Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, September 13, 1933, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextPl'GE TTG7JT MEDFOBD IZATL TRTBTIXE, MEDFORD, OREGON", "WEDXESDXY, SEPTEMBER 33, 1935. 7h- HIDDEN DOOR BY FRANK L. PACKARD trrXOPBIB: In Me (fort So frock down rss murdarouj Uaek, underworld ruler, the writer, Colin ifeuritt hat himselt accepted ae a member of one o the Matk'e ana$ under the name Clarkle nun. With Buck O'ilara, lieu tenant of the mvtterlaue etaek. and Bonnie Malone, Colin kae pone aboard the Alnuette to vut itt own or. Captain Dollalre, on the epot and f teal the llauor cargo to avenge Dollalre'e wrecking the Uaak't eounttrelting plant. But suddenly Dollalre turn on hie would-be exccutloner$ and firce Into their midet. Colin daahee the lamp to the floor and Dollalre disappear. Chapter 41 THE SLAUGHTER TpHBRB was a atlnglng asntatlon In Colln'i left forearm Ilk the ting of a burn. Strange I He beard Buck O'Mara groping, stumbling up the eompanlonway, then the rattle of lit cabin door as It was shaken riotously; then Buck O'Mara's snarl: "Locked 1 You, there Benny!" There was no answer. "What's the matter?" demanded Suck OMara sharply. "Strike a match, Clarkle, and see what's wrong with him." Colin obeyed. Benny Malone was till on the settee, only he was (lumped there now with his bead aagglng to one side. Colin crossed to the settee and bent over the other while the match burned Itself out "Well, what about ltt" Buck O'Mara rapped out "Is be hurt load?" Colin felt his Hps twitch as lie Answered. "He's got his," he said tersely. Buck O'Mara, lighting a match In turn, came down the eompanlonway Into the cabin. "That's 'a tough break!" be ex claimed with a bitter oath. "Benny was one of the beat of them. But if there's any knowing anything where he's gone, he'll know that he's the last man Dollalre will ever pnt os the spot, which would help some. .YouhurtT" "No," said Colin; "nothing to talk bout Got a little grase on the arm. maybe, but that's all. How about yout" "I'm all right," Buck O'Mara re plied gruffly. "But you didn't get that lamp out any too soon. The last slug hit the floor about an Inch from my head. Thanks, Clarkle." "Aw," said Clarkle Lunn mod estly, "that was nothing, Buck." And then Buck O'Mara laugbed out In ugly jubilation. "It won't take long!'! he promised grimly. "The boya'U let us out In a minute or two. Listen!" But Colin had already been lis tenlng. Almost from the moment Dollalre . had slammed the cabin door he had been subconsciously aware, while he had been primarily ocoupled with Buck OMara and the dead man on the settee, of a medley of ominous sounds from the deck above. He gave his whole attention to them now. They were the muffled ounds of shrieks, and yells, and curses, and whimpering cries and an almost constant rat-tat-tat like the muffled roll of snare drums. But the sounds were growing mo mentarily fainter, and presently, as he listened, they died away. And then the cabin door opened, and a lantern showed at the head of the eompanlonway. "Yoa down there, Buckt" a voice called out. "Yes," Buck O'Mara answered. "Who's that?" "Smudge Kllrea. Come on up." Colin followed Buck O'Mara to the deck. Three men stood there In the lantern light Smudge .Kil rea, Klengell, and Oeordle Napp. In attnctlvely Colln'i glance traveled around the deck. A few lanterns glimmered at various points, but the comparative darkness was merciful. Here and thore he could discern sprawled shapes. He did not look again. He did not want to see more. "WellT" demanded Buck O'Mara curtly. "What's the tally!" "All ot them," grinned Smudge Kllrea, "and none of us." "You're sure you got Dollalre V "Every one, I tell you. Sure, we gat Dollalre! But how'd he make his getaway from the cabin t" DUCK O'MARA lighted a cigarette - meditatively. "He got his gun on a neat play," he said quietly; "I'll give him credit for that and he got Benny," "The hell he did!" Geordle Napp sucked In his breath. "That's "Yes; It is!" Buck O'Mara broke In, bis voice gone suddenly hard. "Only I don't want to talk about It You fellows got your orders from Helmle tor the rest ot the nlghtt" "Sure," said Klengell. "We know where the revenue birds are tonight, so that's Jake. We're got time enough before daylight to get the goods off. Then we put the crew to bed In the hold with the batches on and sink the schooner." He chuc kled. "Ever hear ot ships being lost at sea with all hands, and never heard ot no more?" "All right" said Buck O'Mara tersely. "That's your and Helmle'a end ot It Remember what I told you about tomorrow night There'll b a juicy cut In this for all ot us. Tba MaakMl pay bigger for tonight than he ever did before even it there ain't a case landed. That's all Just velvet It was Dollalre ha was after and we all know why. Smudge, get my mob together, and take us ashore." "That listens good to me," said Geordle Napp: "But, say. Buck, what about Benny? What are we going to do with Benny? He sure was one swell guy, and ha deserves a swell funeral." Buck O'Mara lifted bis shoulderi In an Important shrug. "A parade, you mean," he aald, "with the papers asking where the corpse was found and who did 111 Think It out for yourself, Geordle. I don't like It any more than you do, but he'll have to go with the rest." "That's tough," muttered Geordlt Napp; "but well, I guess you'rs right Buck." "It Isn't a guess," said Buck O'Mara. "Good luck, yon fellows. Let's scram. Smudge. Oome on, Clarkle." Blood was trickling hotly down Colln'i band as he boarded the motoi cruller. He saw Buck O'Mara and Smudge Kllrea enter the wheel house, then he made his 'way down Into the cabin, where the rest ol Buck O'Mara's murder squad were gathered. He took oft his coat and rolled up a blood-soaked sleeve. It was aflesb wound, no more than that nothing serious about It except that It had been bleeding profusely. Some ot th mob pnt a rough bandage on foi him. They asked no questions. Thla time be felt physically a little giddy, a little nauseated. He went up on deck again. THB boat was speeding tor the shore. The wind whipped hit face. The talntness passed. There was but little pals Is his anja scarcely enough to make him con scious ot It It was not bis arm, It was his brain that tortured him. And, fight against It as he would, the nlgbt with Its scenes and aoundi of unbelievable horror kept passing again and again in review before him. Only one thing stood out In com pensatlon. He must Inevitably have grown In Buck O'Mara's estimation and Buck O'Mara was the oni man now on whom be was depend Ing to bring him Into contact will the Mask. How, or where, he die not know; but at any cost, oi through any means he could devise he must cultivate Buck O'Mara. A wharf showed up out of the darkness; a house, still mori shadowy, loomed up beyond. And then a light appeared suddenly li one of the windows of tho house and went out again. Buck O'Mara came out ot thi wheelhouse as ths boat drew up t the wharf. "You go back in the same car yoi came In with me, Clarkle," he aald "I'll drop you somewhere In the city Stick around." "Thanks," said Clarkle gratefully The mob debarked, and Buc) O'Mara dismissed them at the shori end ot the wharf. "Walt here tor me, Clarkle," bi Instructed. "I've got to go up to th bouse tor a minute." In the blackness Colin could see little only the vague outlines ol the wharf and bouse. He heard sev eral ears depart He heard the motot cruiser start away again to asstsl the other two boats presumably Id emptying the Alouette's bold. Per haps ten minutes passed, thjn Buck O'Mara came toward him through the shadows. Buck O'Mara wai grumbling and cursing audibly tc himself. "Anything wrong, Buck?" Colin Inquired solicitously, "Yes," growled Buck O'Mara. "Yon heard Benny and me talking, about Splnellt, didn't you? Well, he's In a Jam all right He's got to hare some kale tonight for his tier. It's Helmle's racket but nobody's been able to connect with him, so I guess I'll have to take It on and It looks like you weren't through with your Job yet tonight either." "That's all right by me," declared Colin cheerfully, (Copyright, lUi, rrank L. tackarA) But Colin dots not go to Spinein's, tomorrov Canadian Migration Drop. ROCHESTER, N. Y. (DP) The number of Canadian! entering the United States this year has dropped sharply as compared with previous years, according to Mrs. Florenoe P. Alexander, chairman of the Amort oanlsm committee of the D. A. It During the fiscal year that ended July 1 only 4633 Canadians entered a compared with an average of BO 000 a year Immediately preceding 1930. O. S. Rose for EJbertM. SALEM. Sept. 13. (yP) A com mittee of 15 men, Including seven laymen, was appointed by Governor Julius L. Meier today to consider pro posals for reform In Judicial pro cedure tc meet changing conditions In the state, and to recommend these changes to the state legislature. Rich ard Montague of Portland was named chairman of this committee. The committee was named pur suant to a resolution passed by the association, to appoint a committee of 16 from the bench, bar and lay men to consider proposals deemed de sirable because of changes In proce dure In the administration of justice. Others on the committee Include: C. H. Carey, Juitlce George Roaeman and John Carson of Salem; L. T- Har ris and Wayne H. Morse of Eugene: Dexter Rice of Roseburg; Alan A. Smith of Baker; J. R. Raley of Pen dleton and B. P. Irvine, Ben T. Os borne, Nicholas Jsureguy, Arthur C. Spencer. O. I Price end A. E. Clark or Portland. 1 One Covered Bridge Remains. CHERRYFIELD. Me (UP) Span ning the Narraguague River here la the only remaining covered bridge along the Atlantic JUghway, It Is 88 feet long, dates back to 1843, and has special pasasgeways for pedestrians. All the schools of the county with the exception of Medford, Central Point and Agate are now opened. Theae three will open next Monday. September 18. Sixteen schools opened Monday, as follows: Jacksonville. Phoenix. Buch. TJnlon town, Lone Pine, Talent, North Phoe nix, Applegate. Lost Creek, Forrest Creek, Dead Indian, Prospect. Little Butte, Hatchery, Shady Cove and Pern Valley. $aw SLET.S PULL S'MATTER POP- r By C. M. 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