Eriday, October 11, 1940 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER Page 8 Booklets in Loose Leaf Ring Binders By RUTH WYETII SPEARS 117 HEN EVER I make n trip to By FRANK H. SPEARMAN O Fr«nk H. Sp«*rm«a WNU Servie« A burst of gunfire flashed from "Do you want to murder the fel­ must be rid of their trespassing and their increasing depredations. the chaparral next the river. Slugs low?” “Just want to see how many there No fixed plan was arrived at that whistled through the air. Felipe was night The men chosen were only hit but not badly. “Charge 'em!” is up there shooting." said Parda­ told to look to their arms, their shouted Bowie, and he spurred at loe amiably. And without hesita­ ammunition, their mounts, and to the thicket. They rode down the tion he stepped into the doorway No shot greeted him. ambush before the three men within himself. hunt up a few knots for torches. Bowie understood the value of sus­ it could reload. Short work was “Jus's 1 thought; jus* two uv ’em pense to worry defenders of a post made. Two of the men were stopped there. Look here." he said, shak­ and made no move to leave the and bound. The third, dodging rap­ ing the squatter savagely, “who's rancho until the next day had idly through the brush, was pur­ up in the woods?” "Must be Deaf Peterson 'n' the passed. It was after midnight when sued by Simmie out of the jungle, he called together his men and rode jerked from his feet by a lariat, and captain,” the squatter mumbled. “Jus's I thought, Henry—Blood finally trussed up with his compan­ quietly away for the river. Carmen had refused to go to her ions. Their rifles were hunted up and Peterson,” commented Parda­ ■ room until he started. She was un­ in the thicket, found and thrown loe. “Get to the horses," exclaimed nerved by the situation and the dan­ into the river. Shack after shack of ger. and she stood with him at mid­ that group was challenged and emp­ Bowie. "We'll see how much fight night in the patio until the last mo­ tied Each squatter was allowed to there is in those fellows. Pedro, ment. Tears glistened in the moon­ save what he had. The ranch horses look after the woman. Burn the light as she lifted her face to the they had stolen were claimed by shack and ride after us. That tim­ stars in prayer when he rode away. Pedro, but Bowie quickly repaired ber is thin; not much chance to The raiding party made a wide his tactical error in claiming them. hide. Go!" The run. with Pardaloe and the "Where can a man get to on foot detour in their approach to the squatter quarter. They forded the in this country. Pedro? We want ’em long-bearded Simmie at Bowie's river well above it and came slow­ to travel fast and far. Give 'em heels, was across an open meadow that exposed the riders to rifle fire. ly down through the hills on the the horses." At a point where the river, fed by This was held back until the three farther end of the settlement The moon was high but the chap­ confluents, broadened, and along the men were fair moonlight targets. arral along the river near the Me- slope running up toward the hills, But the beads were drawn on men lena afforded some protection as lay some of the choicest field acres sparing hard and heading straight CHAPTER XVIII the horsemen wound their way of the Guadalupe rancho. Here at the enemy. The squatter rifles blazed. Blood, Blood, as squatter chief, had fixed through it. It was days before Santa Clara In the silence after the next half- his own abode. With the airy as­ especially, was accounted a dead Valley recovered from the shock of hour one man. Bowie, emerg­ surance of a squatter he had re- shot, but the odds that night were against marksmanship from the its mighty earthquake. Gradually ing from the shadows, stepped to wood. Pardaloe's horse stumbled. news from the neighboring ranchos the ramshackle door of the nearest His knees crumpled, and Pardaloe reached Rancho Guadalupe, and the shack. It was built with a patch­ took a cropper. Man and beast excitement died when it was learned work of boards picked up wherever rolled violently along the ground. there had been no human casual­ found and dragged by lariat be­ Simmie took a flesh wound under his hind a horse, to the camp site; wil­ ties. right arm. Bowie, riding faster, The earthquake was past; but low poles chopped from the Melena reached the timber before the squat­ swamp had been added, together Bowie's most troublesome problem ters could reload. still confronted him—the squatters. with strips of condemned sails Blood and his companion made picked up from the water front of He resolved to act at once. no stand. Bowie caught sight of the “There’s nothing to be gained by Monterey. two dashing through the trees on Bowie knocked with the butt of temporizing—much may- be lost.” horseback and gave chase to the he said to Don Ramon energetical­ his pistol on the flimsy door. "Hello! one closest. Simmie. more enraged ly. "The quake has demoralized Inside there, boys! Hello!” he than seriously hurt, took after the called. them—couldn't help but do it. Any­ other. It chanced that Peterson was A second and louder summons way, I’m going after them in the Simmie’s quarry; Bowie was chas­ brought a tardy and profane re ­ morning.” ing Blood. “As you think best, senor. Take sponse. “Get up,” said Bowie sharp­ The squatters rode the fresher ly. “ I want to talk to you. ” care of yourself. To lose you would horses; they were more familiar There was some moving and fum­ be to lose the whole battle for the with the country. And their pur­ bling about inside with more pro­ rancho. ” suers. not able at every moment to Carmen listened to the decision fane questions. keep their eyes on the chase and "We re friends,” said Bowie, an­ with uneasiness and anxiety, but dodge among the willows and lau­ there seemed no alternative. She, swering a question, "provided you rels, found their hands full. too, only begged Bowie to be care­ behave yourself. Open the door.” “ Open it yourself, ” came the truc ­ Bowie succeeded in chasing his ful man out of the timber to a stretch Scouting about among the squat­ ulent challenge from within. Bowie of open country. Both horses, de­ ters the day before. Simmie had kicked the door open and sprang spite the desperate spurring of their learned that some half dozen of to one side. At the same moment a pistol shot rang from within the riders, were showing the grueling them, chastened by the fright of pace, but both held out till day was the temblor, had decided to seek shack. "What are you shooting at?” breaking. other regions for their abode. But In the stillness of the early dawn, Held bis man against the herizon. these were the milder mannered of asked Bowie casually. "Why waste with Bowie straining every effort to the invaders. The hard cases re­ your ammunition? There are twen­ ty men out here. If you hit one solved to take all he wanted for keep his man in sight, the chase, mained. you'll be shot or hanged in ten himself and had sworn he would de­ mile after mile, went on; only the At daybreak the next morning minutes. We're going to fire your fend himself. flying rhythm of the horses' hoofs Bowie took Pardaloe, Simmie and shack. If you want quarter, come Profiting by the absence of re­ broke the silence ushering in a Pedro with him. Crossing the riv­ out now, while you've got a chance.” sistance from Don Ramon during peaceful day. And where nature er, he directed his men to ask the A tall, gaunt and dirty specimen his long illness. Blood had built upon offered every possible beauty to squatters to come out for a talk. When six of them had straggled of the American outlaw frontiers­ his claim a rough attempt at a calm the heart of man, two men man of his day slowly emerged stockade. It stood on the brow of thundered in deadly enmity across a from their shacks Bowie, on his from the interior darkness into the rise that overlooked the river for field of poppies that turned the dull horse, explained his mission. clear moonlight that shone into the miles. The spot had been well cho­ brown of the cropped grass for miles “I’ve called you together for a doorway. He was rigged in a loose sen for defense and would prove. into a glory of golden blooms. pla’n talk, boys,” explained Bowie, ragged shirt and loose ragged trou­ Bowie realized, a troublesome ob­ The Texan with straining eyes adi'ressing the six squatters and sers. He cursed and growled; stacle to the cleanup. held his man against the distant their following of twice as many swore he knew nothing of any sum­ When they rode up tn the moon­ horizon. No thought of relenting, no scraggly looking men. “You are mons, bad been in Yerba Buena for light to Blood's place Bowie gave thought of mercy, restrained him. claiming land here that doesn’t be­ three days, and ordered the mid­ orders to his scouts and vaqueros. The insolence and invasion of a long to you. Hold on! Don't all try night trespassers off his premises. "Take no chances here. This man squatter might be forgiven. But the to talk at once. Wait till I get Bowie made no effort to appease is tough. He will shoot to kill; don't Texan’s thoughts were set on the through and you can have your say. him. He repeated bluntly, “Get let him beat you to it Scatter now. cold-blooded murder of an unoffend­ You’ve squatted here on a rancho your belongings out of this shack if Work around by the Melena. Don't ing Indian. That murderer must without leave from the owner, with­ you don't want ’em burned up.” expose yourselves any more than be held and punished, and his pur­ out asking leave. The squatter flew into a rage— suer meant he should be. “You are killing the rancho cat­ apparently a planned one, for he you have to.” With a sharp jerk of the bit Blood He had hardly spoken when the tle about as you please. You claim ended it suddenly by pulling a pis­ wheeled suddenly to the right, away it’s to feed yourselves; you claim tol, hidden under his trouser band scream of a woman surprised ev­ from the poppies and toward the that the owner's got more cattle where his shirt hung loose, and fir­ eryone. A second scream followed; then a succession of moans, growing Melena. It was a desperate move than he needs and you haven't got ing it straight into Bowie's face. for refuge, but if the murderer could fainter. any. But you don’t say a word It was not quite fast enough. Bow­ gain the swamp far enough ahead about his cattle that you’ve killed Bowie’s mind worked fast. He ie knocked the barrel aside and laid of his pursuer he could turn on Bow­ and sold in Monterey, do you? Not the butt of his own pistol heavily passed his rifle to the nearest va­ ie and pick him off his horse from a word about his beef quarters and across the squatter’s bead as the quero. “Spread out and charge 'em, hiding. hides that you've traded for whisky man sprang to clinch him. He bo^rs. A fight inside is our only It was a ten-mile run to the great there. You don’t say a word about slammed the squatter aside just as chance,” he shouted. "Scatter.” swamp. Mile after mile fled under raiding the rancho storehouse and Spreading into a fan, they dashed the drumming feet of the straining a second man sprang like a panther helping yourselves to flour and grain through the doorway, knife in hand. forward. A second surprise greet­ ponies. Yet Blood, even on the and wine. That has happened twice. It was a knife with a long blade. ed them at the stockade—a burst of fresher mount, could gain but little “Now, all that’s going to stop. I Bowie, taken somewhat by surprise, gunfire. A vaquero was knocked on his grim pursuer. Every glance say nothing more about old scores; confessed next day it looked a yard from his saddle; a horse went down. backward from the murderer's sad­ about your trying to burn the mis­ long. He ducked to one side, but Bowie and his two Texans galloped dle lessened his hope of a chance to sion night before last and your de­ the second squatter, a smaller and through the flimsy stockade to And reload for a shot after gaining the manding that the Indian women be quicker man, got the knife point into themselves facing flve fighting men. swamp, for Bowie, alive to the trick, sent out to you. They emptied their pistols, sprang was bent on defeating it Bowie’s left forearm before the lat­ "But take notice: You’re headed, ter could escape it The stab served from their saddles and rushed the Sooner than seemed possible, the one and all, to get off Guadalupe only to enrage the Texan, and the squatters, who, clubbing their rifles, two men, racing on narrowing Rancho and off the mission lands in wiry squatter took a fast beating laid hotly about them. But they planes, thundered into the lush twenty-four hours or to stand your from the pistol butt while Pardaloe were dealing with men familiar with grass of the Melena border. Blood, ground with rifles and shotguns. For and Simmie threw and bound the every trick of frontier fighting, and glancing back over his shoulder, tomorrow morning I’ll be here to tall fellow. the knives of the quick-footed Tex­ yelled a defiance and, halting on clean this whole mess up and it’ll "This buck is a wildcat,” ex­ ans turned the tide. One of the the very edge of the morass, be done. That's my say. Now you claimed Bowie, turning his smaller squatters went down, out. Two of whipped out a pistol and threw a talk.” captive over to Pedro. “Look for them ran for the cabin, and the re­ shot at his pursuer. Deaf Peterson did talk, and he his knife, Pedro. It’s here some­ maining two threw up their hands. It was an impossible shot made talked loud and long. "We stand on where on the ground. Felipe, fire Pricking them significantly, the Tex­ from the saddle on a restive horse at our rights as bony fidey settlers and this shack. No matter about the be­ an pushed them as unwilling shields more, than fifty yards, yet the slug citizens of the United States of longings. These fellows don’t de­ toward the shack. A gunshot flashed went home, tearing into Bowie's al­ America,” he shouted finally. “You serve any consideration. But first from the cabin. The squatter hos- ready pricked right forearm and c«u*t scare us n wc don’t surren­ make sure there isn i someone tuges yelled to the defenderé not to Shattering it between tiie elbow anti shoot and, leaping to the shack door, wrist. der our homesteads for you nor for drunk and asleep inside.” all the greasers in Californy. Capt'n Felipe, with lighted pitch pine, Pardaloe crashed it in and jumped With an impatient curse the Blood’ll be here tomorrow, boss. hurried into and out of the empty aside. wounded Texan, crouching in his Talk to him if you want to. ’N' if cabin. There was no further fire from saddle, spurred headlong at his en­ The next minute it was you’re looking for a fight you can ablaze. The two squatters were within. The vaqueros came up with emy. But Blood did not wait for the get one right here now where you’re dragged away and left bound in the loaded rifles, torches were lighted, attack. Bowie knew that the squat­ horsin’ around.” chaparral to work themselves free. and the men followed their leaders ter must have a second loaded pis­ "You’ve had your warning, boys,” “Move fast, boys,” counseled Bow­ inside. tol or he never would have fired so retorted Bowie evenly: and without ie as he galloped with his men down An Indian woman, strapped and wild a shot—a shot with which he further parley he and his compan­ the river. "The whole nest will be gagged, lay on the floor. Pedro cut could at best only have hoped to ions rode away. awake after that shot.” her bonds. She had been kidnaped hit the horse. But Blood did not After supper that night there was A quarter of a mile brought them from the mission. Two men, she know that Bowie had thrown away a council at the quarters of the to the second cabin. It was sounded, told them, had bound and gagged his empty pistols and now carried Guadalupe vaqueros. Bowie had as­ searched, found empty, and burned. her when she had tried to escape. only a knife. The squatter wheeled sembled Pardaloe, Simmie, Pedro, “Guess some of the boys skedad­ Who were they? Where were they? and plunged into the bog, Bowie Felipe and three of the hardiest of dled,” suggested Pardaloe. "How's Bowie tried to learn. He flung open racing after him. the cowboys for a conference. The your arm, Henry?” the back door. The moonlight When Blood, hotly pursued by streamed in. A rifle shot rang out Bowie, dashed into the swamp a plan of an attack on the squatter “All right.” and tore into the lintel above his feathered scream rose from a myri­ stronghold was discussed. The sug­ “Bleeding?” gestion of a daylight assault was head. It was from the woods and, ad of birds In their sanctuary, rudely “Not much.” as Pardaloe shoved a screaming invaded. Slinking cats scampered abandoned since it was almost cer­ “Got it tied pretty well?” tain to result in more casualties “Good enough for tonight. Come squatter into the doorway, a second madly from under the plunging shot came from the woods. than would be likely in a night raid. on.” hoofs of the two horses. The Ma­ It was no part of Bowie’s plan to “There’s another shack,” said "Hold on, Ben,” protested Bowie, lena woke in panic. shoot any squatters, but the rancho Pardaloe suddenly. "Look outl” pulling the squatter victim away. (TO BE CONTINUED) CHAPTER XVII— Continued •“IS— But only when their fear» had proven groundlesa. when it became evident that not a living soul was within sight or hearing, did Bowie and Carmen realize that a fountain of water close to the plaza was gush­ ing with a roar into the air and running like a river over the po­ trero They looked at the church but did not recognize it It dawned on them that the tower was gone. They hurried to the house. Their knocking brought no response. They turned to the door of the chúrch; it was still barred. With the earth shuddering every few moments un­ der their feet they shouted togeth­ er, called the names of the two pad­ res and their own names. Slowly and cautiously the church door was unbarred. Padre Martinez opened to them. Every soul—men. women and children—of those at the mis­ sion were on their knees, sending supplications up to heaven for help. Carmen, breaking into tears, joined them. THE SOLDIER OF FLUSHING RAY (“World Fair Site Proponed for Mil­ itary Training Camp.”)—Headline. Where Futurnma drew the crowds From Muine to Tlmbucloo. That's where I'd truin to battle tor The old Red. White and Blue; The Try Ion and the Perisphere Wil) do to mark the spot Where 1 got flat feet inarching on An exposition lot. ’ ’ New Englund 1 like to bring back something to remind ini that there have been about IS genera­ tions of homemakers in Americu since John Alden and Priscilla set up housekeeping in Plymouth col­ ony. This time my treusure win the pair of ancient flut irons you see here in use as book ends for my work-room library of loose leaf binders. Setting them up remind­ ed me that I have been wunting to 11 Where General Motors stood I'll let My army life take root; By Railroads on Parade I'll light And do it all on foot. Where millions flocked on pleasure bent And marveled merrily I'll drill und drill for Uncle Sam-- And think of Gypsy Lee! Ill Where “Streets of Paris" once held forth I'll master arts of war; (If they would only leave 'em there It won't be such a bore); Where crowds filed to the midway sights I'll drill on soldier grub; Baked beans and stew won't taste so bad Served near the "Terrace Club.'* IV I'll learn to swing a rifle near Tlie “Living Pictures" guy, And capture lovely models In My fancy twice a day; show you my method of fastening booklets in ring binders. 1 use %-inch wide gummed tupe. Pieces 2 H-inches long are folded in half. The fold end is stuck to­ gether and punched. These tabs are placed on the rings of the bind­ er and booklet stuck between the open ends. We ure inveterate booklet collectors on all sort of subjects. Frequently we cover binders with fubnes or interesting pupers so they look attractive on the shelves in any room. • • • NOTE: Here la a food ausgeaUon lor keeping tha arriva ot kewbig boukleU which Mra Spear« haa prepaied fur our reader« Thar« are flva booklet« avail­ able and a naw ona la publlahrd avary olhrr month. No. 5 contain« direction« for Ml dtffrrrnt homemaking Idraa. In­ cluding naw fall curtalna: uaeful holiday gift«. and deacrlpllon of tha other book- lata In tha aerie« When yoi wrlta for four copy of Book 5 br aurr to ancloaa Oc to cover cost and mailing. Send ordar to: MRS. RUTH WYETH »FEARS Drawar ta Bedford IllUa Naw York Endosa 10 canta tor Book t. I'll do guard duty many nights In weather vile or nice. Consoled by distant memories Of “Beauties Cased in Ice." V I'll stand maneuvers any time In wintry weather tough Upon the spot where dancers With soap bubbles did their stuff; In fancy I'U hear officers Cry "Ready for a raid!" . . . We've orders tor a state of siege Around the Aquacade!” VI From Standard Brands to “Gas" and "Coke,” From "Norway" to "The Coast," I’ll learn to be a soldier boy Within thia army post; Where stood the famous "Court of Peace" I’ll learn the blitzkrieg way. And chase that ritzy Borden cow Right into Flushing bay. VII Most training camps are dullish spots— There's little color found; A World's fair site should be a cam; Where glamour doth abound. Nam« .......................................................... Addreaa ■•••.•••••••••••••••••••«•••• INDIGESTION may aflacr the Heart Gaa rraeaed I a th. aUanarh ar rV>.< Mr art Ilka a ---- ------- aa ----- - AI th. hr.l ata» <‘(-haV-ee una/t man «wrwti .Ut-cr.J < m > Hall Talliate to t«hS frrw Helaiatlv« 1»