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SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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INSTALLMENT 13
Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built
ttp a vast string ot ranches. King was
killed by his powerful and unscrupulous
competitor. Ben Thorpe
Bill Roper,
King's adopted son. was determined to
avenge his death tn spile of the oppon
•
CHAPTER XVII—Continued
A shiver ran the length of Jody
Gordon's body. Casually, as if they
were talking about getting breakfast,
these quiet-faced men were speak
ing of a proposed death—the death
of a boy who had once been very
close to her. and very dear. Sud
denly she was able to glimpse the
power and the depth of the animosi
ty behind the mission of these men.
No effort and no cost would seem
to Ben Thorpe too great if in the
end Bill Roper was struck out of ex-
istence.
"Jim," the younger rider said so-
berly, "if Roper's got his wild bunch
with him—Jim, it's such a fight as
none of us have ever gone into yet!
When you stop to think that any
time—any minute—a bunch ot 'em
may land in here—”
“Charley's on lookout," Jim Leath
ers shrugged. "We'll know in plenty
time."
A silence fell, a long silence,
Heavy upon Jody Gordon was the
panic of an open-space creature held
helpless within close walls.
Her
voice was low and bitter. “You're
set on holding me here?"
“No call to put it that way." Jim
Leathers said mildly, almost gen
tly. But his eyes denied that mild
ness, so that behind him Jody sensed
again the vast animosity built by
the Texas Rustlers' War.
“I want a flat answer." Jody said
bravely. “Are you going to give
me a horse, or not?”
Once more Jim Leathers' canine
teeth showed in his peculiarly un
pleasant grin. “Hell, no,” he said.
CHAPTER XVIII
«IB STORY SO »AH:
lion ot hl» »wretheart. Jody Gordon, and
her lather After wiping Thorpe out of
Texas. Roper conducted a (real raid
upon Thorpe'» vast herd» in Montana.
Roper left for Lew Gordon'» home when
told that Jody had disappeared Unable
•
•
I beyond his age. in a face so dark
to reconcile her father with Roper. Jody
had set out with Shoshone Wllce to And
hin> They weie attacked by some of
Thorpe's men hiding in Roper's shack.
Wilce escaped but Jody was captured.
The men decided to hold her as bait
• •
dieted, forms lovely large und
small accessories. It is fun tu do.
• • •
Al TOMOIUI.ING AND THE
BLOOD TESI
"Pull over to the curb!”
“What for?”
“For a blood
test."
"But I ain't
bleedin’, officer!"
"Y o u
"'"WILL
bel”
“It was your own man talked her
and lean-carved it was hard to rec into it." Gordon said with menace.
ognize behind it the face of Dusty
“My own man? What man?”
King's kid
He made no attempt
“A little sniveler called Shoshone
• •
to answer a question which was nec Wilce. Everybody knows he was a
Thia may be a
essarily meaningless to him. He scout coyote for you. before Texas
typical Sunday
finished pulling off his gloves, unbut ever nut you out."
afternoon dialogue in heavy auto
toned his coat, and hooked his I
“Nobody run me out of any place,” traffic this summer. Already one
thumbs in his belt before he spoke. Roper said; but hts mind whipped state. New York, has passed a law
“I heard yesterday that Jody has to something else. It was true that making the alcoholic content of the
turned up missing," he said,
“I he talked to certain men in the town blood stream admissible court evi
came to Miles hell-foisleather to see before he had come here. Now sud dence in the case of alleged drunken
if it’s so. From what I could fine1 denly he knew that he had learned driving.
out down in the town, no word has what he had come to find out. He
come in on where she is. If that's buttoned his coat, pulled on his
If your blood shows IS-lOOths of
true, I don't aim to give my time gloves.
1 per cent alcohol, you're pickled
Gordon confronted him stubbornly. And if it holds more than S-lOOths
to anything else until she's found."
“
I
mean you shan’t leave here with but less than 15-100ths, you're not
"You mean to deny you know
out telling me what you know.”
any too sober.
where she is?” Gordon shouted
• • •
A glint of hard amusement was
Roper's voice did not change.
plain in Bill Roper's eyes, "I know
has always been the custom to
It
"You talk like a fool." he said.
what you've told me. But I’ll add judge whether an automobile driver
Lew Gordon's eyes were savagely this onto it. I think you'll soon was soused or sober by his behavior,
intent upon Roper's face; he was have back your girl I'm walking breuth and monologue after the mo
trying to discover if this tnan could out of here now, Lew, because it's ment of impact. But it is going
be believed.
time for me to look into a couple of to be a matter for a laboratory from
"You may be lying.” he added at things. But I’ll be seeing you—if now on.
• • •
last, “and you may not, but I’ll tell Thorpe don’t get you first"
you this—you sure won't leave here
The veins stood out sharply on
Once you just called a cop if some
t Lew Gordon's forehead, high-lighted driver returning from a wedding
by a faint dampness. “In all fair tried to go between your front head
ness I’U tell you this," he said. "It’s lights, mistaking your flivver for
true I can't lift a gun on you, or two bicycles. Now you call a chem
j on any man who stands with empty 1st.
• • •
hands. But as soon as you're out of
that door, all Miles City will be on
Little week-end travels.
Little drop» of gore.
the jump to see you don't get loose.
Twenty thousand hangs over your
Tell which driver's half stewed
head, my boy!”
And which driver's more.
• • •
"Quite a tidy little nest egg.” Rop-
er agreed. "I'd like to have it my
The cry after each sound of rip
self."
ping fenders will be, “Quick, officer,
And arrangements
A trick of the wind sent a great the needle!"
whirl of papers across the room as may have to be made to have a
chemical laboratory at every pump
■ he went out."
He had not come here without pro ing station.
viding that the horse which waited
under his saddle was fresh and good.
He struck westward now out of Miles
City, unhurrying. At the half mile
he found a broad cross trail where
I some random band of cattle had
trampled the snow into a trackless
: pavement. He turned north in this.
1 followed it for a mile, then swung
and the Blood Test.
northwest over markless snow. Now
• • •
that this horse was warmed a lit
You may be able to tell how many
tle he settled deep in his saddle and
pushed the animal into a steady times a man has been arrested for
trot; at that gait, even in the snow, drunken driving by the needle
he could expect the tough range- marks on his arm.
bred pony to last most of the night
Lew Gordon's eyes were savage
Can’t you picture the scene: You
ly intent on Roper’s face.
are tooling along the highway when
CHAPTER XIX
some fellow tourist tears off your
till I find out where my girl is.
You leap out, fire in
You're wanted anyway, my laddie
A tired horse is not much in left fender.
buck; there's a legal reward on your clined to shy. toward the end of ■ your eye and demand. "Whatxam-
head, right now—and part of it was long day's travel; and when Bill mattah? Doncha know how to
put up by me.”
Roper's horse snorted and jumped drive?" He falls out of his car, zig
"I beard that,” Bill Roper said. sidewise out of its tracks the rider zags unsteadily to your side and re
“When I get ready to leave. I'll looked twice, curiously, at the car marks, "Lisshen, whoosha think
thinkya talking to whaffor and what-
leave, all right My advice to you is cass which had spooked his pony. A
to begin using your head. I may be dead pony on the winter range be za big idea cornin' oush side street
in a kind of funny position. But it ing a fairly common thing, he was sixty miles sour and nosh give no
puts me where I know things about about to ride on, when he noticed warning, huh?”• • •
the Montana range that neither you something about this particular dead
Now up to 1941 you could just draw
nor your outfits have got any clue to. pony which caused him to pull up
If you want your daughter back you and dismount for a closer examina back and say, “Why, you're drunk,
mister!"
But not any more
better figure to use what I know tion.
about the Deep Grass.1’
After leaving Lew Gordon he had You've got to get a needle and make
Lew Gordon compelled himself to ridden deep into the night. Half an sure!
Perhaps Lew Gordon should have
known that if Bill Roper learned of
Jody's disappearance at all. Roper
would come directly to him.
And, knowing this, be should have
prepared himself. But Lew Gordon
bad not met Roper face to face in
nearly two years; and nothing was
farther from bis mind than the pos
sibility that Roper would walk in
upon him now.
Upon this night Lew Gordon was
pacing the main room of his little
Miles City bouse; forty-eight hours
had passed since bis daughter's dis
appearance and the old cattleman
had lashed himself into a state of
repressed fury 'comparable to that
of a trap-baffled mountain lion, or
a goaded bear. Everything that
could be done to locate his daugh
ter was being done.
He knew that Jody’s disappear
ance was voluntary, and he knew its
purpose. The brief but highly in
formative note that Jody bad left
him told him that much. It simply
said:
“One of you must be made to see
reason. I am going to talk to Billy
Roper myself.”
What this did not tell him was
where Roper was, or how Jody ex
pected to find him. Impatient of
mystery and delay, be could not un
derstand why his many far-scattered
temporize. What he couldn’t get hour would bring him within sight
cowboys could dig up no word. For
around was his own belief that Rop of the Fork Creek rendezvous, and
all be knew, his daughter was by
er knew something definite, specific, he was eager to push on, so that his
this time lost somewhere in the
about where Jody bad gone—or had deduction as to Jody’s whereabouts
frozen wastes of snow, in immedi
started out to go. He must have might have a quick answer, one way
ate desperate need of help.
known also, in spite of the bluff to or the other; but when he had ex
Lew Gordon sat alone for a little
which anger had prompted him, that amined the dead pony he was glad
while. For the moment his help
he could not hold Roper here when that he had checked.
less anger was burned down into a
This was no winter-killed pony.
Roper decided to leave, nor force
heavy weariness. His mind was full
any information from him in any The bright trace of frozen blood that
of his daughter, whom he persistent
had first caught Roper’s eye was
way whatever.
ly pictured as a little girl, much
the result of two gunshot wounds in
“
What
is
it
you
want
to
know?
”
more of a child than she actually
neck and quarters.
he
asked
at
last,
helpless,
and
angry
was any more.
A dark foreboding possessed Rop
Suddenly it struck him how curi in his helplessness.
er as he studied the dead pony. Rop
"In the first place, I want to know
ous it was that in this bare room
er himself was short-cutting through
in which he sat there was no sign what made you think Jody wai
the hills, following no trail. The co
with
me?"
of any kind that Jody had ever been
incidence that he had stumbled upon
here at all This was partly be
“You swear." Lew Gordon de- the carcass in all those snowy
cause she had never lived here nor manded, “you don’t know the an-
wastes could be accounted for only
even been expected here; but it swer to that?”
in one way: both Roper and the
brought home to him sharply how
“I don’t swear anything," Roper pony had followed a line of least
much of his life had been given
said. “I asked you a question, Lew." resistance through the hills— a line
to cattle, how little to his daughter.
Lew Gordon hesitated. It was a that had the Fork Creek rendezvous
It made him «realize how little be
at its far end. His discovery told
knew his daughter, and how little good many years sinc^ anyone had
him that there had been fighting at
talked
to
him
in
the
tone
Bill
Roper
he bad ever given her of himself.
Fork Creek within the last forty
This was Lew Gordon’s state of took; but for once the purpose in eight hours.
If he was right in
hand
outpowered
the
violence
of
his
mind as the door thrust open, let
believing that Jody had come to
natural
reaction.
He
turned
from
ting in a brief lash of wintry wind;
Fork Creek—
and he wheeled in his chair to face his litter of papers, and handed Bill
He remounted and swung north-
Roper
the
little
scrap
of
Jody's
the last man on earth he had ex
handwriting which was all she bad ward, mercilessly whipping up his
pected to see.
left to indicate where she was gone. weary pony, but approaching the
Bill Roper shook a powdering of
"One of you must be made to see Fork Creek camp roundabout, be-
dry snow oft the roll of his coat
reason.
I am going to talk to Billy hind masking hills and through hid-
collar, then stood looking at Lew
den ravines. An hour passed be-
Roper
myself.
”
Gordon in a cool hard silence as he
fore he threw down bls reins and
When Bill Roper had read that, i
pulled off his gloves. Once this man
crept on hands and knees to the
the
eyes
of
the
two
men
met
in
hos
had been almost a son to Lew Gor
crest of a ridge commanding the
don—the adopted son, in actuality, of tile question.
valley of the Fork.
Lew Gordon's dead partner. But a
“This looks mighty like a false
He moved a half mile closer and
definite enmity now replaced what lead, to me," Bill Roper said at last. resumed his watch; but for some
a little while ago had been a friend “Like as if she aimed to cover up time be could make out nothing.
ship as deep and close as the vari where she really went, Don’t
Then just as the sun set. three
ance in their ages could permit. AU hardly seem likely she'd start out men moved out of the cabin. For a
the meaning of their association, al to come to me.”
moment or two they stood in the
most as long as BiU Roper's life,
"I know she went looking for you snow close together. One went back
was gone, wiped out by those two because she said she did. My girl into the cabin. The two others dis
smoky years since the death of don't lie.”
appeared for a moment, to reappear
Dusty King.
Roper shrugged. “Why should she mounted. They separated, and Rop
For a moment or two Lew Gordon do that?”
er watched them ride in opposite di
stared at him in utter disbelief. Then
rections up the nearest slopes of the
he whipped to his feet.
hills. These passed beyond his sight,
“Where is she?" he demanded in
but in another minute or two their
tensely, furiously. “What have you
ways were retraced by two other
riders.
done with her?"
y-
BiU Roper no longer looked like i
"Outposts,”
Roper
decided,
“Somebody’s keeping a hell of •
the youngster Dusty King had raised
careful watch."
on the trail. His gray eyes looked <
hard and extremely competent, old A MASK Of FINE F IC T I O N
(TO HE CONTINUED)
_____
But where? Have you a I needle on
you? Probably not.
So you yell for a cop. Here Is
where the catch comes in. The
blood test to be legal must be taken
within two hours of the collision.
What chance have you of locating
a cop these days inside of two
hours?
Of course, if the drunk is a good
fellow and wants to be fair, he will
give you a little of his blood volun
tarily. If he is the right type auto-
1st, he will carry a needle on him,
ab his arm and let you have a few
drops with a polite “Here’s my
blood. Just call me up and if I'm
drunk, let me know. We can adjust
things."
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3. How long is a tennis court?
4. Where is the world's largest
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5. Which of the following had
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8. The name of Elijah Lovejoy
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7. Over what country does the
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8. What organization la the
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9. What was the area of Ger
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Around the city’s big hotels.
A man is always gaged,
Not by what he does or sells.
But by the times he’s paged.
—Merrill Chilcote.
• • •
HUMAN TOUCH
Wherever I see a sign “Fresh
Paint,"
I gotta feel if it is or ain’t.
—Lee A. Cavalier.
• • •
The house of representatives re
cently killed a bill to have a black
out test In Washington. It figured
too many people down there are in
the dark as It is.
• • •
NO ERRORS
To market, to market
For U. S. Bonds new;
It makes me feel loyal . . .
And pretty smart, too!
• • •
"Some day our patience wiU be ex
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Whatl Again?
I’ve held, since a lad,
That women are sappy:
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And they cry when they're hapi j
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