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CHAPTER XII—Continued
—14—
He was trying to guess who the
second man could be. Vaguely he
was thinking of the green eyes of
Rufe Deane, watching Marian as
she testified against the Bender fac
tion at the Inspiration hearing. He
knew that there was nothing behind
the embittered man which would
prevent his firing upon the girl—if
a reason for such an act could be
conceived. But still he could think
of no explanation for the firing of
that other distant gun.
Abruptly he turned and went back
to the fire. Marian was sitting up
trying to press the redness from her
eyes; she seemed steady again.
“Sorry,” she said.
“I’ve got to go on up the canyon,”
he told her.
“I thought you said Magoon
wouldn't stop there, now.”
He told her, shortly, of the dis
tant report of the gun.
“But who could it be?”
“I, don’t know. But—I’ve got to
go up and see.”
“I’m ready to start,” Marian said.
“Ready—?”
“I'm going to go where you go."
He considered a moment. She
looked tired, and there was a long
hour of rough travel between them
and the hidden cabin. But he sup
posed she would not want to try
to wander back through the dark
alone; nor could he, against her
will, leave her to imagine horrors
in the dark. The hard twist of his
mouth turned a shade more grim.
“Very well,” he said. “But you’re
going to be a little tired before the
night’s over, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t care anything about
that.”
To a tired rider a trail can unroll
Interminably ahead; much worse is
a trail on foot, forever upward into
increasing dark. To a walker ac
customed to the saddle one mile
seems ten. It could not have been
more than three miles to the ancient
shack at the head of the gulch, but
they climbed continually; and the
twist of the dry stream lengthened
the miles. He knew that often Mar
ian was trying to conceal from him
the laboring of her breath in the
high air. It must have seemed to
the girl that she plodded and stum
bled all night long through that up
hill sand, while Wheeler’s long
stride led out relentlessly. She
could not know how much he slowed
his pace for her.
The broad canyon narrowed and
steepened until it was a twisting
gorge between vast black walls. The
going became steeper, and the sand
shelves ended; the dead stream was
an interminable staircase of ledges
and tumbles of rock.
They had traveled an intermina
ble time before Wheeler whispered
to her, “We’ve got to be quieter
now.’’ And still they went on, climb
ing a long way.
He was moving slowly and very
cautiously when at last he turned
off and worked his way up a gravel
ly slide of stone; then forward
through twisting juniper that clung
to the steep land. He stopped,
gripped her shoulder, thrust her
downward to her knees.
“What—” »
He stopped her whisper wnh a
quick hand over her mouth; but
directly ahead, not a dozen paces
away, she was answered by the sud
den long snort of a pony. He was
peering through the juniper; her
eyes followed his, straining in the
canyon’s black shadows. What he
was looking at took form in the
darkness, and without moving
seemed to appear suddenly all at
once. With a shock she saw that
they were not fifteen steps away
from a small ruined shanty set
hard against an overhanging wall of
stone.
The shack at the head of the gulch
was windowless, and its door was
open into blackness. Beside it, tied
some yards apart, were the horse
which had snorted, and a second
animal that might have been either
a horse or a mule.
Wheeler backed away, drawing
her after him, foot by foot. Fifty
yards away in the shelter of the
rocks he made her sit down. No
sound came from above except the
uneasy shifting of the ponies’ feet;
and Wheeler permitted himself a
deep breath of relief. She could
hardly hear his whisper in the dark:
“I didn’t remember it was so
close.”
"Is he there?”
“Someone’s there, or the horses
would be gone. Wait here.”
Slowly Wheeler made his way up
ward again over the rocks, through
the juniper scrub. Walking upright,
but very quietly, he circled and ap
proached along the rock wall, until
his hands found the side of the cabin
itself. He pressed an ear against the
rough timber, and listened for long
minutes. But he could hear nothing,
not even the drawing of a breath.
He took out his knife and cut a
plume of brush. Standing close
against the corner of the cabin he
struck a match and set the brush
aflame. He swung an arm around
the corner of the cabin and threw
the lighted brush through the open
door.
Crouching low, he moved ten
paces from the cabin and circled
slowly, watching the lighted door
way.
He could see the blazing brush
on the cabin’s floor of hard-packed
earth, and no hand moved to put it
out. Behind the flame the cabin’s
interior was barren; he made out
an ancient brush jacket hung
against the wall, the three-legged
ruin of a crude table, the black
shadow of a bunk. Someone was
here—should be here; but if the
fugitive had been in the cabin he
would have thrown a blanket over
that torch by now. Wheeler won
dered if the man was behind him,
or drawing a bead on him from
above.
As he circled a high-heeled boot
came into view upon the cabin floor.
That boot was unnatural; it was ly
ing on its side, yet not on its side—
tilted up a little upon its toe. When
he saw that, something turned over
inside Wheeler, for he knew what
was in the cabin. He straightened
up and walked to the door, stepped
insiSe quickly and flattened himself
against a wall.
The flickering flame of the brush
was lower now, but by what was left
of its light he was looking, for the
first time in his life, at the face of
Lon Magoon. Magoon had fallen
forward; there was a rifle under
him, and it was at the cock. But
“Well, You Must Have Mistaken
Your Man.”
it was not in his hands, tor his
arms were folded tight against his
body.
Wheeler stepped forward to see
how this man had died. But even
before he turned the cow thief over
he knew that Lon Magoon had died
by shotgun, as had Cayuse Cayetano
and Bob Flagg.
The 94. lightless and silent under
the low-swinging moon, appeared
deserted as Marian Dunn and Billy
Wheeler trotted in, riding the horse
and the mule they had found at
Magoon’s cabin. “You go on in,
Marian. I’ll take care of your
horse.”
Marian said in a small voice, “Is
everyone gone from here?”
No need to remind her that the
sheriff must certainly have come
and gone, and taken Horse Dunn
with him, by now. “It must be
after midnight,” he said. “Whoever
is here must have turned in.”
She walked off toward the silent
house. It would not have surprised
him if they had found themselves
entirely alone; but by the time he
had finished tossing hay to their
animals he heard the murmur of
voices, and, following Marian, he
found her talking to Old Man Cof
fee. The old lion hunter sat angu
larly on a low step, the coal of
his pipe glowing and dying out again
at slow intervals.
“Marian tells me you caught up
with Lon Magoon.”
“We found him, all right.”
“How was he killed?”
“With a shotgun; same as the
rest."
“I was kind of looking for that,”
Coflee said. “Lucky, though, that
you stumbled onto it so quick."
Marian sat down on the step be
side Old Man CofTw. “Why were
you looking for it?” she demanded.
“Well—” Coffee paused and
seemed to consider—“kind of hard
to say. One thing. I’ve been to
Pahranagat since I seen you. I
didn’t tell you I was going there,
but I had a kind of hunch, and so I
went. And 1 got trace of Bob Flagg
there at Pahranagat. Seems like
he was coming to the 94 by kind of
a back way; and at Pahranagat he
run into Lon Magoon. He bought
or borried a cheap horse and a worn
out saddle from Magoon, and they
rode out of Pahranagat together.
Begins to look like Lon Magoon was
a witness to the killing of Bob
Flagg.”
“But how do you know,” Marian
said, “that Magoon himself didn’t
kill Flaf'g?”
“Well—these killings being done
with a shotgun is kind of unusual;
it makes you think the same killer
attended to all three. And it's easy
to see, too, how Magoon might have
been a kind of a distant witness.
Suppose Magoon was riding along
with Flagg, who didn’t know him
very well. Pretty soon Magoon secs
some local cowman coming toward
them. Magoon doesn’t want to fall
in with any local cowman, on ac
count of the business he’s in. He
splits off and kind of hovers in the
distance. In a case like that, him
not getting out of sight soon enough
would just be suicide for him. Who
ever killed Flagg would figure he
had to kill Magoon before he
talked.”
“Did you see Val Douglas at Pah
ranagat?"
“No, he wasn’t there when I was.
But he’s been back here, tonight,
since I been here. He said Pahran
agat was where he was. Well, 11
don’t know; I didn’t see him there.
And according to him he couldn’t
get any trace of Bob Flagg.”
"Is he here now?”
"He pulled right out again. No
body's here, but me and that old
woman that cooks. She claims the
sheriff come in and took Horse Dunn
to Inspiration, about an hour before
I got here. Tulare Callahan come
in with Horse; they was pretty
much worried over where you was,
Marian. Tulare saddled up again
and rode out to see if he could find
out where you had went. Later
Steve Hurley come in, and he's gone
looking for you too. So naturally
Val Douglas, he figured he’d have
to make as good a showing as any
body did, and he hightailed. So now
the whole 94 is out hunting for you—
what of ’em isn’t in jail.”
“Men make me so mad!" Marian
declared. "I have a good notion to
go riding out looking for them, now,
just to make the picture of idiocy
complete! ”
Coffee looked as if he wouldn’t
put it past her. "Oh, now, I wouldn’t
go and do that, child.”
"Coffee,” Billy said, "one other
kind of funny thing happened, while
we were out. That hombre that shot
at Marian the other night—he took
another try.”
“Damn!” said Coffee. “He come
close?”
"Killed her horse. I got nervous
and let my own pony get loose, and
he stampeded. Later we had to
come back on a mule Magoon had
tied up, and a horse he stole from
the 94.”
Old Man Coffee turned slowly and
for a few moments studied Mari
an’s face. "Uh hub,” he said at
last.
There was a silence. "What do
you think of it?” Marian said.
“I think,” said Coffee, “you bet
ter turn in.”
Marian rose slowly. "I suppose
you’re right—I've made enough
trouble for one day, haven’t I?”
When she was gone Billy Wheeler
took her place on the step beside
Old Man Coffee. ’’Well, we’re slow
ly learning a thing or two,” he said.
“God knows where this thing leads
to; but it ought to lead some place
pretty soon.”
Old Man Coffee knocked out his
pipe, refilled it again, and struck a
new light. In the flare of the match
his bony old face looked more grim
and more sardonic than ever. “It
ain’t going to lead me no place.
It's led me far enough. I’m
through.”
Wheeler did not argue this. Twice
before Coffee had made such hollow
threats; he did not believe the old
lion hunter would actually withdraw
now.
"One thing I didn’t tell you about
Bob Flagg,” Coffee said. "I sup
pose you got a right to what I know.
Well—here’s a little item that’s a
peach! Flagg—he bummed his way
into Pahranagat in an empty cow
car.”
Wheeler was astounded. “You
sure must be wrong,” he declared.
“Why, that sounds crazyl He and
Dunn had just sold out the Arizona
ranch, at Dunn’s order. Dunn's
share was the biggest, and of course
they couldn’t get but part cash; but
there was fifty thousand ready mon
ey mixed into the deal. Flagg didn’t
have any reason for coming in any
such way as that!”
“He done it, though. It was right
hard for me to find anybody that
knew he’d been there at all. Sure
seems like Flagg was taking every
way he could think of to get to the
94 without being noticed. I thought
it was kind of peculiar that Flagg
should come by way of Pahranagat, |
which is kind of like sliding in the
back door. Still, that wouldn't mean
anything by itself; some of us old
guys get used to thinking in terms
of saddle work. But this other thing
—it’s queer.”
“Well, you must have mistaken
your man!”
“No, I didn't.”
Wheeler turned thoughtful, they
were silent for some minutes. A
dark and ugly reason for Flagg’s
peculiar behavior was taking shape.
“Do you suppose Lon Magoon
could have been a spy, sent to Pah
ranagat to watch for Bob Flagg?”
“A spy for who?”
“A spy for the men that set out to
kill Flagg. We know who the ene
mies of the 94 are. Link Bender—
Pinto Halliday—Rufe Dean—even
Sam Caldwell—there isn't a one of
them that would have hesitated to
shoot a man down, if it meant wip
ing out the 94. We know that those
people, or some of them, got access
to Horse Dunn’s mail at Inspiration.
We can figure they knew that the
Arizona outfit was sold, and that
Flagg was on the way here with the
money—money that the 94 had to
have to pull through.”
“I had that figured out long ago,”
Coffee said. “I figured Cayuse Cay
etano was the cat’s paw for Link
Bender. Even after Cayetano was
killed, I thought maybe they just
killed him so he wouldn’t turn
state’s evidence."
“But you don’t think that now?”
“Now,” said Coffee, “I don’t
think.”
"Throw out the death of Cayuse,”
Wheeler suggested. “Say that he
was killed simply because he was
too hot on the trail. Throw out the
death of Magoon—say that he was
feared as a distant witness. It turns
back to the enemies of the 94.”
"Which includes everybody,” Cof
fee snorted.
“Coffee, have you found out some,
thing you’re holding back?” Wheel
er asked.
Coffee shook his head. "You know
everything I know so far as I can
think.”
“Then you have some way of read
ing the facts—some way different
from what I've got.”
"Maybe. I’ve quit bothering my
head about it.”
"Hell! You’ll never make me
think that you’re going to pull out
of this case and leave it unsolved.”
"There’s just one thing about this
case,” Coffee admitted, "that I sure
hate to leave mixed up. How come
old Rock and me to get mixed up
about the trail of the killer horse?
I s’pose all the rest of my life—”
Old Man Coffee’s voice was bitter—
“I’ll never get away from wonder
ing how come I lost that trail.”
"Of course, if I remember right
ly,” Wheeler reminded him, "you
figured out from the way the shot
went into the saddle that the man on
the so-called killer horse was not
the killer.”
"That ain’t important. The man
on the killer horse took and hid the
body, anyway. Two men or one—
comes to the same thing. Catch
one and you catch both.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
“Arithmetic Doctor” Has “Clinic” to
Aid in “Treating” the Lagging Pupils
Teach a boy to add fractions
pleasurably and confidently, says
Dr. Charles A. Stone of Chicago, the
‘‘arithmetic doctor,” and overnight
his ambitions are likely to change
from a desire to be a policeman to
a hope he can be President of the
United States.
He probably will become aggres
sive, sureminded, determined, in
contrast to his previous shyness,
backwardness and tardiness in
grasping ideas, contends the De
Paul university professor who ac
quired the sobriquet, the “arithme
tic doctor” by devising a new meth
od of teaching mathematics.
Recently Dr. Stone established a
special arithmetic “clinic" as an ex
periment in “treating” lagging pu
pils. He decided to diagnose the
case of each “ailing” student in
much the same manner as a physi
cian uses for his patients.
Tests were given to locate the
particular place of difficulty for each
“patient,” and when the trouble
some area was found, treatment was
conrentratvd there. In most cases,
he said, he discovered that an in
ability to add, or to work with deci
mals or fractions, or to apply the
processes of arithmetic in solving
problems of every day life befogged
a student’s mind genbrallly.
When those points were thorough
ly explained and the students mas
tered their problems, Dr. Stone
said, many of them discovered they
could figure fractions or work with
decimals as well as any average
student. Then they realized, possibly
for the first time in their lives, he
said, their mentality was on a par
with fellow pupils and they had no
reason to look, up to anyone. Im
mediately, he added, their entire
personalities were virtually remod
eled. They romped and played with
new vigor, entered into their studies
with a new zest and disclosed an
eagerness to cultivate new friend
ships.
Noted for Pearl Fisheries
The Pacific islands of Tongareva
and Suvarov are noted for their
pearl and pearl-shell fisheries.
Don't Worry
About Heart
By
DR. JAMES W. BARTON
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
WHEN you feel a pain in
the region of the heart—
directly over it, below it,
above it or to one side—and
you are not doing any work,
and it is not after eating a
heavy meal, it is not likely
that there is anything wrong
with your heart.
Again, you find yourself getting
out of breath easily, and you have
Been rigntiy tom
that this is the first
sign of a failing
heart. If, however,
you have been eat
ing too much acid
food — eggs, bread,
cereals, meat, lish—
the blood and tis
sues are likely to be
acid and are asking
for more oxygen,
which would mean
Dr. Barton having to breathe
oftener.
Perhaps also, you find your heart
beating rapidly, perhaps at a rate of
84 to 90 instead of the usual 72 beats
to a minute. If^you are under any
tension or strain, or have just eaten
a hearty meal, it is normal or nat
ural for the heart rate to increase.
Your Doctor Can Tell.
However, the thought is not that
you should ignore or teli yourself
to "forget” the pain in the chest or
under breast bone, the getting out
of breath easily or the rapid beat
of the heart. The very fact that
you have these symptoms and they
“get on your nerves” should cause
you to say to yourself, “I either
have heart disease or I haven't, and
I’m going to find out about it.”
Fortunately your family physician
can tell you in a very few minutes
whether or not your heart is sound.
And if he finds it sound then you
can give the pain, shortness of
breath, and the rapidity, even some
irregularity, no more thought. And
even if he finds some actual heart
trouble, does this mean that you are
doomed to the life of an invalid till
you pass away?
By simple tests—exercise, holding
the breath, and others—or by means
of the electrocardiograph and fluor
oscope, your doctor is able to esti
mate just what your heart can do
"safely.” He will give you some
simple instructions as to rest, exer
cise, and food; (medicine is some
times given to steady the heart,
and also to a great extent to steady
the upset mind).
By following this simple advice
faithfully there is no reason why
you should not live your allotted
span of life.
So, don’t worry about your heart.
It is sound or it isn’t. Even if not
sound, all you need to do is to fol
low the doctor’s advice, and so live
"safely.”
Food Supply In Body Fat.
When an overweight individual de
cides that he or she is going to
reduce weight for health or appear
ance’s sal^e the first and longest
step toward attaining the normal
figure and weight has been taken.
The second step is to get a thor
ough examination by the family
physician, particularly heart, blood
vessels and kidneys. There have
been cases of collapse and death
following a strict reducing diet
which could have been avoided had
the overweight undergone examina
tion and taken six months to a year
to reduce instead of three or four
weeks.
If the physician considers it safe
to reduce and supervises the amount
and kinds of foods that will be eaten
during the reducing period, then
there will be no going back to the
full diet on the first sign of a little
weakness or faintness. This is when
so many overweights give up the
struggle and if they are not under
a physician's supervision they are
wise to give up and get a fresh
start.
The third step or point to remem
ber is that whether the overweight
eats a large or a small quantity of
food, his body is going to require
just a certain amount. If he eats
more than this the extra food will
accumulate as fat in and on his
body; if he eats less than this re
quired amount of food, the body is
going to get that extra food needed
from some place. And the place
the body gets the extra food it needs
is from the overweight’s own body—
his excess of stored fat.
“From the standpoint of nutrition
the increased fat deposits or fat de
pots of the body represent so much
excess energy; consequently in re
ducing the weight an attempt is
made to call forth these fat deposits.
This is done by supplying a diet
which has less than the amount
needed to maintain the body struc
ture and supply it with the energy
needed for its daily work. This
compels the body to draw on its
reserve energy—the fat depots.”
If in addition to this the body is
required to do more work or exer
j cise, then an even greater call is
| made on these fat depots to supply
this extra energy. This is the rea
son that less food and more exercise
will always be the ideal method of
reducing weight. This method builds
muscle (strength of body) and re
duces fat (an inactive tissue).
Household %
& Queslions
Preserving Bright Color.—Cook
ing preserves or jelly rapidly
helps to retain the bright color of:
the fruit. The addition of pectin
shortens the necessary cooking
time.
• • t
Using Kerosene Safely.—One of!
the safest ways of using kerosene
is to mix it with wood or coal
ashes, then use a few spoonfuls of
this mixture when starting or re
kindling a fire. This can be stored
for regular use in a gallon bucket
or other suitable container.
* • •
Spaghetti and Cheese.—A nice
way of preparing spaghetti that
does not require lighting the oven.
Fry one chopped onion and one
half pound ground meat in olive
oil until nicely browned. Add two
cups tomato puree or sifted to
mato pulp, one teaspoon paprika,
salt and pepper to taste. When
nicely blended serve over plain
boiled spaghetti and over the top
sprinkle finely grated cheese.
Crab Savory.—1 crab, 3 toma
toes, 1 lettuce, watercress, 1 egg,
pepper and salt. Shred the crab
meat finely and mix with a little
mayonnaise. Wash the lettuce and
arrange leaves around and at the
bottom of the dish. Place some
crab in the center, then season
with pepper and salt; add slices
of tomato and hard-boiled egg and
watercress.
• • •
Polishing Linoleum.—Dissolve a
lump of sugar in the water when
washing linoleum or oilcloth, and
a brilliant polish will result.
• • •
Just for a Change.—If you can
not afford to buy anything new for
the house and you are just a little
bit disinterested this fall, try
| changing the position of the furni
ture and see if that bored feeling
will not depart.
WNl) Servlc*.
What Two
Things Happen
When You Are
Constipated?
When you are constipated two things hap
pen. FIRST: Wastes swell up the bowels and
preas on nerves in the digestive tract. This
nerve pressure causes headaches, a dull, lasy
feeling, bilious spells, lose of appetite end dis
aiucss. SECOND: Partly digested food etarta
to decay forming GAS, bringing on sour
stomach (acid Indigestion), and heartburn,
bloating you up until you sometimes gasp for
breath.
Then you spend many miserable daye. You
ean't eat. You can't sleep. Your stomach is
sour. You foci tired out, grouchy end miser
able.
To get the complete relief you seek you
must do TWO thing*. 1. You must relieve the
GAS. 2. You must clear the bowel* and GET
THAT PRESSURE OFF THE NERVES.
As toon as offending wastes are washed out
you feel marvelously refreshed, blues vanish,
the world looks bright again.
There is only one product on the market
that gives you the double action you need. It
is ADLERIKA. This efficient carminative
cathartie relieves that awful GAS at once. It
often removes bowel congestion in half aa
hour. No waiting for overnight relief. Adier
ika acts on the etomach and both bowels. Or
dinary laxatives act on the lower bowel only.
Adierika has been recommended by many
doctor* and druggists for 35 years. No grip
ing, no after effect*. Just QUICK results.
Try Adierika today. You’ll eay you hava
never used suoh an efficient intestinal cleanser.
I
Never Happens ,
There never was a good war of
■ bad peace.—Franklin.
HOW LONG CAN A
T QUARTER WIFE
HOLD HER HUSBAND?
YOU have to work at marriage
to make a success of it. Mon
may be selfish, unsympathetic,
but that's tho way they're made
and you might as well realize it.
When your back aches and your
nerves scroam, don't take it out
on your husband. IIo can't possibly
know how you feci.
Fcr throe generations one woman
has told another how to go "smil
ing through" with Lydia £. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound. It
helps Naturo tono up tho system,
thus lessoning the discomforts from
tho functional disorders which
women must endure in the three
ordeals of life: I. Turning from
girlhood to womanhood. 2. Pre
paring for motherhood. 3. Ap
proaching “middle age."
Don’t be a three-quarter wife,
tako LYDIA E PINKUAM'S
VEGETABLE COMPOUND and
Go "Smiling Through.”
■ ■
THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
■ mmmmmm—mmmmammmmmmmmm—rnmmmmmmmmm m
I like very
' much .
Tkeyre nice ur\d round
fcnd soft end sweet
I love to peel the.
5km ZA\ baxk
They re such a. /
tandy fruit \
to ea.t
iwc*** xL
