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his nerves growing raw with the
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down the trail ?"
"If you’d only stepped aside.
Mack. I could have got my sneak
gun out and pinned him against
that tree like he was nailed there.
But I couldn’t make any play with
you standing in the way."
Torgin showed him a twisted
grin. "You’ve come to love me a
lot in a mighty short time.”
Gal shook his head. “Don’t fool
yourself, Mack, on one count or the
other. I had nothing against that
galoot but the shaking up he gave
me, and long ago I quit hunting
trouble for trouble’s sake. As for
you, you’re my bread and beans
around these parts. I’m not for-
getting that. As long as I work
for you, I’ll trouble them that
trouble you. But you spoiled my
chance back there. I want to know
why.”
Torgin’s black brows pulled to-
gether. “I wish I could tell you,
Gal. Some things a man has a
chance to Agger out in advance;
some come to him like a whisper
in the ear. We were playing it
risky as it was. Purdy’s a jail-
buster, but I reckon it wouldn’t
have set well with basin folks if
he’d stopped one of our bullets.
And therc’d been hell to pay for
sure if we’d tagged Laura. You
can savvy that. This stranger
might have been another matter.
Probably no one would have taken
up for him. But I just couldn’t be
sure.”
Gal nodded, his lean face
thoughtful. “You were playing a
hunch then?”
“More than that. I’ve seen that
hairpin before. But where? Miles
City . , . Helena . . . frolicking in
Butte? Maybe at some rodeo. Or
in the stockyards at Chicago.
Here’s the question: Is he just a
drifter who bought in because he
saw a girl getting chased? Or is
he something more than that? I
want to know before we use the
meataxe on him.”
His lips quirking slightly, Gal
asked. “Do you always play it so
safe?”
Torgin looked up and gave him
that twisted grin again. “I've never
served any stretch in stony lone-
some.”
Gal shrugged. "It gives you
patience,” he said. "But it likewise
teaches you to grab a chance when
it’s right in front of your nose.”
“Like the time you broke out?”
"For instance."
"Times change," Torgin said.
"Nobody plays as rough as they
used to twenty years ago. You’ll
And that out when It gets safe
enough for you to stir around a
bit."
“What’s next then?" Gal asked.
But Torgin scarcely heard him,
for he was lost in thought. That
face that had no name you could
tie to it, that brought no remem-
brance of where you’d seen it be-
fore! It was like something float-
ing out yonder, just beyond your
fingertips. The more Important it
got to you, the harder it was to
reach.
"It’ll come back,” he said aloud
"I’ll place him sooner or later.”
(To Be Continued)
head and keened the silence, his
own gun ready. A hawk wheeled
lazily overhead. Manning let the
empty shells drop and looked about
and saw where the man had stood,
for the bootprints were mighty
plain ip the damper earth of the
slope. He shook his head in puz-
zlement. A big man had left those
prints; and Purdy, from the
glimpse he’d got ot the fellow, had
been small enough to pass for a
woman. He thought of Torgin and
Gal. And still that notion made no
sense. ;
It was getting on to dark, and
there wouldn’t be much twilight
once the sun dropped behind the
hills. He looked about farther and
saw that the prints led away from
this clearing and on up the slope.
Had the one who’d sided the girl
gone circling to join her? Or, hav-
ing saved her from a Aght, had
the fellow lost all further Interest?
There was no telling.
And then, because there was
nothing else to do, Manning came
back down the slope to the open-
ness below and trudged across it
toward his horse. Anger still smol-
dered .in him, and his disappoint-
ment grew with the gathering
shadows. As well look for a single
pine cone in a forest as to try any
further tracking tonight. The girl
had got away from him, al, so
had the man who’d bought Into
this business. Any way you added
it up,-the day totaled zero.
He thought of Mannington and
a last hope that lay there. Pos-
sibly Purdy had talked before his
Helena. Mont.. Cole i
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He qocked hig "Well, are you going ahead and
see if you can catch those broom-
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NEW YORK, (P) — Let us say
your name is Jones, and your
problem is how to keep up with
the Smiths, who live next door.
It is a losing struggle. Every-
thing Smith touches turns into
money, and everything you touch
turns into debt. Soon you have
more and bigger bills than a con-
vention of pelicans.
Your daughter, Susie, comes
home and says, "Jimmy Smith’s
daddy got another raise froia his
boss. What d.d you get ircm you:
boss today, Eaddy?" And before
you can -n.swer, your wife cuts
in: "Wnat did Mr. Squosh ever
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Each day you creep home, the
wif. asks, “Did you?" and you
say, "No dear, he didn’t looke like
he was in a good mood." Finally,
she says, "If you don’t ask him
for a raise tomorrow, I will dress
Susie and myself in rags and go
down to your office and tell
Squosh myself you have to have
a raise.”
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buried by the cabin-home of one Pack-
rat Purav, an aged eccentric. His ar-
rest had followed. Down in the Boot-
Jack. Cole had come upon an old wom-
an and a giri riding along in a wagon,
and pursued by horsemen. Stopping
the latter from ambush. Manning had
learned from their leader, Mark Tor-
Kin. and his icy-eyed companion, Gal.
that the “old woman” up ahead hap-
pened to be Parkrat in disguise. He'd
fied 1110 jail and was now on his way
to freedom, due to Manning's blunder.
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loot had been found
escape Possibly Sheriff Burke
Griffin had wrung some informa-
tion out of the old eccentric and
thus discovered how Packrat had
come by that long-missing loot
Perhaps Purdy had even named a
name and thereby unmasked that
phantom rider whose hoofbeats
now echoed across the years.
There was that one crumb of hope,
and he held to it hard.
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soft and talk soft when he was in
a mood; but they didn't have to
stand around like so many stumps.
Trouble with these thirty-a-month
boys was that they didn’t have any
more sense than the cattle they
herded.
I Ho looked up at them morosely.
SYNOPSIS
To clear up a blight on the memory
of his illustrious father. Sherif! Flint
Manning, young Cole Manning had re-
turned to his native Bootjack country.
He meant to apprehend the long lost
Phantom Bandit who years before had
managed to elude his parent. But Cole
Manning's mission had failed, just as
his father's nad failed. Back now in
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A sullen anger in him, Mack
Torgin tramped along with his
men strewed behind and Gal a sil-
ent one at his right elbow. They
were wearing guns again, for Tor-
gin had sent two of his crew back
to the cottonwood clump to get
the weapons, and those men had
returned with word that the
stranger had vanished. This had
both worried Torgin and whetted
his wrath. And now they had
worked tar south of that clump of
trees where the stranger had
spilled them, and Torgin’s boots
were beginning to pinch. A big-
footed man who had his boots
handmade, it was his particular
vanity to take a size smaller than
comfort called for. In the saddle
he never suffered from this, but
now he was limping. He sat down
heavily on a rock and lifted his
neckerchief and wiped his broad
forehead.
"Blast him!" he said explosively.
His men came to a stop, stand-
ing listlessly and looking tired.
CHAPTER FIVE
MANNING was levering himself
upward when a gun spoke again. A
distant gun. This time he felt the
lead tug at his sombrero, and he
Instantly flung himself aside and
went rolling. He had a blurred
glimpse of sky and timbered slope
and judged that this second quest-
ing gun was high in the timber.
Now who was buying in?
The girl began running. He tried
to snatch at her ankle as she
passed, but she moved too fast for
him. She flung herselt over the
edge of the embankment, and he
lurched to a stand, heedless of
anything. That hidden gun spoke,
the hills echoing the shot. Dirt
spurted at Manning's feet, but it
was anger that blinded him. He'd
been so near to Packrat Purdy
once again, and now this chance
was slipping away. He looked over
the rim of the embankment. The
pitch wasn't steep, and he saw
the girl roll to a stop below. She
picked herself up and darted into
the timber from which he had so
lately emerged. The gun spoke
again, the dirt lifting even closer.
Manning flattened himselt and
rolled over the lip of the cutbank.
When he’d got to the bottom,
the girl had disappeared. He
wasn’t worrying about her, not at
the moment; she’d left her gun up
above, so she was no real menace.
But who was shooting from the
timbered slope? Torgin? Gal?
Why should either of them inter-
fere between him and the girl?
Packrat Purdy? Was Purdy up
there covering the girl’s back
while she'd hunkered below at a
more advantageous point, ready to
discourage any pursuit?
That made a lot more sense. And
that left his work cut out for him.
He edged around the bottom of the
cutbank and took a careful look up
the slope. A considerable swath
of slanted openness lay between
him and the first of the timber,
and he glanced about to see how
best he could reach that timber.
No sheltered way was apparent.
But suddenly he was done with
pussytooting, and he darted out.
Bending low, he ran a 'zigzagging
course upward toward the timber,
expecting any moment to hear the
gun speak.
He was panting hard and per-
spiring again when he got into the
trees.
But still he climbed, moving
Indian-fashion, ready to dodge be-
hind a tree if need be. Wild cur-
rant bushes grew here, and he
moved among these as silently as
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give your daddy but a tired feel-
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"There are a lot worse bosses
than Mr. Squosh,” you say feeb-
ly. and your wife says "Don't
bother to name a dozen. Just
name two." And after Susie goes
to bed, th. wife says, "Jones,
you are going to ask Mr. Squosh
for more money. My mind is
made up, so don’t give me any
ifs, ands or buts about it.”
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week visit with her husband,
Pvt. Charles Bradley, who is
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Panick-stricken, you promise to
tackle him yourself. "And tell
him you won’t settle for anything
less than $7.50 more a week, '
says the wife.
All morning you try to bring
yourself to go into the boss’ ol- l
fice. But you can't. By lunchtime 1
you decide to ask him for $5 in- ■
stead of $7.50. By p.m. you ure '
willing to settle for $2.50. By 5 !
p. m., you decide to drop te
whole idea. Let your wife do any-
thing she wants to.
Just then Miss McPheeters ,the j
secretary, comes over any says,
"Hey, Jones, the big man has
been looking for you.” You think
fast. Now what has he f und
out?
You stumble in and stand be-
for the great man's desk, vibrat-
ing like a banjo string.” What’re
you shaking about, Jones,” growls
Mr. Squosh. S-S-S-ummer e-c--
cold, s-s-sir.”
"Well don’t breathe it on me."
So you quit breatning.
"Jones, one of the department
heads reported he caught you
working twice last week. This :s
the kind of thing we are trying
to encourage arouna this place.
So, starting next week, you’ll be
getting $10 more. Don’t let it go
to your head.”
Go to your head: Bon”! The
world reels dimly and you hear
Miss MoPheeters say, “I think
he’s fainted, sir.”
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