Thursday, December 3, 1936
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Cane-bottomed chair seats can
be tightened up by washing them
in a weak solution of salt water
and then drying in the open air.
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• • •
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sharp knife cut into half-inch dice.
Add rest of ingredients and mix
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• • •
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pouring boiling water through the
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GUNLOCK RANCH
CHAPTER XIII—Continued
—1 9
The expression on Jane's face re
flected her perplexity. “That’s easy to
say. doctor, but It’s going to be aw
fully hard to do. I want to be rid of
McCrossen, heaven knows—for more
reasons than one. But I’ll need all my
courage when I try the job.”
She was glad, when she got home
that night, that her foreman was away:
It gave her a night to think it over.
In the morning he was over early with
a report from the pastures and much
pep tn his manner.
Calmly she told him she would have
to dispense with his services.
With a face as black as Gunlock
Knob, McCrossen rose slowly from the
chair In which he had been facing
Jane.
“So you're firin’ me?” Looking at
her coldly and searchtngiy, he spoke
tensely and harshly.
“I’ve got to cut down expenses,
Dave,” she said. “I—”
Before she could speak, he ran on:
“Folks don’t naturally fire an old hand
like me, your father’s friend, without
giving a reason, do they? What are
you turnin’ me out for?”
“Dave,” she said suddenly, “you’ve
always been paid well—where does all
your money go? Why do you have to
run steers off the ranch at night to
pay your debts?”
“So," he exclaimed savagely, “a few
head of steers that belonged to me by
rights anyway are stickin’ in your
crop, eh? Do you know your own dad
was the biggest cattle thief in this
whole country?”
Jane stamped her foot. “It’s not so !”
“Did you know he made a thief out
of me? The first calves I ever stole
in my life, I stole for Gus Van Tambel.
Doesn’t look very nice for you to talk
to me about stealin' cattle,” he ex
claimed scornfully, “the daughter of
a man that stole all he's got.”
“Dave," she protested, angrily, “stop
that talk. If my father owed you any
thing, I'll pay It.”
He laughed. “All right, kiss an’
make up.” He stepped toward her.
She sprang to her feet. "Dave, I—”
“Why, girl, don’t you know I love
you?" He spoke with a queer laugh
and, darting forward, caught her.
While she struggled, he rained kisses
on her face and neck and arms.
Jane, frantic, fought to repel him.
“Dave McCrossen, if you don’t let
me go, I'll scream across to the bunk-
house,” she cried.
He jeered at her. “Go ahead, there’s
nobody there. 1’11 let you go after
yon kiss me and not before.”
Just when she was afraid she would
lose consciousness, the kitchen door
opened behind McCrossen's back, and
Quong, half hiding a long knife in his
loose sleeve, burst into the room.
Jane saw the China boy first. “Kill
him, Quong, kill him !” she cried, be
side herself.
“Drop that knife !” thundered Mc
Crossen. Quong, his face livid, paid no
attention whatever—he meant to kill
or get killed. With fresh fear seizing
her, Jane jerked from the foreman's
grasp and flung herself between the
two men. “No, no, Quong!” she cried.
"Just stand by me. Now get out of this
house, Dave McCrossen. Never enter
it again. Go !” she screamed.
McCrossen recovered himself.
He
laughed. “What's all the row about?”
he demanded. “Just a little fun, Quong,
that’s all. The boss is tryin’ to fire me,
but I ain’t gone yet. Get out, eh? All
right, I’ll get out—for now.”
And laughing grotesquely, .McCros
sen strode to the front door, threw it
open, walked out, and slammed It shut
behind him.
Thoroughly shaken by the scene,
Jane, without waiting for anything to
eat, rode into town to seek Carpy for
help.
He discounted her alarms. “No dan
ger at all, Jane, of McCrossen's shoot
ing Quong now. If all the threats In
this country were put Into action,
there wouldn't be enough live men left
to bury the dead men.
“Henry Sawdy will be In here for
dinner. He's the man for your fore
man. Talk to him after dinner."
“I'm afraid McCrossen will quarrel
with whomever I put In and kill him."
"Kill Sawdy?” mused Carpy apprais-
ingly. "Sawdy’s not so fast a man as
McCrossen. He’s not had to shoot his
way out of as many scrapes as Me-
Crossen has ; but Henry's nobody's
meat to serve raw—you needn't worry
about him.”
“If Bill were only well." explained
Jane wistfully.
"I'm glad Bill isn't," returned Car
py quickly. "I wouldn't want to see
him out and In trim while McCrossen
is raging around.
Then you might
have something to worry about. To
tell you the truth, girl. I'm holding
Bill Denison back right now.
He's
coming on fine, but let's let well
enough alone. After you talk to Saw-
dy, you'll see Bill. For heaven's sake,
don't say one word about your round-
up with McCrossen. Bill would Jump
the hospital fence."
When she saw Denison at the hos-
pltal. It was hard for Jane to repress
the excitement that the morning's
struggle bad left upon her.
Even without Carpy’s warning, she
well knew that if Denison learned
what had happened he would tear
loose from all restraint.
“What's the news today, dearie?" he
asked.
•Why, nothing special. Bill."
"You don’t act that way."
Jane laughed, evaded, and said the
real news was that soon the bandages
were to come off his eyes.
Sawdy accepted the ranch arrange-
by Frank H. Spearman
Copyright Frank R. Spearman
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ment without a qualm, though Sleepy
Cat knew even before he rode out to
assume his post that McCrossen was
vowing vengeance.
The day after Sawdy took charge,
he was in town to do some ordering.
In Rubido's store he ran Into McCros
sen. Sawdy shook hands with him, and
McCrossen told him he would be out
next day to pack up his things.
“I'll be glad to see you an’ help any
way I can. Ought not to be no hard
feelin's. Dave. What do you say to a
drink?”
The two, talking things over, saun
tered down the street. Sawdy baited
before Spotts’ place. McCrossen shook
his head. “Not in there. I don’t train
with that butcher. Come along to the
Red Front.”
“No,” said McCrossen, as he and
Sawdy poured their glasses, “I don't
carry no hard feelin's against you,
Henry—not a bit. Jane treated me
pretty rough, I must say that. But she
ain't to blame, neither. She's been
against me. It's Bill Denison that's be
hind all this. He's fair enough to my
face, but he’s double-faced.”
“Dave,” said Sawdy impatiently,
“don't talk like a blamed fool.”
McCrossen bridled. “What do you
mean, Sawdy?"
“Why, everybody knows Denison
ain't two-faced. A man may like Bill
or not like him. He's got his enemies,
I’ll admit”
“You're damned right he has."
“But so's every man. Well, here's
luck, Dave.”
"Luck to you, Henry—not to that—”
“Cut it out, Dave. If you an’ Bill
can't get along, that's your business.
He an’ I get along fine. Well, I've got
to be startin' for the ranch.”
"An’ for my old job! An’ my old
home,” muttered McCrossen. "Do you
blame me for bein’ sore?"
“Not a bit, Dave."
"Then fill up again an’ be damned
to all enemies.”
It was some time, however, before
Sawdy could break away. Even after
he left, the ex-foreman loitered at the
bar, pouring his grievance Into the
“I’ll Let You Go After You Kiss
Me and Not Before.”
ears of Harry Boland, the low-voiced,
mischief-making saloon keeper. “He's
got my girl,” complained McCrossen
doggedly. "You know that, Harry.”
Boland, leaning over the bar, listened
sympathetically and nodded.
“It’s pretty hard, Harry,” McCrossen
rambled on, “to stand all I've stood
from that man—you know that. Lit
tle Gunlock Jane—that’s what I called
her first day she rode up to the ranch
—that girl Is the trimmest little hussy
that ever crossed a horse's back In the
Gunlock
Hills — you know that,
Harry."
“Everybody knows that.”
Boland
nodded. "What would you do, Harry,"
demanded McCrossen, “If you was
treated that way.”
“Well, yon can’t do nothin’ now while
Denison's In the hospital, can you?
Walt till he gets out Then tell him
what you think of him."
The following day It was known up
and down River street that McCrossen
was spoiling for a fight. McAlpin took
alarm at the rumors that spread so
rapidly. He ambled up the street to lay
the reports before Carpy. “McAlpin,”
said the doctor, "don’t worry. There
can't be any tight as long as one man's
laid up the hospital.
I'm going to
keep him there till McCrossen cools
off."
“Why, for that boy to face McCros-
sen, half blind like he is now—It'd
be plain murder." McAlpin burst out
indignantly. “Bill Denison ought to be
kept under cover for six months. Doc.
till he can see straight.”
Carpy refused to get excited. "See?"
he echoed scornfully. “McAlpin, that
boy could see right now to thread a
needle In the dark. He doesn't know
that You keep your mouth shut, un
derstand !"
As the doctor spoke, Jake Spotta
stuck his head In at the office door.
"Hello. Doc," he called out without any
preliminary greeting. “I got a message
for yon from Sister Angela.”
“Sister Angela!” exclaimed Carpy In
surprise. "When did you see Sister
Angelar
“ 'Bout five minutes ago—been up to
the hospital shavin’ a man. Bill Deni
son's gone.”
Carpy jumped to his feet. “What
d'you mean, Jake?"
“Just what I say. That’s English,
ain't it? Bill Denison’s gone.”
“Where’s he goner
“How the hell should I know?" de
manded the Irascible barber. “Nobody
knows. Sister said to tell you Bill Is
gone."
“What—"
Spotts waved his hand. "That's all
I know, and I’ve got to get back to the
shop."
McAlpin sat with ears cocked, but
had no time to speak. “Run for your
life, McAlpin, and hitch up for me,"
exclaimed Carpy.
“I’ll follow you
right down.”
The liveryman drove Dr. Carpy up
to the hospital. Sister Angela In the
office met the doctor. “What's this I
hear, Sister?" asked Carpy. “Where's
Denison?”
"He's gone. He was in his room
and ate his supper at five o'clock.
When the nurse went into his room
again, the bed was empty. His clothes
are gone from the closet. We've looked
everywhere. What can we do?”
Carpy’s vexed face reflected his un
easiness. “There's nothing yon can
do, Sister. We'll hear from him be
fore we want to, I’m afraid.”
He
turned from the counter and whirled
around again to it. “Sister,” he asked
suddenly, "was there anybody here to
see him this afternoon?”
“Nobody but an Indian.”
“Did you get his name?"
“It was John Frying Pan."
Carpy grunted. “Thanks, Sister," he
said and hurried out.
“Where now. Doc?” asked McAlpin
as Carpy, silent and perplexed, got
Into the buggy beside him.
“Back to the office, McAlpin. The
bird's flown. Hell's loose, In spite of
my fine schemes.”
“Did you get any explanation?"
"Plenty,” rejoined Carpy grimly,
“Plenty !”
CHAPTER XIV
Bill Pardaloe received the surprise
of his life; it came to him that night.
Just as Pardaloe was enjoying bls
final smoke a gentle tapping at his
window aroused him.
Who's there?” he demanded gruffly.
“Awake, Bill?”
“Never talked in my sleep yet," re
torted Pardaloe. “Who be you?”
“I'm Bill Denison.”
“You're a liar—Bill Denison is laid
up at the hospital. Who be you?”
“Look here, Bill, don’t be a blamed
fool. I'm out of the hospital and rid
ing for Gunlock. Get up and open
the door. I want to talk to you.” Par
daloe grumbled a bit, and turned out.
The bolts clanked, the door opened,
and the ex-sheriff saw, within the rays
of his dark lantern, Denison.
"So It Is you, Bill. Well, I’ll be
derned. What’s up?” he asked as he
ushered his surprise caller Into his
bedroom. “How’s your eyes?”
“First rate. Bill. I—”
“Does Carpy know you’re out to
night?”
“Not yet.”
“You'll ketch hell.”
“Can’t help It, Bill. I want to bor
row your thirty-three, and I'm in an
all-fired hurry.”
“What do you want the rifle Pr,
Bill?”
"I'm riding for Gunlock." repeated
Denison impatiently. “I’ve got word a
party of rustlers are going to run off
some steers tonight, and I'm going to
interfere.”
"Who's the rustlers. Bill?" asked
Pardaloe. unmoved.
"How should I know? I'm riding
to find out," snapped Denison.
“Who brought the word to you?”
“John Frying Pan."
“ ‘Tain’t likely McCrossen would let
anybody do any stealin’ he didn't get
a cut in—"
“Do I get a rifle or not?” demanded
Denison savagely.
Pardaloe pointed.
“There's the gun rack—help your
self. Who's with you?”
“Frying Pan and Bob Scott”
“They got rifles?” asked Pardaloe,
rising.
“They have. Where's the ammuni
tion?”
"Here in the drawer. I guess I'D
take the old express.”
“What do you mean, Bill?"
"I'm going to ride along.”
“No.”
"Yes."
“I say no!"
"I don’t give a damn what you say.
I go.”
"Bill. It's not necessary. It may be
close work."
“I never seen no close work yet."
retorted the veteran, grimly sarcas
tic. “Kind of like to see what Il's
like !"
“Yes, bnt—"
“Tell John or Bob to saddle a horse
for me.”
“O. K„” muttered Denison, stuffing
his ammunition belt rapidly with cart-
ridges.
“If you're going, you’re go-
Ing."
The Indians, in the saddle, were
waiting outside. Scott got up a pony
from the sheriff's barn for Pardaloe.
Denison, on needles and pins, wait-
ea for the old man’s final prepara
tions. At last Pardaloe. considerably
hurried, grabbed a hat from the rifle
rack and stamped vigorously out Into
the night after his posse. He was the
last man to mount. Denison gave the |
word to go. and the quartette were
under way when Bill Pardaloe cried
a halt.
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By S. Eugene Colgin
I have smoked more than two bil
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Fine drops of
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S. S. COLGIN. who
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