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“Took her rifle, did she?”
His eyes had grown very serious as
he stared down into Mrs. Simpson's
concerned fact.
Hampton sent to the men's quarters
word for Carson and Lee to come to
the house.
He strode up and down the office,
the frown gathering upon his usually
A. Dittert Jr.,
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J. A. NEELY. M. D.
Bellville, Texas
Office above Austin Co. State Bank
NOTICE TO FARMER
I am not responsible for any damage
or for any theft of cotton from "
platform. . . . • I
BENNIE BADER
PUBLIC WEIGHER
Dr. H. E. Roensch
Physician and Surgeon
Drs. Trenckmann & Steck
PHYSICIANS and SURGEONS
Office above First National Bank
BELLVILLE. TEXAS.
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It came about, quite as matters often
do, that at the three-mile-distant ranch
headquarters it was one who knew
comparatively little of the ways of
this part of the world who was first to
suspect that all was not well with Ju-
dith Sanford. To Pollock Hampton her
failure to appear at dinner was signifi-
cant.
He learned from Mrs. Simpson that
in the afternoon Judith, after a hur-
ried lunch, had taken her rifle and rid-
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Hampton Strode Up and Down the
Office.
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Let us tell you more of our
SERVICE
they looked now. They were as hard
and bright as steel: no true woman s
curse, the crack of his
But frame up a mur
Where? Mrs. Simpson did
The bank let'S give them—fits !
whine of an enraged animal. "What's
the word?"
“Give us five minutes to think it
Temple Lumber
“YOU MUST BE PLEASED”
Crouching in the dark, reserving
their own fire while they waited for
something more definite than the hark
of a rifle to shoot at. their hands met.
of Quinnion’s voice, like the ominous seeing the end of the string we are
playing, that you are a man to my lik-
e
QUALITY, SERVICE, and VALU
must be taken into consideration when bus
ing, for collectively, they represent your se
QUALITY of materials, carefully I
lected, each to serve to its best advantage J
its respective places; together with our con
scientious and efficient SERVICE, will at 2
times assure you of the ultimate result-Va
••Well?" came the interrupting snarl quickly,
Pardnera
From without came the low murmur
of men's volces. Judith laid her book
aside and drew her rifle across her
knees, her eyes bright and eager. At
Infrequent Intervals for perhaps three
or four minutes the two voices came
indistinctly to those in the cabin. Then
silence for as long a time. And then
a voice again, this time quite near the
door, calling out clearly:
“Hey, you in there I Pitch the mon-
ey out the window and we'll let you
go."
"There’s a voice," said Judith quiet-
ly, “to remember! . I’ll be able to
swear to it in court.”
Certainly a voice to remember, just
as one remembers an unusual face for
years, though it be but a chance one
seen in a crowd. A voice markedly in-
dividual, not merely because it was
somewhat high-pitched for a man's,
but rather for a quality not easily de-
fined, which gave to it a crrtaln vi-
brant, unpleasant harshness, sounding
metallie almost, rasping, as though
with the hiss of steel surfaces rub-
lunch?" said Hampton.
over," returned Lee coolly. And, in-
credulous eyes on Judith's set face, he
said gently: “I was on the ranch when
the accident happened. He must have
ing !"
"My hat’s off," said Lee, with grave
simplicity. “And in any old kind of a
fight a man wouldn’t want a better
pardner than I can reach now, putting
out my hand. He’d want—just a thor-
eyes of a man with murder In his
heart.
"Then, thank God!” whispered Ju- forced Judith to stand close to the
tilth, her voice tense. "Can you keep rock chimney of the fireplace, took his
a secret with me. Bud Lee? Were it ( station near her. and answered Quin-
not for the man calling to us now, ■
Luke Sanford would be here in our |
stead. Crooked Chris Quinnion served ;
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Wednesday, October 8th
Beginning at 1 o’clock p- m.
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_________ ___ _____ __ ___ his time in San Quentin because my J
ranch dislike taking orders from a I father sent him there. And he had not
Knbrtvihgsubdunsougiclouswhorge been free six months before he kept in door. came together like one 1m-
ot ranch life. Judith wine the beet of his oath and murdered my poor old
them over. Lee decides to stay. I dad •
CHAPTER III.—Convinced her vet-
CHAPTER I.—Bud Lee, horse fore-
man of the Blue Lake ranch, con-
vinced Bayne Trevor*, manager, la de-
liberately wrecking the proparty
owned by Judith Sanford, a young
woman, her cousin. Pollock Hampton,
and Timothy Gray, decide* to throw up
hi* job. Judith arrives and announce*
■he ha* bought Gray's share In the
ranch and will run it. She discharge*
Trevor*.
CHAPTER 11—The men on the
eyes, lie thought swiftiy. Rather the
dith. And he's a scoundrel, if
smooth brows. Plainly if something
had happened to Judith the present
responsibility lay upon his shoulders
as next tn authority.
“Here I am," innounced Carson
briefly. “What IsitT
“I am a little worried. Carson," said
Hampton, "about Mlns Sanford. I'm
afraid—"
"Afraid? Afraid of what? You don't
think she eloped with your’ Jap or
stole the spoons, do youF snapped
Carson. He had been interrupted at
the crucial point in a game of crib-
bags with Poker Face and the cattle-
man's weak spot was cribbage. He
glared st Hampton belligerently.
"Where Is Lee?" questioned Hamp-
ton sharply. “Why didn't he comet’
"Dunno," anawered Carson, still
without interest. "I ain't seen him.
Wasn't in for supper—"
"I tell you,” cried Hampton, angry
at Carson's quiet acceptance of facts
which to him were darkly significant,
"he, too, was out with his rifle today;
I saw him myself. Now he foils to
show up! Don't you see what all this
polnts tor
Carton, who seldom lont his poise,
with one-hait of his brain still given
over to the band be meant to play
with Poker Fac, merely sighed end
shook bit heed.
Hampton enme swiftly to Carson’s
eide. "They left the Lowev Wnd this
aBmsw and eame on here The
nion, saying shortly:
“Come ahead when you’re ready.
We’re waiting.”
“He did nothing of the kind! He
reported that the tracks of the car
showed that it had kept well away
from the bank, that evidently it had
stopped there, that again it had gone
on, swerving so a* to run close to the
edge ! I know what happened: Father
got out to look at the dangerous spot
and to put up the sign he had brought
with him and that was found in the
road. Chris Quinnion had followed him,
perhaps to shoot him down from be-
hind. Chris Quinnlon's way! Then he
saw a safer way. He came up behind
poor old dad and struck him on the
head with something, rifle barrel or re-
volver. He started the car up and let
it run over the bank. He—”
She broke off then. Bud Lee felt
that he knew what she would say if
she could bring herself to go on; that
she would tell how crooked Chris
Quinnion had thrown the unconscious
man down over the bank to lie,
bruised and broken, by the wrecked
car. "
"You’ve got to be almighty sure be-
fore you make a charge like that," he
reminded her. "If Quinnion had done
it, why didn't Emmet Sawyer get the
deadwood on him?”
"Because," she whispered qulckly, "a
man fooled Sawyer! Yes, and tooled
me! Quinnion established an alibi. A
man whose word there was no reason
to doubt said that Quinnion was with
him at the time of the murder. And
that man was Bayne Trevors!"
"Trevorsr muttered Lee. He shook
his head. "Trevors la a hard nun, Ju-
erine rian. Bill Crowdy, is treacherous,
Judi h discharges him. re-engaging an
old friend of her father’*. Doe. Tripp, i
CHAPTER IV.—Pollock Hampton,
with a party of friend*, come* to the
ranch to stay permanently. Trevor*
aocepts Hampton's invitation to visit
the ranch. Judith* messenger 1* held
up and robbed of the monthly pay roll.
CHAPTER V.—Bud Lee goes to th*
city for more money, setting back
■afely with it, though hl* horse 1*
Killed under him. Both he and Judith
■•• Trevor*' hand in the crime. Hog
cholera, hard to account for, break* out
on the ranch. Judith and Lee, inventi-
gating the acene of the holdup, climb
a mountain, wher* the robber must
have hidden.
CHAPTER VI.—A cabin in a flower-
planted clearing excite* Judith'* admi-
ration. It is Lee’s, though he does not
say so. They are fred on from am-
bush, and Lee wounded. Answering
th* Are. they make for the cabin. Here
they And Bill Crowdy wounded. Drag-
ging him into the building, they And
he has the money taken from Judith’s
messenger. Besieged in the cabin, they
are compelled to stay all night.
nlemmeu-
Dr. Geo. W. Bacon
DENTIST
PHONE 200
Office above First National Bank
Bellville, Texas
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nudged Hampton and pointed. “There
are two horses across yonder; Bud's
an’ Miss Judy's, most likely."
Hampton did not see them, did not
seek to see them. Something new, vi-
tal, big. had swept suddenly into his
life. He was at grips first-hand with
unmasked, pulsing forces. "They’re at
it now 1" he whispered to , Burkitt.
Men—yes, and a girl—were shooting,
not at just wooden and paper targets
but at other men! At men who shot
back, and shot to kill.
"Listen," said Burkitt. "Somebody"s
in the old cabin; somebody's outside
Which ilwhich? We got to be awrui
careful,"
They began a slow, cautious ap.
proach. slipping from hush to bush
from tree to tree, standing motionless
now and then to frown Into the folds
of the night's curtains. Abruptly the
firing ceased. They made out vaguely
the two forms of the attackers, having
located them a moment ago by the
spurting flames from their guns Then
“Got enough in therer came the snari.
ing voice of Quinnion. "If you haven ,
I'm going to burn you out an' be d—d
to you!"
He got an answer he little expected
fur Hampton, running out into the
open .now that he knew that Bud and
Judith must be le th. enbin, was #r
seme Burkitt’s rifle spoke with
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mon. Xou now where Wer
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(TO BE CONTINUED,-----
such as Tablets, Ink, Pencils,
Penholders, Pens, Erasers, and
other articles call at my store.
Judith, Her lips tightly compressed,
shook her head.
“You didn’t find him under the car,
did you? And the blow that killed him
might have been dealt with some heavy
weapon in the hands of a man stand-
ing behind him, mightn't it? I know.
Bud Lee, I know!”
“How do you know?” he demanded
insistently. “You weren’t here even.”
“No. I was in San Francisco. But
the day before I had a letter from fa-
ther. He expected me home very soon.
He was going out, he said in his letter,
to look at the road over the mountain.
He wrote that the grade was danger-
ous, especially at the very place where
the car went over! He wanted me to
know so that in case he could not get
the work done on it before I came, I
would be careful. On top of that would
he go and run his car into such dan-
ger as that? Oh, I know!” she cried
again, her hands hard upon her rifle.
"I know, I tell you! From the first I
suspected. I knew that Chris Quin-
nion had threatened a dozen times to
‘get1 father. I knew that soon or late
he would try. I wrote Emmet Saw-
yer, our county sheriff, and told him
what I believed, asked him to go to the
spot and see what the signs told. A
square man is Emmet Sawyer and as
sharp as tacks."
“And he told you that you were mts-
taken F
der deal- plan to murder Luke san-
ford—No. I don’t believe it!"
“la he the man to miss a chance that
lay at his hand? The main chance for
him? The chance to hold a man Ilka
Obrla Quinnion in the hollow of his
hand, to make him do hit bidding, to
set him Just such work as he is doing
now? Answer me!» I* Hayne Trevors
above a deal like thatF
Bud Lea's answer was silence
"And there is one other thing," went
on Judith swiftly, "known to no on.
but Emmet Sawyer, whom I told, and
me and Chris Quinnion in father'* let-
ter be told me that a man had pnie
him some money the day before, ana
that he was going to drive to Rocky
Bend to hank it. That money, several
hundred dollar*, was never hankeq Tt
was not found on bl* body m
mdirgor
"Keen that doemn’t inertminat.
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“Na. The rant in pure guesswork m
my part. Guesswork baaed en what I
know. Not enough to hang Chris Quin
nion. Bud Lee.. But enough to make
me sure. He’s working at Trevors
game right now. If we can prove that .
It is Trevors’ game it will go to show
how worthless his alibi was."
"Well?" called Quinnion, the third
time. "What about it? We ain’t goin'
to wait all night.”
"Tell him," whispered Judith, her
hand on Lee's arm, "to come and get it
if he wants it! One of us can hold the
cabin against the two of them while
the other slips out lu the dark and
rides back to the ranch-house for help.
If we're in luck, Bud Lee, we'll corner
the bunch of them before daylight!
“It's the only way,” she insisted. “If
we gave them the money they’d want
Bill Crowdy next. If they got Crowdy
away with them into the mountains I
am not sure they could not hide until
they got him safe in Trevors' hands.
Then we’d have the whole fight still to
make, sooner or later. It’s our one
I
What’s to happen? Hub .
“You know as well as I do wha so I
of characters *i* about. The man. at
robbed Charlie Miller-who sho
BudLoas grinned Carson. "Don't
you go and fool yourself. That stick-
up gent is a clean hundred mile* from
here right now an still going real Nive
ly. If any other Jasper lent him.4
hand, why, he’s on his way. too Not
stopping to pick flowers. It s the "a
them kind plays the game.
Carson was so cheerfully certain, so
amused at the thought of Bud Lee and
Judith Sanford requiring anybody s
sistance, so confident concerning the
methods of outlaws, that final!)
Hampton sent him away, half-assured,
and went himself to his friends in the
living room.
He let half an hour slip by in rest-
less inactivity. For, no mutter what
Carson might say or these people here
do, Judith bud not yet come in. Hamp-
ton left them and went to Ins room
for a rifle and cartridge-belt. He in.
tended to slip out quietly. Marcia met
him in the hall; she had heard his
quick steps and guessed that he was
going out. Now clearly, though she
was frightened, she was delighted with
him. He had never thrilled her like
this before. She had never guessed
that Pollock Hampton could be so
stern-faced, so purposeful. She W his
pered an entreaty that he be careful,
then, as he went out, ran back to the
others, her eyes shining.
“Pollock is going to see what is the
matter," she announced excitedly.
Hampton passed swiftly through the
courtyard. He saw the light of the
bunk-house gleaming brightly. On his
way down the knoll he came upon
Tommy Burkitt.
“Is it Mr. Hampton?” asked Tommy,
coming close in the darkness to peer
at him.
“Yes. What is it? Who are you?”
"I'm Burkitt, Tommy Burkitt, you
know—Bud Lee's helper. I—I am
afraid something has happened. Lee
hasn't come in yet. They tried to pick
him off once already, you know—”
"Neither has Miss Sanford come in,"
said Hampton quickly, sensing here at
last a fear that was fellow to his own.
"They rode toward the Upper End.
You know the way, Burkitt?”
He moved on toward the corral;
Burkitt turned and came with him.
“Sure I know the trail,” muttered
Tommy. “You’re goin' to see what's
wrong with 'em? Miss Judy, too! My
“Bring out a couple of horses,"
Hampton commanded crisply. “We've
lost time enough already.”
“I’ll go tell Carson an' the boys—"
“I have already told Carson. He
says it's all nonsense. Leave him
alone.”
Tommy, boy that he was, asked no
further questions, but ran ahead and
brought out two horses. In a
twinkling he had saddled them and the
two riders, each with a rifle across his
arm, were hurrying over the mountain
trail.
In the blackness which lay along
the upper river Hampton gave his
horse a free rein and let it follow at
Tommy’s heels. When, finally, they
drew rein under the cliffs at the lake's
edge all was silent save for the faint
distant booming of the river below
them.
"Now which way?” whispered
Hampton.
Tommy was shaking his head in un-
certainty when suddenly from above
there came to them the sharp report of
a rifle. Then, like a bundle of fire-
crackers, a volley of half a dozen stac-
cato shots.
“Listen to that, Burkitt,” muttered
Hampton. "They're at it now—we re
on time—"
Tommy slipped from the saddle
wordlessly, came to Hampton's side
and tugged gently at his leg, whisper-
ing tor him to get down. Leaving
their horses there, they slipped into
the utter darkness of the narrow
chasm in the rocks which gave access
to the plateau above.
“Now,” cautioned Tommy guardedly,
as they came to the top, "keep close to
me if you don't want to take a header
about a thousan' feet. Look!" He
driven that heavy car a little too close oughbred ! And now, little pardner,
bing. Altogether impossible to describe
adequately, yet. an Judith said, not to
be forgotten
Lee turned triumphantly to the gin.
“Fve got hi. tag!” he whispered to
her. “I played poker with that voice
one night not four months ago in
Rocky Bend !”
"Who la he?" Judith whispered back.
"With Crowdy down, If we know who
one of these men is, the rest will be
easy. Who is her
"A bad egg," Lee told her gravely,
i “He’e done time in the state pen. He‛s
been out less than a year. Gunman,
stickup man, convicted once already
for manslaughter . . .”
“Not Chris Quinnion, Bud Leel" she
cried excitedly. "Not Chris Quin-
| nion!"
"Sh!" he commanded softly.
"There’s no use tipping our hand off
to him. Yes; it’s crooked Chris Quin-
nion. You don’t know him, do you?"
He had never seen her eyes look as
—
O. A. TRENCKMANN.
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