.
sheer wool, will do nicely as the
material.
Pattern 1249 is designed for sizes
14 to 20 (32 to 42 bust). Size 16 re
quires 4V4 yards of 39 inch ma
terial.
Pattern 1207 is designed for sizes
34 to 50. Size 36 requires 414 yards
of 35 inch material. With long
sleeves 4% yards of 39 inch ma
terial.
Pattern 1366 is designed for sizes
6 to 14 years. Size 8 requires 2%
yards of 39-inch material plus 1%
yards of machine pleating.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
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RECREATE!
'F'HE leisure time period con
* tributes most to the develop
ment of the individual. It has
been said, “What we earn while
at work we put into our pockets,
and what we spend during our
leisure time we put into our char
acter.” Our occupations are tend
ing to become more and more
specialized and one-sided. So
much of the time we are using
only one part of our body or mind,
allowing the other parts to de
teriorate through disuse. There
is great need, therefore, for our
leisure-time activities to provide
opportunities for developing those
faculties which remain inactive
during the working period and
thus build a more all-around in
dividual.
Active recreation, such as
sports, games, dramatics and
singing, develops powers of self
expression, of individuality, of
initiative and of decision whicl
many occupations tend to stifle
They provide a beneficial outlel
for our natural demand for plaj
and help to form certain desir
able habits of perseverance,
pluck, quick thinking, self-re
straint and co-operation.
Fair play learned in games
makes it easier to live a clean,
courageous and generous life.
Group activities also render serv
ice to the individual by pro
moting his happiness and de*
creasing his loneliness.
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LIFE’S LIKE THAT By Fred Neher
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