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tween the slope and the cottonwoods,
to be confronted by a wide pasture
at the end of which a log cabin nestled
among cottonwoods. A column of
blue smoke rose lazily against the
foliage.
The horses labored out of the mud
to higher ground. Jim rode up to
the cabin. Never in all his life had
he been so glad to smell smoke, to
see a garden, to~ hear a dog bark.
His everquick eye caught sight of a
man who had evidently been watch-
ing, for he stepped out on the porch,
rifle in hand. Jim kept on to the
barred gate. There were flowers in
the yard and vines on the cabin—
proof of feminine hands. And he saw
a bed on the porch.
“Hello,” he shouted, as he got off
carefully, needing both hands to han-
dle Helen.
“Hullo, yourself,” called the man,
who was apparently curious, but not
unfriendly. Then as Jim let down a
,bar of the gate with his foot, this
resident of Blue valley leaned his
rifle against the wall and called to
some one within.
CHAPTER XIII
Jim hurried on to the porch and
laid Helen on the bed. She was so
exhausted that she could not speak,
but she smiled at Jim. Her plight
was evident. Then Jim straightened
up to look at the man.
His swift gaze, never so penetrat-
ing, fell upon a sturdy individual of
middle age—a typical pioneer, still-
faced and bearded. The instant Jim
looked into the blue eyes, mildly curi-
ous, he knew that whoever the man
was he had not heard of the abduc-
tion of Herrick’s sister.
“Howdy, stranger.”
“My name’s Wall,” said Jim in
reply, slowly seeking for words.
“Mine’s Tasker. Whar you from?”
“Durango. . . . My—my wife and I
got lost. She wasn’t strong. She
gave out. I’m afraid she’s in bad
shape.”
“She shore looks bad. But the Lord
is good. It’s only she’s tuckered out.”
“What place is this?”
“Blue valley. I’ve stuck it out. But
I’ll be givin’ up soon. No use tryin’
to fight thet Dirty Devil river. Five
years ago there was eighty people liv-
in’ hyar. Blue valley has a story,
friend—”
“One I’d be glad to hear,” inter-
rupted Jim. “Will you help me? I
have money and can pay you.”
“Stay an’ welcome, friend. An’
keep your money. Me an’ my women
folks ask nothin’ fer good will to-
ward those in need.”
“Thank you,” Jim replied, huskily.
“Will you call them to look after
my—my wife?”
Helen was staring up at Jim with
wondering, troubled eyes.
“Is everything all right?” she ask-
ed, faintly.
“Yes, if to find friends an’ care is
that,” replied the rancher, kindly.
Then he stepped to the door to call
within. “Mary, this rider was not
alone. It was his wife he was car-
ryin’. They got lost in the brakes
an’ she gave out. We must take
them in.”
That night, after the good ranchers
assured Jim that Helen was just worn
out Jim went to sleep under the cot-
tonwoods and never moved for seven-
teen hours.
Helen sat up the second day, white
and shaky indeed but recovering with
a promise that augured well. Her
eyes hung upon Jim with a mute ob-
servance.
Next fnoming while the women
were at work in the fields and Tasker
was away somewhere Jim approached
Helen on the porch. Her hair, once
again under care, shone like burnish-
ed gold.
“Well, you look wonderful this
morning,” he said. “We must begin
to think of getting away.”
“Oh, I’m able to start.”
“We mustn’t overdo it. Tomorrow,
perhaps. And then if we’re lucky, in
three days you’ll be back at Star
ranch. . . . And I—”
His evident depression, as he broke
off, checked her vivid gladness.
“You will never go back to—to
your old life?” she questioned quickly.
“No, so help me, God! This I owe
to you alone, Helen. It will be pos-
sible now for me even to be happy.
But enough of myself. I have traded
two of the horses for Tasker’s light
wagon. I will take you to the stage
line and soon you will be at Grand
Junction.”
Jim ceased. Her hands slipped from
her eyes, to expose them wide, filmed
with tears, through- which shone that
which made his flee.
“Wait—please wait!” she called af-
ter him, as he made with giant strides
for the gate. But he did not go back.
In a moonlit hour that night, late,
when the good Taskers had gone to
well-earned rest, Jim heard his name
called. He ran with swift, noiseless
feet to Helen’s bedside.
“You did not come back,” she whis-
pered. “I cannot sleep. . . . There is
something I—want to say.”
He sat down upon the bedside and
clasped her hand in his.
“Is your real name Jim Wall?”
ROBBERS’
ROOST
by ZANE GREY
Copyright.—WNU Service
CHAPTER XII—Continued
—18—
The instinct of the horses had
guided them to halt behind the only
safe spot on the unsafe bank. Jim
removed their packs, leaving the sad-
dles on. Without hesitation he pour-
ed out all of the grain, about two
quarts for each horse. Lastly he
jammed the packs under the edge of
the boulders and left the horses free
to take care of themselves.
He dreaded the coming hours—the
night—the—he knew not what.
Jim removed his slicker and folded
it into a long pad. As he crept clos-
er the girl stirred again and spoke.
He thought she asked if he was there.
He placed the slicker in the best avail-
able place and covered that with the
drier of the two saddle blankets. He
pulled the saddle closer. Then he
lifted the girl over his lap and cov-
ered her with the dry blanket. He
leaned back against the stone with
her head on his shoulder and his arm
supporting her. It was not only that
he wanted to keep her dry and warm;
he had to have her in his arms while
he waited for the nameless terror he
anticipated.
This was the climax of the storm
that had been gathering for days.
Out upon the level desert it would
have been serious for travelers; here
in this gorge it was a maelstrom. Jim
did not expect to live to hear it pass
away. Yet he did. And then be-
gan the aftermath of a flood let loose
upon such unstable earth. The wa-
terfall gradually rose to a thunder-
ing, continuous crash. It dominated
for a while, until the thousand
streams from above poured over the
rims to deaden all, to completely
deafen Jim.
A sheet of water, sliding over the
rock, hid the opaque blackness from
Jim’s eyes. Any moment now a flood
would rise over the bank, and when
it did Jim meant to climb higher with
the.girl, to front the hurtling rocks
and slipping sides, and fight till the
bitter end.
But many changes as the hours
brought, that flood did not rise above
the bank. Jim saw the sheet of wa-
ter fall and the black space of gorge
again. He heard the avalanches and
the great single boulders come down,
and the furious blackdash of the tor-
rent below, and the lessening roar
of the waterfall.
The time came to Jim, as if he
dreamed, when all sounds changed,
lessened, faded away, except the pe-
culiar thrashing of the stream below.
And he got to listening for that
sound, which occurred only occasion-
ally. For a while the sliding rush
of heavy water swept on, suddenly
to change into a furious splashing.
At length Jim calculated it was a
strong current laden with sand, which
at times caused billows to rise and
lash their twisting tips back upon
themselves. Long he heard these
slowly diminishing, gradually sepa-
rating sounds.
The streams ceased flowing, the
slides ceased slipping, the rocks ceas-
ed rolling and the waterfall failed
from a thundering to a hollow roar
and from that to a softening splash
Jim imagined he saw dim stars out
in a void that seemed to change from
black to gray. Was dawn at hand?
Had they been spared? The gurgle
of the stream below merged into the
distant, low rumble of the Dirty Devil.
Jim rested there, staring out at the
spectral forms on the opposite wall,
thinking thoughts never before in-
habitants of his confused brain.
But the sky was graying, the gorge
taking shape in the gloom, and this
place which had heard a din of hide-
ous sounds was silent as a grave.
At last Jim had to accept a mar-
velous phenomenon—dawn was at
hand. Gently he slipped Helen into
the hollow of the saddle. She was
still asleep. His cramped limbs buck-
led under him and excruciating pains
shot through his bones and mucles.
In the gray light objects were dis-
cernible. He could not see to the
head of the gorge,where the waterfall
had plunged out from the wall. But
silence meant that it had been surface
water, a product of the storm, and it
was gone. Beneath the bank ran a
channel of line-ribbed sand where not
even a puddle showed. On the bank
the horses stood patiently, except
Bay, and he was nosing around for
a blade of grass that did not exist
on the sodden earth. The great slope
appeared the same and yet not the
same. A mute acceptance of ultimate
destruction hovered over it.
Sunrise found Jim Wall topping a
rise of rocky ground miles beyond the
scene of his night vigil. Again he
followed his sure-footed lead pack
horse.
The sky was blue, the sun bright j
and warm, and at the moment it
crowned with gold the top of the pur-
ple butte Jim had seen twice before.
It appeared close now, rearing a cor-
rugated peak above yellow and brown
hills. Jim was carrying Helen in
front of him. Conscious, but too
spent to speak or move, she lay back
on his arm and watched him.
There had been a trail along here
once, as was proved by a depressed
line on the gi*avelly earth. When Jim
surmounted this barren divide he sud-
denly was confronted by an amazing
and marvelous spectacle.
“Blue valley!” he ejaculated.
“Blue valley! . . . Helen, we’re out
of the brakes! . . . S^fe! Men live
here.”
She heard him, for she smiled up
into his face, glad for his sake, but
in her exhaustion beyond caring for
her own.
There was no sign of habitation,
nor any smoke. But Jim knew this
was Blue valley. It was long, per-
haps fifteen miles, and probably the
farms were located at the head, where
irrigation had been possible. How
could even pioneers utilize that fero-
cious river?
Jim followed the lead pack horse
down into gumbo mud. The floor of
the valley supported a mass of foil-
age besides the stately eottonwoods.
And at every step a horse’s hoof sank
deep, to come forth with a huge cake
of mud.
At midday Jim passed deserted
cabins, some on one side of the river,
some on the other. They did not ap-
pear so old, yet they were not new.
Had Blue valley been abandoned? Jim
was convinced it could not be so.
But when he espied a deserted church,
with vacant eye-like windows, then
his heart sank; Helen must have rest,
care, food. He was at the end of
his resources.
An hour later he toiled past a shack
built of logs and stones, and adjoin-
ing a dugout, set into the hill. Peo-
ple had lived there once, but long ago.
Jim’s last hope fled. He was still
far from the head of the valley, but
apparently he had left the zone of
habitation behind.
The afternoon waned. The horses
plodded on, slower and slower, wear-
ing to exhaustion. Helen was a dead
weight. Despair had seized upon him
when he turned a yellow corner be-
NEW FORD Y-8
she asked, with more composure.
“No. I will tell you if you wish.”
“Are you a free man?”
“Free. What do you mean? Yes,
free—of course!”
“You called me your—your wife to
these kind people.”
“I thought that best. They would
be less curious.”
“I was not offended—and I under-
stood. ... I want you to go back to
Star ranch with me.”
“You ask me—-that!” he exclaimed
incredulously.
“Yes, I do.”
“But you will be perfectly safe.
Some one will drive you from Grand
Junction.”
“Perhaps. Only I’ll never feel safe
again—unless you are near. I’ve had
too great a shock, Jim. I suppose
one of your western girls could have
stood this adventure. But this was
my first rough experience. It was a
—a little too much.”
“I can never go back to Star ranch,”
he replied, gravely.
“Why not? Because you are—you
were a member of a robber gang? I
had an ancestor who was a robber
baron.”
“That’s not the reason,” he said.
“What is it—then?”
“If I leave you now—soon as I’ve
placed you in good hands—I can ride
off in peace—go to Arizona, or some-
where and be a cowboy—and be hap-
py in the memory or having served
you and loved you—and through that
having turned my back on the old
life. . . . But if I went back to Star
ranch—to see you every day—to—
to—”
“To ride with me,” she interfered,
softly.
“Yes—to ride with you,” he went
on hoarsely. “That’d be like what
you called your rough experience—a
little too much. It would be terribly
too much. I’m only human.”
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
she whispered, averting her face and
withdrawing her hand. “Jim, I be-
lieve if I were you, I’d risk it.”
Jim gazed down at the clear-cut
profile, at the shadowed eyes, hair sil-
vered in the moonlight; then, stricken
and mute, he rushed away.
Before dawn Jim had beaten his
vain and exalted consciousness into
a conviction that the heaven Helen
hinted at for him was the generosity |
of a woman’s heart. She could not
yet be wholly herself. He must not
take advantage of that. But to re-
assure her he decided he would con-
duct her to Star ranch, careful never
to reopen that delicate and impossible
subject, and after she was safely
there and all was well he would ride
away in the night, letting his silence
speak his farewell.
At sunrise Jim acquainted Tasker
with his desire to leave for Torrey.
At breakfast and in the bustle of
departure he was sure Helen felt
something aloof and strange in him
and he dared not meet her thought-
ful eyes.
(To be Continued)
BORAH SOUNDS
TRUST WARNING
WASHINGTON, Feb. 25.—Senator
Borah (republican, Idaho) Sunday
warned Donald Richberg and the ad-
ministration against any attempt to
differentiate between “good trusts”
and “bad trusts” in extending NRA.
“You may just as well talk about
good kidnapers and bad kidnapers,”
said Borah, who months ago assert-
ed NRA was fostering monopoly.
The Idaho senator Sunday referred
specifically to the speech at Miami
Friday night by Richberg, director of
the national recovery council, in which
the administration’s principal advisor
on NRA argued for a measure flexible
enough to allow a distinction between
kinds of trusts.
In his statement, Senator Borah
said the argument in favor of such a
flexible law reminded him of a “re-
cent argument of a noted lawyer mak-
ing the best effort possible to steer
between extortion and kidnaping.”
“Bad trusts and good trusts incor-
porated into law would simply mean
that monopolies were to be permit-
ted to prey upon the people by leave
of political favoritism,” he added.
Last year, Hugh S. Johnson, then
NRA administrator, assailed Borah
during an argument over the recovery
administration.
Borah remembered him Sunday.
“General Johnson was and is in
favor of trusts,” he said. “He said
so. There is no pretense about Gen-
eral Johnson. He thought the time
for the small man to go had arrived.
He declared frankly that practically
every code is in restraint of trade.
“And that, in my opinion, is what
is fertilizing to a large degree the
stupendous effort of the government
to restore prosperity.”
R. J. Andrew of San Angelo, bro-
ther of J. H. Andrew and Mrs. Clyde
Northington of this city, suffered a
hemmorhage of the brain Monday and
is in a serious condition. He has
been in very bad health for the past
few years. Mr. Andrew and Mrs.
Northington left here Tuesday morn-
ing for their brother’s bedside.
SUCCESSOR TO ELY IS AWAITED
AUSTIN, Feb. 25.—Sharp interest
in Governor Allred’s impending se-
lection of a State Highway Commis-
sioner Monday spotlighted his contin-
uing task of filling key administra-
tive posts in the state government.
Whom the governor would select
and how the nomination would be re-
ceived by the senate, which must
confirm, was eagerly awaited.
Thus far Allred has scored 100 per
cent in nominations, as none has been
refused confirmation, but filling the
post of Highway Commissioner, who
also will be chairman, presented a
ticklish situation. Much pressure has
been exerted to obtain reappointment
of W. R. Ely of Abilene, whose six-
year term ended Feb. 15.
Next in interest on the governor’s
list of appointments to be made soon
was that of a regent of the Univer-
sity of Texas to succeed Beauford
Jester of Corsicana, chairman. All-
red said he would not reappoint Jes-
ter, but withheld his choice.
Most other important posts, in
which incumbents’ terms end during
Allred’s administration, will be filled
after adjournment of the legislature.
Recess appointees will serve pending
confirmation in a future session. If
no special session is called action on
their confirmation will be delayed
until the next regular session in Jan-
uary, 1937, expiration of the gover-
nor’s current term.
Other nominations Allred may
make during the session include three
of nine regents of A- & M. College;
membership of the State Commission
of the Blind; Pink Bollworm Commis-
sion; Texas Historical Board; four
of 12 members of the Board of Medi-
cal Examiners; sundry commission-
ers of specific parks, and five mem-
bers of the Board of Veterinary Med-
ical Examiners. Dr. O. B. Kiel of
Wichita Falls was appointed by All-
red Monday to the Board of Medical
Examiners.
Officials named by Allred and con-
firmed by the senate include Gerald
C. Mann, secretary of State; Carl
Nesbitt, Adjutant General Fred E.
Nichols, commissioner of labor sta-
tistics; R. B. Anderson, tax commis-
sioner; R. G. Waters, casualty in-
surance commissioner; J. B. Keith,
member of the board of pardons and
paroles; Dave Nelson, chairman, R,
H. Martin and Roy Jackson, livestock
sanitary commissioners; George Dil-
lon Morgan and Dr. Edward Ran-
dall (reappointed), regents of the
University of Texas; R. A. Stuart,
J. D. Jackson and J. E. Josey, re-
gents of State Teachers College; Mrs.
James Monroe Charlton and Mrs. W.
K. Spell and Mrs. H. F. Ring (reap-
pointed), regents of the College of
Industrial Arts; three directors of
the Colorado river authority and five
members of the state board of public
accountancy.
Expiration dates of incumbents’
terms in many important state offi-
ces Allred later will fill include:
June 14—Two of six members of
Board of Pharmacy.
June 15—Three of nine members
of the Board of Health.
June 16—Three of nine members
of Prison Board.
June 25—Three of nine directors
of College of Arts and Industries.
July 1-^-Nine members of the ad-
visory judicial council.
July 1—State reclamation engi-
neer.
July 2—Board of managers of
North Texas Junior Agricultural
College.
Aug. 19—One of three members of
the Board of Water Engineers.
Sept. 1—One of three members of
the Industrial Accident Commission-
Sept. 1—Two of six members of
the Game, Fish and Oyster Commis-
sion.
Sept. 13—Banking commissioner.
Sept. 13—State auditor and efficien-
cy expert.
Oct. 14.—Board of Barber Exam-
iners.
Oct. 15—Two of six members of
States Parks Board.
Oct. 31—Two of five members of
the Library and Historical Commis-
sion.
Dec. 31—Member of Board of Con-
trol.
Jan. 1, 1937—Three of nine mem-
bers of the Board of Education.
Jan. 1, 1937—Chairman of the Rac-
ing Commission.
OLDEST TWINS IN U. S.
BELIEVED SISTERS, 90
PALMYRA, N. Y., Feb. 25.—The
title of oldest twins in the United
States Monday appeared to rest with
Mrs. Celia Wilcox and Mrs. Julia
Mattison, sisters who are nearing
91 years.
Previous claimants to the title were
Judge James T. Fox, retired dentist
of Catawissa, Pa., and his brother,
John C. Fox of Hailey, Idaho, and
A. T. McCarger of Burbank, Cal., and
his brother, A. L. McCarger of Whit-
tier, Cal. The McCargers, who are
84, claimed the title, only to be dis-
puted by the Foxes, 89.
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