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About The Willamina times. (Willamina, Yamhill County, Oregon) 1909-1972 | View Entire Issue (June 6, 1946)
THURSDAY. JU N E 6. 1946 TIMES, WILLAMINA. OREGON g». TURNING POINT ß y M a r y I m i a y T a y lo r niff. CHAPTER X with the darkness of the approach ing storm. Stenhart, weak and stunned from his fall, stumbled and set the stones rolling and tumblmg ahead of them. “ Steady, old chap.” said Jim. and his supporting arm tightened. It seemed to him that Stenhart suf fered with some trouble of the mind as deep as the stiffness of his body; not once had he lifted his dark eyes to look ahead of him, and he was ghastly pale. Jim. glancing back at the steep path, saw the feet of the men following them before he saw their bodies. The sheriff came next; Sherwin, he knew, was last—with his j guards. Overhead the trees locked : their branches now, and a dense thicket surrounded them. They could hear the cataract less distinctly, but the rush of wind in the tree-tops made a tumult. Jim , steadying ! Stenhart, spoke slowly in his ear. “ I saw you—you and Sherwin,” he said quietly. “ I was out in the road; there's an opening in the trees —one glimpses the ravine. How did you come to fall in that way. Max?” , Stenhart roused himself; he lifted his head and tried to meet Jim 's He sought a foothold, a crevice, and found one where the tree had rooted, a wide fissure in the wall of rock. He swung toward it, got his foot into it, and, holding thus to the rope and the cliff, reached down and laid his hand on Stenhart's body. He thought he was still conscious, for his heavy eyelids quivered, but he lay there, a dead weight. Swiftly, cautiously, Sherwin wound the rope around his body and made it secure under the armpits, balancing him self on a foothold so narrow that a touch might hurl him down. Then, ' grasping the slack of the rope, he ; began to climb. The ledge seemed a thousand feet above him. but, at last, he lay on its brink, gasping. He heard sounds now other than the cataract, the crashing of boughs, voices' He took no heed of them, for, as he rose to his feet, he saw the tree that supported Stenhart go down and the motionless body swing out on the end of the rope. Sherwin braced himself and began to haul ' him up by mam strength. Slowly, surely, he drew his enemy out of the abyss, steadied him at the edge of the rock, brought him safe over and laid him down. His own muscles ached and his head swam, but Sten hart still breathed. He opened his eyes and looked up in Sherwin's face. Sheer terror leaped into his eyes, but he was spent, helpless; his white lips moved, but only one word J came in a whisper. “ Water!” A mountain spring was trickling close at hand, and Sherwin cupped ! the water in his hands and wet his j face and lips, ar.c again Stenhart ! tried to speak; but. as his rescue^ bent to listen, heavy hands fell upon ! him and there was a shout of tri umph. “ Get him. Sheriff:'* Sherwin, on his knees beside the injured man, looked up to find the posse closing in. He shook off the man who had grasped him and rose “ Sangre de Criste!” she whis to his feet just as Jim Keller panted pered. awed, “ it is a judgment—his up the trail. dreams, his terrible dreams!” “ Hold on, C utlerl” Jim cried, “ that man saved Stenhart—I saw ■ questioning eyes, but he wavered and gasped. him—at the risk of his own life :” “ I —he was going to k ill m e!” he "A in ’t taking no chances. Mr. Kel ler. Here you, Adams, you hand said weakly; "th a t was it. I re cuff him; he's the man we’re a fte r!” member now, Sherwin was going to Sherwin offered no resistance; he k ill me.” Stenhart passed his hand over his submitted with an iron composure. eyes with a groping gesture. He had thrown away his dear- " I can t understand it,” tie mut bought Uberty to save Stenhart. tered; “ he w a / going to k ill me— “ I reckon he can walk, after all,” he hates m e!” said the sheriff. “ How you feeling “ Then, by heaven, he did a great now, Mr. Stenhart?” thing—he risked his life for his worst Stenhart tried to stand upright, enemy! Are you sure, old chap, but his eyes had met Sherwin's and quite sure—that he was guilty?” his mouth went dry. He wet his Stenhart's face toon on an ashy lips, shaking all over. “ We'd better carTy him ,” said whiteness. his lips shook. “ I tell Jim. “ Cheer up, old chap, you’re you he did i t ! ” he cried wildly. “ I — oh, my God, what lightning!” 6ound, no bones broken!” The heavens had been torn by a “ I can walk," said Stenhart thick jagged flash, the dark woods were, ly, leaning heavily on Jim. “ The ledge is mighty narrow; can for an instant, ablaze' with it; then you manage without help, Mr. Kel the roar of thunder rolled crashing ler?” The sheriff was solicitous around them, echoed from height to for the man who had helped him height. Jim , trying to steady him, was make his capture. suddenly swung aside by the other “ Oh, we’ll do!” Jim threw a sup porting arm around Stenhart. It was m»n'a blind agony of terror; the fall on the tip of his tongue to tell the had broken his nerve—he was al men to go ahead with the prisoner most hysterical. The rain began to and bring help from the ranch and fall in a torrent and Jim, trying to a car for the injured man, but he catch up with him again, carrie remembered Jane; he must go first abreast of a windswept thicket. He himself. The thought impelled Jim heard the men behind scrambling to look back at Sherwin, and some and shouting and thought of Jane. thing in his white face made him He had made her stay behind; was recoil at the sight of his bound she out there still, holding the hands. He beckoned Cutler to him. horses? He grasped Stenhart again "Is it necessary—I mean, those and they came to the last lap of handcuffs? By Jove, I saw what he the descent. It was dusk in the tra il did: he’s a brave m an!” and the rain blinded, but sudden The sheriff nodded grimly. “ Can’t ly there was a tongue of flame from take chances, Mr. Keller, he's a jail- the thicket, a sharp report, and Sten breaker; swore he was goin’ to kill hart crumpled up and sagged into ' Stenhart. I ain't so all-fired clear Jim 's arms. At first he did not in my mind what he meant to do sense what had happened; it seemed with him anyways—he had him all j a part of the tempest, of Stenhart’s utter collapse, and then he felt trussed up with that rope!” They began the descent slowly. something warm and wet on his Jim , supporting Stenhart, went hands and knew it was blood. ahead; behind came the sheriff, “ Good God, he’s shot!” Jim then the men bringing Sherwin. A gasped. Then he shouted, but his heavy cloud had risen in the west; j voice was cut off by a volley of its purple edges were sweeping up shots. The men behind had been ward. The sunlight went out and, as quicker than he; they were crash they entered the steep tra il, thunder ing into the thicket. rolled deeply across the hills. The Stenhart, meanwhile, hung heav way, narrow and difficult, grew dim ily against him. “ He’s got me this ASK M t ? A AHOTHSK i tim e," he murmured. "I'm shot, J im !” He thought it was Sherwin. Hut the sheriff came up, panting, "H it you, did he? Here, Adams, you hold up Mr. Stenhart. I want you—” he hurried J im ;—“ we killed th' fellow who did it, caught him running—" They pushed into the thicket, rain dripping from their hats and soak ing their clothes Two of the posse were bending down over a pros trate figure. The dead man had fallen face downward, but they rolled him over and Jim saw his distorted h face. “ It's Jordan," he said soberly. "He meant to ge: me—I'm afraid poor Max is done fo r!" “ By George, then we've killed two birds with one stone—we've got the outlaw and the escaped convict in one bag! Sorry about Mr. Sten hart—maybe the r. on had better make a stretcher for him, eh?" "Some one's got to go to the ranch and get a car—I —” Jim stopped short; he saw Jane coming. She ran to him and clung about his neck, forgetful of the quarrel. "Oh. Jim, I thouK',1 you were hurt or—" her voice trailed; she knew that it was not Sherw in, for she had seen him standing grimly between his guards. Jim pointed to Jordan. "It's done with, Jane; I'm goo g to have the poor devil decently buried. Jane, ride back to Las Palomas, get Mac to send the big car and—if she can come through this, send Fanny. I'm afraid poor Max got it bad. he's collapsed—be quick'” " J im !” she ctuni; to him. whisper ing, “ you know what he did—Sher win, I mean—don't let them take him away! Do something, say some thing! Oh, Jim , you—you must!” Jim loosed her arms from his neck . “ Look here, girlie. I ’ll prom ise to do all I car., but, for heaven's sake, get out of this quick—get a car. Stenhart mav be dying—it may mean a lot to all of us Q uick!” "J im , I must speak to him—” Her brother caught her sternly by the arm and dragged her to the end of the thicket. ' Now—go!” he said, “ or—I swear I'll have him sent off now!” Jane caught the look on his face and saw beyond him the death-like face of Stenhart. leaning against two deputies, only partly conscious. “ He's all In !” cried Jim. “ Can't you see? Beat it ! " The girl, half crying, ran out into the road. The storm had nearly spent itself and she loosed Tex from the sapling where she had tied him, and springing into the saddle, turned his head homeward. Her heart reproached her for the relief she felt. When she heard the shots she had thought only of Sher win and her brother. “ My heart, you are dripping!” Teresa cried, seizing her as she dropped from the saddle; but Jane scarcely heard her. “ Call Mac!” she said sharply, panting, her hands clasped tightly against her breast. “ And you, Fan ny, you've got to go in the car—Jor dan tried to shoot Jim and wounded Stenhart; they're afraid he's dy- mg— “ Fanny, suddenly white, gasped. “ Jim ’s safe?" Jane nodded, at last aware of old Teresa. The little brown woman dropped on her knees, crossing her self. "Sangre de Criste!” she whis pered, awed, " i t is a judgment—his dreams, his terrible dreams!” They brought Stenhart back to Las Palomas through the driving storm. The wind was snapping branches off the great trees and whipping the rain across the long s’ope in mighty gusts. The big car came swiftly, followed by the drip ping horses and men of the posse. Jar.e, watching from the veranda, saw Stenhart's white face and closed eyes as they bore him in, but her own gaze was following the drenched figures going down to the men’s quarters. She made out Sherwin’s tall head, and then the others closed up about him. She drew a quick breath of relief; he was here—Jim had not let them hurry him away. Then she was aware of other things. She, her self, had telephoned for a doctor, but it would be two hours or more before he could ¡each them; mean while Jim and Cutler had carried the wounded man in and laid him on his bed. Fanny, quiet, competent, greatly concerned, was doing all she could; Stenhart had lost conscious ness, but now, under her ministra tions, he was slowly coming back to himself. Mechanically, Jane obeyed the young nurse's behests, helping as best she could. 'TO BE CONTINUED! fv. quiz with answers offering information on various subjects (VA.A.(V.<VfV.fV.fV. fVC - (V (V f\. fS.(S. W N. U. R d t A S t THE STORY T H I S F A R : J * M ra- turned (ram the cabla, and Jim u ’d her be bad phoned the s h e rt* to rorae ».M get Sher win. Jane tnrned white. She mounted again and rode off. Jim a fte r ber. Soon they ronld eee Slenbart and the sheriff racing ahead. Jim Anally • lopped Jane’s horse Sherwta was »landing on a r liff. Slenbart craw ling along a ledge. Sherwta w a ltrd . sudden ly be eonlronled bis consta, l l i r « Sten- ha rt crum pled, reeled backw ard and fe ll over the ledge. He was canghl by a dw arfed tree, lim p but not dead. 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