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THURSDAY, AUGUST 6, 1936
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
PAGE SIX
GUNLOCK RANCH
SYNOPSIS
Sleepy Cat, desert town of the South-
west, is celebrating the Fourth of July.
Jane Van Tambe!, beautiful daughter
of Gus Van Tambel, hated owner of
Gunlock ranch, has arrived from the
East for the first time. She watches the
Frontier Day celebration In company
with Dr. Carpy, crusty, tender-hearted
friend of the community. Henry Bawdy
of the Circle Dot ranch, tricked in a
fake horse race the day before by Dave
McCrossen, foreman at Gunlock, plans
revenge.
CHAPTER I—Continued
— 2—
The noon train from Medicine Bend
brought a few more visitors to the
Fairgrounds. These made Just about
a load for Jim McAlpin’s bus. To one
Medicine Bend man, Jim paid particu­
lar deference, calling him frequently
by his first name, but doing most of
the talking himself all the way from
the depot, for his friend, like most
sporting men, was spare of words.
But the moment McAlpin’s favored
passenger had paid his fair, tipped the
Scotch liveryman generously, and
Walked toward the grandstand, McAl­
pin confided to those about him that
this was the celebrated Harry Tenison,
big-time gambler from Medicine Bend,
who talked of opening a place In Sleepy
Cat.
Sawdy and Lefever were in moody
confab behind the grandstand when
the dapper Tenison approached,- pick­
ing his steps with disgust through the
dust. Sawdy’s eyes lighted on the new
arrival first. lie gave a great start.
“Harry!” he cried. “For the love o’
women! Of all men you’re sent this
minute from heaven."
“How much is this goin' to cost,
Henry?” asked Tenison, pausing to
dust his shoes with an immaculate silk
handkerchief. Lefever, too, beamed on
Tenison.
“Harry !” he shouted. “For the love
o’ Mike, how come?”
“Two of you,” commented Tenison
calmly. “The clouds are gatherin’. I
supposed you’ve been cleaned by this
Sleepy Cat bunch and want me for a
pay-off.”
“Harry,” murmured Sawdy, lower­
voiced and very sober, “I'll admit I
couldn't have said It better myself.
Come this way. Talk low.”
The three found a quiet spot back
of the grandstand. The story of the
cowmen was soon told. It went Into
sympathetic and unhesitating ears. As
with all gamblers who play big, Ten-
Ison's mind was soon made up. “I don’t
bank much on sure things; but you two
seem to know what you’re talkin'
about. How much do you boys want?"
“A thousand, Harry."
Tenison thought a minute. “Is Jake
Spotts In town?”
“Here on the grounds, if he’s not up
at the saloon.”
“Hunt him up. He'll have a few hun­
dred. I've got a few in my pocket.
Where's the boy that pulls this stuff
for you?”
“Come over to the horses and meet
Bill Denison. We're keeping him dark.
They think he’s a hostler.”
Tenison, when introduced, looked
over Sawdy'a hope In ids usual cold-
blooded fashion. Jake Spotts, the pro­
fane barber-shop-and-bar magnate, ap-
peared meantime. Tenison nsked for
six hundred dollars. Jake counted his
roll. He showed four hundred odd.
“Give me the four, Jake," said Tenison
calmly.
“I c’n get all you want up nt the bar,
Harry,” suggested Spotts, thin, tall,
bald-headed, hollow-Jawed, and hollow-
eyed.
“There’s no time to make the trip,
Jake,” Interposed Sawdy, nervous. “The
races are pretty near over, and the
trick ridin’ comes next.”
“No matter,” Interposed Tenison.
“I'll borrow a couple hundred from
Harry Boland."
“Why, Boland's backin' the Gunlock
outfit."
“All the better. I'd Just like to dou­
ble-cross the , . .”
Within the next five minutes he was
talking to Boland. "What’s next on the
program?" asked the Medicine Bend
gambler after the preliminaries.
“Trick ridin’," said Boland.
“Chance to pick up any money on
It?"
"Sure, If yon can place any money.
Bet on McCrossen, ridin’ for Gunlock,”
“The rustler?"
“Hell, he’s foreman at Gunlock
now."
“I suppose Van Tambel wouldn’t feel
easy If he had an honest man stealin’
for him. All right. If you say It's Mc-
Crossen, lend me a couple of hundred,
Harry. I'd like to make my fare up
here, anyway."
Boland counted out two hundred dol­
lars and handed it over. Tenison hand­
ed half of It hack to Boland, "Put this
on McCrossen for me—I'll see if I can
place the rest on him myself. Who's
rldln' against him?"
"Two or three buekaroos. The Circle
Dot outfit have entered a young fellow
—we'll clean ’em, same as we did yes­
terday," predicted Boland.
“I heard about that—suckers will
always fall for It. Ilnrry. Well, 1’11 go
over and talk to Sawdy and Lefever—
see If they got any money left—maybe
I can get a small bet.”
Dolami was fat and short. He never
breathed easily; but he would not have
been aide to breathe at all If he had
heard the next talk between Tenison
and Sawdy.
"How does It look to you, Harry?
blurted out Sawdy.
"Like many things have looked be­
fore takin' ; they don't always look so
good after. Here’s Jake's four hun-
dred. I'm addin' six hundred—that
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makes your thousand. I don't know
about that cigarette trick. I never saw
It done but once.”
"Where was that?”
“In Madison Square Garden.”
“Who pulled It?”
“A young fellow—a Texan—I didn’t
get his name."
From the Judges’ stand came the
clang of the bell. The Jockeys rode up
to hear the decision. When they had
ridden away, the announcing Judge
called for the contestant In the next
event—the fancy riding.
Four entries rode up and were
checked in. First came McCrossen,
Gunlock foreman, tall and spare, long-
haired and straight as a statue, riding
the identical mare that had taken the
Circle Dot money the day before.
Next for entry came a Gunlock
brave, accoutered with banded hair In
scant Indian fashion. The third hope
was a local boy In brave apparel.
The fourth to ride up was the night
wrangler of the Circle Dot outfit—not
an alarming threat either In looks or
In reputation. He rode the horse on
which he had been so badly beaten the
day before, Lefever's little chestnut
gelding. His personal rig was incon­
spicuous. Having been worn the whole
way on the drive from the Rio Grande,
wear and travel stain had made them­
selves sensibly felt on it.
Three judges had been chosen to
name the victor—Jim Laramie, a north­
country cattleman, himself a rider of
no mean ability; John Seiwood, a min­
ing man who likewise knew how to
“I Suppose You’ve Been Cleaned by
This Sleepy Cat Bunch.”
ride; and an ex-sheriff, Bill Pardaloe
—now a deputy—and who rode like a
tub, but matched any man In the moun­
tains as a connoisseur of decent li­
quor, nnd who would drink nowhere In
Sleepy Cat except Jake Spotts'.
The first test came in Indian-style
riding. This meant bareback first with
bridle stripped ; then with bridle. The
Reservation entry was at home In this.
It made a pretty picture: the half-
naked young brave racing around the
track, throwing himself from side to
side and backward and forward on his
pony.
Pardaloe gave him n hundred points
and waited for the next man. The local
boy passed out on this test. McCrossen
made a splendid showing, but his size
was against him for that style of horse­
manship.
The wrangler, almost as large a mnn,
seemed able better to twist and wind
himself around his gelding. The last
time he raced down the course It
looked at a distance from the grand­
stand ns if the horse had lost his rider,
so completely did the wrangler hide
himself on the opposite side.
The Judges, at least, decided that no
buck they had ever seen ride could
hide himself more effectually from a
foe—they gave the Texan par with the
buck. McCrossen fell a few points un­
der the two.
Wild West riding followed. In this
McCrossen made a perfect score. His
long, lithe body In action, his perfect
ease and his striking garb brought en­
thusiastic applause. The wrangler, now
well thought of, was a disappointment
In this test. He got through all the
work, but seemingly unevenly and with
an effort. He dropped to eighty points,
with McCrossen at par. Even the local
boy and the Indian passed him.
"Looks like yesterday over again,"
said Harry Boland, disposed to Jeer at
Sawdy. “Guess your boy shot his bolt
on the first round.”
The laugh seemed to bore Into Saw­
dy. “We don't quit yet," he blurted
out like one baffled but not beaten,
“though I’ll say 1 have seen the boy
ride a whole lot better."
“What do you think. Harry?" Boland
was appealing now to Tenison, who
stood near at hand.
“Looks like the wrangler Is through,”
assented Tenison. Backing then to one
side and speaking loud to Boland, he
added: "Put that money of mine on
McCrossen—he's got the act In the
bag."
"Well, better luck next time. Henry,"
said Boland, resuming his prodding of
Sawdy.
“1 don't ask any better luck," retort­
ed Sawdy. “My boy is the best rider
in this bunch, an' I know It."
“Henry," asked Boland, “have you
got any money that says that?”
Sawdy fairly hated the sound of the
fellow’s sneering voice. "The boy's Just
havin' an off spell—might be all right
next event.”
“But you wouldn’t bet on It?”
Sawdy looked at his tormentor grave­
ly. “You want a bet, eh?”
“Sounds like it, don't It?”
“What odds’ll you give?”
Boland turned to Tenison to laugh.
“Here’s a man with the best fancy
rider on earth and askin’ odds on
him.”
“Askin’ odds on him today only,” ex­
plained Sawdy defensively. “He’s Just
off color today.”
Boland sneered again. “An* there
ain't goin' to be no trick ridin' tomor­
row. That's a fine proposition of yours,
Henry."
“I'll have my boy in the saddle to-
morrow for any kind of ridin’ you
name against any rider you name,” re­
torted Sawdy.
“What odds you askin’, Sawdy?”
asked Boland, dangerously near to a
sneer as be questioned.
“On the showin’ the boy’s made,” re­
sponded Sawdy impressively, “and only
on the chance he can pull himself to­
gether by tomorrow, I'm askin' two to
one.”
"How much do you cover at that?”
"All you can raise.”
“Sawdy,” snapped Boland, “I’ll go
you a thousand, two to one.” The
Judges’ bell clanged for the trick rid­
ing. Sawdy in consternation rushed to­
ward the stand. "Hold on,” he cried
throwing up his hands. “Five minutes,
gentlemen—Just five minutes,” he
shouted. “My man is changin' his boots.
Five minutes, please!”
“Does It take him five minutes to
take off his boots?” bellowed Bill Pard­
aloe. “I c’n kick mine off in five sec­
onds. Start the ridin’!” ordered Bill,
clanging the bell impatiently.
“For God’s sake. Bill Pardaloe!”
shouted Sawdy, “hold on, hold on—
give me at least three minutes.” If a
wink from the foot of a two-story bal­
cony might be described as stentorian,
such was the slow, agonizing wink that
Sawdy cast up at the Impatient Judge.
Pardaloe looked at his watch. “I’ll
give you two minutes,” he said sternly.
"Be ready or default !” But both men
quite understood that this remark was
for public consumption rather than lit­
eral enforcement.
Sawdy raced hastily back to Boland,
who, in fact, had followed him part
way to the stand. “You said a thou­
sand at two to one,” panted Sawdy.
He drew hastily from his pocket a roll
of bills and laid the money In Tenlson's
hands. “Count that—they’re mostly fif­
ties. Now, Boland, put up or shut up.”
“Just n minute!" Boland conferred
with his cronies—a group of them were
already about him. There was a turn­
ing sidewise, a digging into pockets, an
assembling of wads; the thousand was
hurriedly put into Tenlson's hands.
Boland was excited, Sawdy particu­
larly calm. "Boland,” he said casually,
"I'm hungry."
“What do you mean, Sawdy?”
"I’m hungry for another thousand,
same odds."
"Like hell. I guess.”
Sawdy pulled from another pocket a
second roll of bills.
“Put up, Boland, or shut up, just’s
you like.”
"Sawdy, I’ll bet you five hundred
more, even money.” It was purely a
bluff, but It brought an unpleasant sur­
prise.
“I want to be fair, Harry Boland,”
retorted Sawdy, "Just’s you was, yes­
terday. Put up your five hundred, bud­
dy. I'll cover It."
The words were a blow to Boland.
Sawdy’s not even pausing to Insist on
odds as the money went up told him
that somebody, somewhere, had loaded
something. Sawdy hustled back to the
stand and winked anew at Pardaloe.
The bell clanged. The contestants rode
up. The wrangler now, as Jane Van
Tambel saucily whispered to Dr. Carpy
sitting next to her, was a symphony
in brown, from head to foot—a skel­
eton brown Jockey cap, close-fitting
brown Jersey, brown Jersey riding
trousers, and low, soft, brown boots
made up his rig.
McCrossen clung to his scarlet sash
and silk shirt—nor had the Indian or
the local boy changed.
As the riding went swiftly forward
and the feats grew more difficult, the
boy and the Indian were eliminated.
McCrossen took these stunts readily,
the wrangler riding fourth, and easily.
In all the tests after him. These two
riders seemed Indifferent In all the
earlier feats. They rode standing, feet
first or head first ; twirling rifles, turn­
ing lightning-like in the saddle to face
forward or backward at full speed.
The crowd sat bewildered.
With the struggle narrowed to the
two seemingly even-matched riders,
spectators began to wonder how the
contest could be decidevi. The Judges,
after conference, asked for a further
trial of the familiar feat of picking ob­
jects from the ground.
Already these feats had been made
a feature and creditably performed.
But some word had reached the judges
that there might be further possibili­
ties In this field. The two contestants
were asked to propose their own
stunts, tossing for first choice. Mc-
Croasen won. A lady’s white handker­
chief was dropped, and. riding at speed,
turned backward In the saddle. Me-
Crossen picked It from the ground. The
wrangler followed suit, with easy re
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SAUL CONVERTED AND COM­
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LESSON TEXT—Acts »:!•». 17-19; I Tim-
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GOLDEN TEXT—I was not disobedient
unto the heavenly vision.—Acta 28:19.
PRIMARY TOPIC—Saul Becomes Jesus'
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JUNIOR TOPIC—On the Road to Da­
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YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
—Alter Conversion, What?
The conversion of Saul of Tarsus
is on of the outstanding events of
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of the Christian faith, for only on
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to the Lord Jesus. He hears from
his holy lips the solemn indictment
of those who persecute God’s peo­
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true accusation upon God’s children
had best beware, for so closely is
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the sinful skepticism of this proud
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into Damascus not as the haughty
persécuter, but as a man trembling
and astonished at his own sin. He
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19).
The fears of Ananias that Saul
might still be a worker of evil (v. 13)
are soon overcome by God’s assur­
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had prepared for himself “a chosen
vessel” (v. 15) to bear the gospel
to the Gentiles and to kings, as well
as to the children of Israel. Let us
not fail to note carefully that the
greatest of all Christian leaders,
the apostle Paul, was led out into
his life of loyalty and service to
Christ by a humble layman. Re­
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example stresses the vital import­
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of lay men and women. The lead­
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coming generation are now in the
Sunday School classes of our
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Saul knew nothing of that subtle
hypocrisy known as being “a secret
believer,” for at once he made open
confession of his faith in baptism,
and “Straightway he preached
Christ in the synagogues that he is
the Son of God” (v. 20). He became
indeed
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1:12-14).
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thirty-four years after his conver­
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years he forgets the trials and sor­
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shipwrecks, the bitter disappoint­
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Cor. 11:23-28). He remembers only
the matchless grace of God that
showed mercy toward a blasphemer
and persécuter, and counted him
faithful, appointing him with “his
service.”
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know to have been the great life of
the world's mightiest preacher by
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