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THE NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, THURSDAY, AUGUST 20, 1942
CHAPTER XVII
Con dropped from the saddle with
■ quick and wary look all around the
horizon to see if any of the others
were coming back. Nobody was in
sight, not even Janet. He went to
stoop over the cowboy; to turn him
over. Apparently, one bullet had
gone straight through the heart, but
the other had struck not three inches
from it.
"Crazy fool!” Con said bitterly,
straightening. "Nobody wanted to
kill you.”
Janet leaned against the sorrel,
just over the ridge that had shel-
tered her.
“I could see his hand going be-
hind his back,” she said in a flat
tone. “You just sat there—”
She stopped short. He stared
frowningly, but she turned to the
sorrel and gathered up her reins
to mount.
"I didn’t expect him to pull one
from the back of his overalls,” Con
admitted, watching her. “But I reck-
on I was suspicious of him without
thinking about it. We’d better go
on back. Somehow, I don’t think the
rest of ’em will bother anything in
this pasture today.”
“They thought four to one was
enough. So did I! Then you began
to shoot and — and everything
changed in a flash. Let’s go! Let’s
get away from this place; get away
from—him!”
He nodded silently. “I certainly
have scraped through some tight
spots by the skin of my teeth and
the help of plenty luck!” he said
frowningly, thinking back. “I cer-
tainly have! Of course, when you
know that you’re walking on thin
ice. you walk hawk-eyed—”
She laughed, but it was not a
pleasant sound.
“Did you tell Caramba to back
up that pretty story of yours about
the old uncle and aunt in Chicago,
and your days as an orphan, and
the death of your father and mother
in Horsehide, Texas’”
“Caramba? I never did! Did that
son of a gun tell you something?
Why—”
“Old Perch is an odd character,”
Janet said thoughtfully. “I’ve known
him for a long time and, of course,
I know his peculiarities as—as a
stranger wouldn’t. One of his oddi-
ties is his memory of everything big
and little that ever happened in
what he calls the ‘Skillet,’ meaning
the Panhandle of Texas. He—won-
ders why you chose such a name as
Horsehide for this—ah—town of your
story.”
“Why, Horsehide is a good Texas-
sounding name,” he told her mock-
ingly. “And when you’re making
a life history out of air, you haven't
got time to think of every old saddle
tramp you may run into, that knows
every inch of the country. And old
Caramba thought he’d make my tale
stronger."
He snapped his fingers and
grinned at her.
“I don’t know just what to do
about—that back yonder,” he said,
with elaborate carelessness. "Not
much use telling Janton. He won't
touch a case outside of town. But
if we don’t report it, they can use
that against us.”
He was thinking how unnecessary
the shooting had been; still actually
angry with the dead man for forc-
ing him to shoot.
"I—suppose you do feel that way
about it,” she agreed. "You get
used to that, don’t you? But—you
haven’t done anything, in the Terri-
tory, that—that hasn't somehow
worked to good, have you?”
“Devil has kind of been fought
with fire, no es verdad? I ought to
get some kind of recommendation,
even from the sheriffs who will
chase me across the line at the end!
Well, we’re about home. Perch can
do as he pleases, about notifying
Janton. Oh!”
He looked carefully before him,
holding his set smile.
"You’ve been talking a lot about
my getting you away from Dud. I
reckon I ought to tell you the truth
about that and get it straight for
you: Dud didn't like me a liT bit.
He didn't like my killing Gonzales.
He waited until he got two more
hard cases in the gang. Dandy and
West. Then he rigged it with Dandy
to kill me. Poor old Jeff told me
about it. So I was ready to leave.
And when I found that Dud had you
all tied up in a bundle, I knew it
would make him fit to tie if I not
only dodged his killing, but Notched
Red Range
By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM
© tUMNt CUNNINGHAM W.N.U. R.ELEASE_
THE STORY SO FAR: Forced to run
from the la* to laTa Ms Uta when ko Is
•■•petted of betas Uis notorious "Co-
manche Unn." Con Cameron Is trying
to prove Ms honesty, with his psi, Ca-
ramba Veer, bo Is working tor Topeha
Tenlson, owner of the Broken Wheel
ruts. NevU Lowe, marshal of the neigh-
boring town of Tlvan, Is after Mm but
Gnesn't yet know that the “Twenty John-
son" of Ute Broken Wheel Is the man he
inspects of being Comanche Linn. Lowe’s
•■•tor, Janet, Is staying with the Teel-
sons. They are deeply attached to her,
having lost their only child, a boy, when
ho was kidnaped many years before.
Among the enemies of Ute Broken Wheel
are Dud Paramore, Megeath and Me
friend Monk Irby, and the very tough
Latlmers. Con has already encountered
all of them and has ao far gotten the
best of them. Megeath and Dod Para-
mere also hate NevU Lowe and are try-
ing to kteaap Janet Riding out with
Janet tor a routine check on the cattle,
bo Hods rustlers at work. All but one
escape. Con gives Mm a chance and
then to forced to kill Mm In self defense.
Now continue with the story.
Farm Building Mint
Have Board’s Permit
WPB Recognizes Need of
Limited Construction
County war boards of the Unitec
States department of agriculture
will co-operate with the War Pro-
duction board in handling applica-
tions for authorization to begin con-
struction work on farms, the War
Production board announced.
The United States department of
agriculture is co-operating with the
WPB in formulating policies under
which county and state U. S. D. A.
war boards will make recommenda-
tions covering farm residential and
agricultural construction. Projects
recommended by these boards will
be forwarded to the War Produc-
tion board for final approval.
“She saw a killing,** said Con smoothly.
you away from him. So—I did that
liT bitsy thing!”
She was staring at him with face
paper white.
“Oh!” she said explosively, and
swung her quirt viciously.
The sorrel grunted and jumped
under the slash of her blow, then
went at racing gallop for the cor-
rals.
Perch was staring from Janet's
sorrel to the house when Con rode
up. He looked up slantingly.
“Now, what’d you do, that got
her that way?" he inquired. "Come
charging up, talking to herself like
a mad hen, let go the reins and
rolled out of that hull and jist skit-
tered for the house. Wouldn’t pass
the time of day with me—”
“She saw a killing," Con said
smoothly. “Four Helligo-off-with-
your-stuffers thought the bay stal-
lion and his mares would look bet-
ter farther over. Happened, we ran
smack into ’em and—”
Perch listened to his colorless ac-
count, mouth sagging.
“If that don’t beat five of a kind!
Four of ’em on you and they had
to yellow dog it and one’s counting
the grass roots and two more leak-
ing. I reckon one of the Mex’ boys
better ride in with a message to
Janton. Maybe we better send a
boy to Tivan, too. Let Nevil Lowe
in on the business. He might want
to come out for a looky.”
Con was afraid of that very pos-
sibility, he thought sardonically. Let
Nevil appear on the Wheel and he
must disappear—either permanent-
ly, or without rousing the suspicions
of Perch and the rest. So he seemed
to consider the matter.
"Why, no use sending a boy clear
to Tivan,” he disagreed. “Topeka
sent Nevil Lowe word of the Gracey
murder, you know. He may be on
the way here, right now."
“Oh! If Topeka sent word about
that, then you’re right. I thought
he changed his mind. All right!
I’ll just notify Janton. And a couple
of the peons can go up and put your
rustler under grass. His horse is
still there, huh? Well, if we let the
Mex’ take his outfit, they’ll fight
for a chance to bury him. Which
carbine is the one that fellow
dropped?”
“In my scabbard. One of the pe-
ons can have it. It’s so worn it’s
not worth a sack of shucks. It—”
Movement at a corner of the cor-
ral caught his eye. He looked that
way at the little man who was ris-
ing. Con stared frowningly. Perch
looked, too, then laughed.
“Jist old Step. Don’t let that way
of his bother you, Twenty. He’s like
a mole: crawls along under the
ground a piece, then pops up. He—”
“Never talked nobody to death,
anyhow," the little man said snarl-
ingly. “You get a good look at
these rustlers, Twenty?”
Con described them as well as he
could. The little man had faded
blue eyes under graying red brows
and the locks of hair straggling from
under his battered hat were of the
same grizzled reddish color.
"Nobodies,” Step summed up in
curt grunt. "Outside Gloomy and
them Raniers the whole pack at Hel-
ligo nowadays is nobodies — and
nothings! I’ll send out the Martinez
boys to bury that rustler, Perch. If
you want to give the carbine away,
Twenty, Ramon Martinez ain't got
one and it'll make you a friend for
life.”
With Con's nod he took the old
carbine from the scabbard and went
off with odd lurching step—that still
seemed to interfere very little with
the speed, the ease and silence of
his walking.
Late, that afternoon. Con found
himself free of small chores about
the corral, and he thought of Step.
There was an unopened pint of whis-
key in Con’s bunk, brought out from
Onopa. He got the bottle and slipped
it into his shirt, then hunted the
adobe house which Step lived in
alone. The door was open and Con
moved to stand in the door. Step
sat comfortably upon a bench plait-
ing rawhide strands. He nodded and
Con went inside.
“Perch was telling me you take a
jolt sometimes," he drawled. “I
happened to have a bottle of Ono-
pa’s strongest—”
Con leaned to pass over the pint.
Step drew the cork deftly and lifted
the bottle. He drank a third of the
whiskey and handed it back. Con
took a short drink and returned it.
"I brought it over for you. Perch
told me a liT bit about you. You
must’ve seen plenty!”
Con waited for him to lower the
whisky. He drank it as if it had
been coffee, faded eyes a little
brighter, weathered face softening
slightly. There was something about
him that compelled respect. Not
only had he been a good man, Con
thought, but—he was now a good
man!
“I’ll be sixty-five if I hang on till
beef roundup's over,” Step said, in
a meditative tone. “Le’s see you
draw that cutter.”
He put Con through his paces,
made suggestions that instantly in-
creased his smoothness and speed
of movement, then got from his col-
chon, a bed roll with mattress, a
pair of white-handled Colts that
gleamed dully from constant care.
For a half-hour he showed Con gun-
play, what he called "limbering
stunts" designed for nothing but de-
veloping dexterity, and “hideouts”
of a dozen kinds.
“You won’t never be fast as I
am,” he said in answer to Con’s
marveling remark. "No reason to
be! You was faster’n nineteen out
of twenty cowboys. I'd say you’re
faster’n ninety-nine out of a hun-
dred. with just the three-four
changes you made in the movement.
Now, there’s some awful big liT
things about killing a man, when
you know you have got to kill a
man: First place, if you go into a
gunplay wondering whether to kill
him or just hurt him, you'll wind up
biting the daisies from the bottom.
Make up your mind about that be-
fore you start. Then you'll get down
whatever you aimed to do—fast and
slick.”
"My old uncle told me something
like that, and my experience has
proved it. He told me never to
make a motion to draw until I
was dead-certain I had to draw,
because an uncertain motion is a
ragged, slow motion. He said, if
you draw, do it fast and shoot at the
end of it.”
“He had the gunslick idee! An-
other thing: Don’t think one second
about what the other man’s going
to do to you! Keep your mind on
what you’re going to do to him.
There was much more of the same
grim, expert advice, with a wealth
of examples drawn from nameless
battles of unnamed men over a
half-century. When the bell-like
clanging of the cook's triangle sig-
naled supper. Con stood and
stretched.
"I certainly do thank you for a
college education! And I’d like to
get a lot more of the same. Eating
with us?”
“Nah. 1 like Mex’ cooking. One
of the Martinez women fixes me up
with everything 1 want. See you
some more. I kind of cottoned to
you from the day you roped the
colts. Not many I do. Topeka's the
only one on this place I call amigo
and I’ve known him thirty years.”
But as he passed the kitchen door
of the big house, Mrs. Tenison called
him and he went that way with the
carefully blank face he was learn-
ing to turn upon the world.
"Come in and eat with Janet and
me. when you've washed,” she or-
dered him. "No arguments! I need
a man at the table.”
So he splashed and combed and
surveyed his battered face in the
mirror, then went resignedly to sit
down opposite Janet. Mrs. Tenison
did most of the talking, while they
ate at the big. handmade Spanish
table.
"That poor woman was conscious
for a few minutes, awhile ago,” she
told Con. “She says she didn't know
the men who killed her husband.
She's asleep again. I think she'll
do, now. The boy will be out to-
morrow. He thinks he’s going to
ride with you.”
Janet looked everywhere but di-
rectly at Con and he followed her
example. Mrs. Tenison seemed not
to notice.
“I hope you don’t feel put out
about staying here. I hope you
stay with us from now on. If—my
boy had grown up with us. to be
about your kind of boy, I would have
been proud of him. He was a—
a brave little boy, at four.”
(TO BE CONTINUUM. *
Order L-41, issued by the War
Production board, prohibits the start
of unauthorized construction proj-
ects which use materials, labor and
construction equipment needed in
the war effort, and places all new
publicly and privately financed con-
struction under rigid control.
The War Produetion board
recognizes that a limited amount
of construction by farmers is
necessary to maintain and in-
crease production to meet agri-
cultural goals and that certain
off-the-farm facilities are also
needed for the production, han-
dling and processing of farm
products.
A farmer planning to begin con-
struction which needs authorization
should consult his county United
States department of agriculture
war board.
All farm projects, including resi-
dential, agricultural, and off-the-
farm construction, such as ware-
houses, processing plants, cream-
eries, etc., will be considered first
by the United States department of
agriculture county war boards. Ap-
plications for projects recommend-
ed by these boards will be sent to
state war boards and then to the
department of agriculture.
The department will consider
the recommendations and send
to the War Production board for
final approval those which are
deemed essential.
So far as residential construction
is concerned, farm dwellings are
covered by the same regulations
as other residential construction. If
farm residential construction, dur-
ing any 12-month period, costs less
than $500 per farm, no authori-
zation is necessary. Likewise no
authorization is required for con-
struction begun prior to April 9, 1942;
for maintenance and repairs; or
for reconstruction or restoration of
farm residential construction dam-
aged or destroyed after Decem-
ber 31, 1941, by fire, flood, tornado,
earthquake, act of God or by public
enemy.
Take Care of Your
Milking Machine as
Parts Are Hard to Get
The milking machine is essentia]
to wartime agricultural production,
and must be cared for properly be-
cause shortages of rubber and metal
will not permit normal replacement.
The following rules for the care of
rubber milking machine parts are
suggested:
Use two separate sets of liners,
alternating them each week. Rub-
ber needs "rest.’'
Keep liners tight in teat-cup
shells.
Keep milker rubber parts clean
and free from all butterfat, which
causes deterioriation.
Rubber cuts easily when wet. Use
care in assembly and disassembly
of units.
Do not use chlorine solutions of a
strength exceeding 250 parts per
million, for excessively strong
chlorine solutions will injure rub-
ber.
If lye is used in the care of rub-
ber parts, be sure that it does not
remain in contact with the metal
parts.
Battling Soil Erosion
Legume crops such as alfalfa, clo-
ver, soybeans and lespedeza are be-
ing used with increasing success as
"heavy artillery” in fighting the bat-
tle of soil erosion. Legumes keep the
topsoil in place, deposit nitrogen in
soil and provide it with needed
supplies of organic matter. To do
their best work, legumes should be
reinforced by intelligent soil man-
agement such as the use of fertiliz-
ers high in phosphorus and potash.
Girl Pilot Faints,
Ship Lands Safely
Learner Swoons Again on
Landing After Trip.
ANN ARBOR, MICH —Joan Tesch.
19 years old, who has had only
four hours of solo flying time, I
was under treatment for severe
shock today as a result of her bar-
roaring experience in flying uncon-
scious in her trainer cabin plane
tor a full hour last night
Dwight Reynolds, manager of the
Municipal airport and Robert
Young, the girl's instructor, went
aloft in their own planes to investi-
gate why Miss Tesch kept circling
the field. They were horrified when
they saw her slumped against the
side of the cabin, unconscious.
They flew around for several min-
utes, then came down and made
preparations for a crash landing. A
sheriff’s ambulance was called to
stand by. Fire extinguishers and
first aid equipment were brought
out Dusk gave way to darkness.
Still the plane circled aimlessly.
Finally, an hour after her takeoff.
Miss Tesch regained consciousness
and tried for a landing. Groggy
from her experience, she twice
missed the field. On the third at-
tempt the motor stalled when her
gasoline supply ran out, and she
landed without lights In a farm field
adjacent to the airport The plane
stopped when it bumped into a fence.
Stepping from the plane un-
seratched. Miss Tesch fainted again
before she was taken to the hospital
Another Boner: Student
la One Who Uses Brain
BERKELEY, CALIF.—Correcting
examination papers at a large uni-
versity is not all dull routine. Now
and then the professors come acrosi
some choice "boners.”
Here are some gathered in a sur
vey by the Daily Californian stu-
dent publication of the University a
California:
"The dome of St Clement’s b
supported by eight peen an a
which are unfortunately cracked."
"Browning wrote principally hero
1c cutlets.”
"Shakespeare lived at Windsoi
with his merry wives.”
"A spinster is a bachelor's wife.’’
"The object of 116’ is ’she.’ ’’
"William Tell shot an arrow
through an apple while standing oe
his son's bead.”
"The opposite of pessimist Is biga-
mist"
"A grass widow is the wife of »
vegetarian."
’The Mediterranean and the Rec
sea are connected by the Sewage
canaL"
Bible Saved Man in ’18;
Soldiers of *42 Get Them
LEBANON, TENN—Because s
New Testament saved Ross Nea:
from death by German ahrapne
fragments at St. Mihlel in the first
World war, the Lebanon Church a
Christ ordered New Testaments
which will be sent to all of Its mem-
bers now in service.
Wounded in Sea,
Nude U.S. Flyer
Walks 80 Miles
Anxious to Get Back Into
Fight to Seek Revenge'
For Slain Buddies.
MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA..-
Shot down at sea and wounded by
Japanese fliers as be Boated In ■
Ufa belt Corp. Louis Murphy. 25-
year-old United S to tea airman from
Bridgeport Conn., has reached an
Allied base after ■ two-day swim
and IS days of walking naked and
hungry over 80 miles of wild coun-
try.
The other crew members of bis
bomber ell apparently were killed in
the water by low-diving Japanese
planes.
Here is Murphy’s own story:
"Our bomber bad been attacking
Lae, New Guinea, when an over-
whelming force of Jap Zeros at-
tacked and shot us down. Tbs crew
swam about in Mae Wests (brilHant
orange colored Ufa belts). The
Zeros began machine gunning us.
so we separated.
Get RM tt Clothtag.
"Seeing that we were likely to bn
In the water for some time, I got
rid of my clothing. Every time the
Zeros made a pass at us I dived as
deep as possible and remained ten-
der until my lungs were nearly
bursting. I had to deflate my life
belt three times.
“One Zero came down within UM
feet before letting go a burst of bul-
lets. One bullet nipped off the tip
of one of my fingers.
"By the time the Zeros left, 1
struck out for shore, but couldn't
make any headway against the cur-
rent My buddies were disappear-
ing out to sea.
"By nightfall I was five miles off-
shore and did not know In what
direction to swim. During the after-
noon a boat bad put out from shore,
but I dived, feeling certain it waa a
Japanese vessel.
"I spent a terrible night, alter-
nately swimming and dozing. Once
I dreamed I was back aboard the
bomber, bouncing about in a terrible
storm.
Tries to Catch Raindrops.
"Next morning I was closer to
shore, being carried by a current
parallel to the beach. During thn
day I tried to ease my thirst by
opening my mouth to catch rain-
drops.
"Forty-two hours after the bomb-
er came down I drifted into shallow
water and staggered ashore. I spent
a few hours recovering some
■trength and drinking milk from
coconuts.
"Naked, without shoes, and with
my body already badly sunburned,
I set off in the general direction cd
our base. After seven days I met
the survivors of another plane crash,
carrying their wounded pilot on a
Utter.
"I'm dying to get into the fight
again. I’U have no mercy on those
Japanese for wbat they did to us In
the water.”
Neal, who enlisted at New Orleani
In the marine corps at the begin-
ning of the first World war, still hai
the Testament with an inch-long
piece of shrapnel Imbedded in its
pages, where it struck directly over
his heart
As a gesture ol thanksgiving foi
Neal's escape, the church has or
dered 24 Testaments, inscribed with
the names of the members now in
service, and will send the books to
them. ________________
$20,000 Fortune Found
On Body of Iowa Woman
OSKALOOSA, IOWA. — Although
she was not known as a wealthy
woman, when Mrs. Lillian Crispin,
81, died, officers found six money
bags tied to her waist
It wss estimated that she had
been wearing $20,000 when she died.
One of the envelopes concealed on
her person contained a stack of $20
and $100 bills four inebes high.
Here’s New Reason Not
To Pilfer Church Box
NEW YORK.—The punch of a six-
foot priest must be reckoned with
by those who seek to pilfer the poor
box of the Sacred Heart church.
The Rev. Father U. T. Gilmartin
proved this when be sprinted from
his quiet rectory, cassock whipping
in the wind, caught the suspected
thief, threw a left to his jaw and
downed him.
Then he hoisted him to his feet
and marched him to the police sta-
tion, where the man was booked cm
burglary charges.
WANTED
SALES AGENT for high grade
line of paints. Generous com-
missions. Write to SEAPORT
PAINT CO, 36 North Hamil-
ton. Houston. Texas.
Wanf To Be a A’urse?
MRS. ROBERT JOLLY. R. N, Director at Naning
Memorial Hospital Houston, Texas
The U. S. Government to pleading tor young women to taka
the course of nursing la order to meet the need of the Armed
Forces and civilian communities for graduate mines.
Any young woman between 17 and 35 yean of age with a high
school diploma to eligible for admission to the School of Nuning.
Student Loan Fund available.
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