PGE SIX
MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MEDFORD. OREGON. MONDAY. AT .flUST 9. 1937.
A Y ITS WORST
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS;
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX
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THE WORLD
. SIS: t'irt destroys Kay
' .-n's l,ai)i Nine ranch house
and barn. Josh Hastings, owner
of the Flying Six. tries to buy her
ranch and court Kay. She hates
him and is determined to keep
- her ranch and rabuild. Ted Gay
nor, a puncher the impulsively
hired, ftghtt Scrap Johnson, a
- cowhand tunc molested Kay. They
' shoot il out, wounding each other.
Hastings finds them unconscious
and murders Scrap with Ted's
pun. Ted crawls to a shack where
a girl naned Marion nurses him
through a leverish week. The gun
it found and Sheriff Farley
searches tor Ted. Kay decides to
look around herself at the scene
of the shooting.
Chapter 30
Lulling The Fire Patrol
"pHE miles slipped past, and Kay
finally came to the wooded
dope of the eastern divide. Re
membering that this was the re
gion Ton Runyon was patroling,
the speculated idly on the chances
of meeting him.
In one way. she hoped she
wouldn't. Vet. on the other hand.
she miRhl e able to give him her
Idea of the mysterious circum
stances surrounding the death of
Scrap Johnson, ana so make his
attitude less antagonistic to Ted
The probabilities were that Tom
Runyon hadn't heard anything
bout it, and It might be well to
set the trend of his first impres
. sions
As she gave Flicker free rein to
make the steep climb, she realized
that Tom Runyon might be a valu
able ally. With his knowledge of
woodcraft, he might be able to
pick up signs that Zeke Farley had
Eassed by. Kay didn't want him.
) go with her now. but she was
safe enough on that score, because
he couldn't leave his patrol duty
until relieved. Rapidly calculating
his free times, as he had outlined
them to her, Kay found that he
wouldn't be off duty until tomor
row She decided It would be a good
plan to get In touch with him now.
Cupping her hands about her
mouth, she sang out a ringing hal
loa There was a mere chance that
he might be within earshot, al
thought it was unlikely. If that
failed, however, Kay had another
means of summoning him. She
listened intently, but the echoes of
her call died away without any
answering shout After two or
three more tries, she waited until
(he reached the top of the ridge.
Dismounting, she made her way
to a nearby outcropping of rock
and hastily gathered some twigs
and dried bits of brush. She pulled
out her waterproof match box that
she always carried in her saddle
pocket, and lighted the little heap.
A thin column of smoke rose
lazily in the clear air, and Kay sat
back with an amused smile to see
how long it would take the famous
fire patrol to discover it She fed
the small blaze from time to time,
carefully keeping it on the rock.
Relaxed after her long ride, Kay
felt the peace of the solitary place
gradually steal over her. She
planned what she would say to
Tom Runyon.
Half an hour or more passed,
before the sound of a horse crash
ing through the brush of the cliff
below her, came to Kay's ears. Sit
ting up straight, she waited with
laughing eyes.
Enlisting Tom's Help
AFTER a few minutes more, she
heard him dismount at the
base of a shoulder of rock just be
neath her, The next second, she
was confronted with the barrel of a
gun, and Tom Runyon's grim face
behind it.
Kay chuckled wickedly at the
change in his face as he caught
sight of her. The hand holding the
gun dropped to his side and
amazement mingled comically
with chagrin and pleasure in his
expression.
"You!" he exclaimed. "Hell's
bells, I thought I'd run the firebug
to earth at lastl He gave a pleased
guffaw as he slipped his gun back
in its holster and strode over to
Kay with outstretched hand.
"Sayl This is some surprisel
That was a smart way to get hold
of me, all rightl Believe me, I
didn't waste any time getting up
here, when I saw that smoke! He
gazed with appreciation at Kay's
bright color and the mischievous
mile with which she greeted him.
"I thought I'd give you a shockl
Are you going to run me in? I'll
promise not lo do it again!"
"You do It as often as you like!"
Tom Runyon boomed, as he scat
tered the fire and stamped it out
"How's everything going at the
ranch? That fighting puncher-carpenter
of yours back yet?"
Kay drew a quick breath of re
lief He hadn't heard, then!
"You haven't seen anything of
Zeke Farley around, have you?"
she asked, to make assurance dou
bly sure.
Haven't seen a soul since I lit
out from the Lazv Nine last week.
I don't mind telling vou," he bent
Hopaful of winning the trip to tlir
Pacific liiternnttona) UvMtoelt eipoal.
tlon this fall aj-)naurl by th Pint
National Bank of fVrtlann, 4-H cli'b
member In Jack -on county are com
pleting apeclal prjcctn and preparing
entries for county and 4-H lair com
petlon. Cnolce of a txv and girl from
wry county In Oregon will be bad
on ouutand'ng '.eaoeiahlp and achta
vement In club vutk.
Success of the lt36 contest arrang
ed by tha First National bank throuab
Ita own branch pnlta and county
agenU brought rien1ng of the af
fair's scope to tnciile all of Oteg n
tb jeu. acconUct to Waiter H-
Brown. assistant vWe prwldent of tha
bank In charge of the Pacific Inter
national vtlt. H. C. Seymour. Oregjn
4-H club director, bus again been ap
pointed general cnairman of the Judg
ing and award.
Judgea will be the county agent
county superintendent of schools and
the First National Benk branch man
ager. In counties not served by tlie
Portland bank's brench syetem. other
local banks will oooperate In selecting
a third member of the fudging committee.
Heather
Northern California: Fair tonight
and Tue-ay but fog on the coat:
normal temperatme; gentle northwest
wind off coast.
Oregon: Partly c:.udy tonight and
Tueeday: unarttloi in nothwest por
tion: little change In temperature;
gentle noiihweet and off coa&t.
Clusing time for Too Late to Clu
Htf Ad It 1.90 J. n.
to Kay with the elr borate gallan
try that always gave her that sense
of uneasiness with him, "that I've
been counting the hours until I
could get relieved and get back
there. I never dared hope for this
break!" He smiled fatuously, and
drew closer. "What would Zeke
Farley be doing around here?"
In a few words Kay told him oi
the finding of Scrap Johnson's
body, and the gun she had given
Ted Gaynor.
"Of course, the ordinary, every
day mind jumps right away to the
conclusion that Ted u. the mur
derer," she ended. "But 1 knew you
had more intelligence than that so
I wanted to sCe you and get you
working on it from another angle."
Kav save him a sidelong look; to
see if she was putting the flattery
on too thick, but Tom Runyon s
pleased smirk was untroubled by
doult
"Well now, I'll be glad to do any
thing I can," he offered heartily.
"I can't sav I was much impressed
with this Gaynor guy that time 1
saw him up here with you, but if
you say he's all right that's O.K
with me."
"I know he's not a murderer,"
Kay declared positively, "and nat
urally I don't want a member ol
my outfit mixed up in a thing like
this. I'm going up now to look over
the ground at the central divide,
and I thought maybe you'd go up
there tomorrow, when you are re
lieved, and see what you make of
it Zeke Farley is all right, but he's
kind of clumsy, and he's got a one
track mind. I thought you might
run across some signs that he'd
missed."
"Sure I'll do It Til come right
back to the Lazy Nine and tell vou
what I find. I wish I could go up
there with you now." he ended regretfully.
1 know vou couldn t do that
today, but if youU go up tomor
row. I'll be ever so grateful. I don't
really exnect to find anything my
self." She turned and walked back
toward Flicker, with Tom Runyon
beside her. "But I thought I'd like
to see the place."
You re taking a lot of trouble
for this bird!" Tom Runyon shot
her a keen look. "I wonder if vou'd
take that much pains if I was ac
cused of murder?"
"I would if vou were a member
of my outfit" Kay swung into the
saddle, and added, with a demure
ly provocative smiie. "And 1
might, anyway, even if vou
weren't!"
Waving him a gay farewell, she
plunged down the trail that led to
the valley separating the two di
vides, crossed the stream and
mounted again to vet dizzier
heights.
A Stake Marks The Spot
A HALF mile or so from the
summit, Kay came on one of
the granite monuments that mark
the meridional boundary between
the two states. She drew in for a
moment and studied its undressed
surface broken bv the smooth
spaces left for cutting the words
"Montana" and "Idaho."
An empty feeling tempted her
to stop and eat her lunch here. But
she decided to wait until she
reached her objective, and pushed
on. Finally she headed Flicker
through the pass in the profile of
the central divide.
Reining Flicker In. Kay gazed
at the still pool of water that lay
before her. Its surface was stirred
by a gentle breeze which seemed
the only movement of the appar
ently insignificant head waters,
and vet it held the sources of two
rushing rivers in its mysterious
depths.
Kay had been to this spot a num
ber of times, as it had always held
a strange fascination for her. It
seemed incredible, looking at its
serenity in the early afternoon
sunlight that it could have been
so lately the scene of violence.
Dismounting. Kay took out her
lunch. She studied the general lay
of the land as she munched her
sandwich.
The grass was trampled by foot
steps and hoof prints, which were
fairly recent The sheriff and his
posse must have come back this
way from Clear Water Basin, she
decided. They had evidently fol
lowed down the south ridge, after
crossing the divide.
A short distance from where she
was sitting, by the water's edge,
a spot was staked out Kay realized
with a shudder that it must have
been there the body was found.
Kay tried to reconstruct in her
mind what had happened. Suppose
Ted had been wounded? What
would he have been likely to do?
That strange remark of Josh
Hastings about Ted's having
dragged himself to the water
flashed Into her mind. Probably
thst was what he would have done.
But after that, what? His instinct
would probably have been to stay
as near the water as possible, like
any wounded animal.
Kay iln-shed her lunch, and ex
perimentally followed the water
course a short way northwest She
soon gave this up after coming to
a precipitous drop of granite down
which the water trickled in a mini
ature waterfall.
(Cr.pyrtoht. JJ7. Uari, it KerrauA)
Kay discovers Ted and Marlon In
tha cabin, tomorrow.
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Ruler of the Waves
Out In the choppy English Channel
waters off St. Catherln'a Point, Isle
of Wight, a dull explosion cast a
momentary glow through the black,
foggy night of July 10. 1936. The
sleek, hull of the greatest yacht In
racing history poised In outline for
a moment, then slid beneath the
waves scuttled by order of the late
George V. the vessel's owner.
Built. In 1893 for the Prince of
Wales (afterward Edward VII), tha
cutter Britannia" entered a total of
62ft races. Of these she took firsts
In 231 and won prizes In 130 others
a record never aproached by any
other yacht ever built.
Never a competitor in an "America's
I Cup" race, the "Britannia" made up
for It by outsailing several winners
of the classic. She defeated the
American built "Vigilant," winner of
' the 1893 "America's Cup," In 13 of
is races.
Shortly before hla death, Oeorve V,
who inherited the "Britannia" from
Edward VII, expressed the wish that
the ship be scuttled If his sons did
not want her. Sir months after the
death of George, his desire was car
ried out when the yacht wes towed
into the channel by two British de
stroyers and had her bottom blown
out.
Rooster Execution
A spectator at a cock fight at the
town of La Carldnd, Honduras. In
March, 1937, Porflrlo Canales met a
strange death when one of the roos
ters flew at htm and thrust a steel
spur through his heart. The rooster
was brought to trial In the town
court, was convicted and hanged..
Sliln?le Money
With most of Its currency made al
most worthless by the "wild cat"
banking panic of 1Q37, the county of
Sanilac, Michigan, adopted shingles
as Its chief means of exchange. Prac
tically all business was conducted
with the "shingle money," a thou
sand shingles being equivalent to
one dollar.
Tomorrow: What King Served In
a 17. s. State Legislature?
BRAMD NAME URGED FOR
OREGON DAIRY PRODUCTS
PORTLAND, Aug. 8. )P) W. L
aosslln, secretary to Governor artin,
urged the membe-s of the Dairy Co
operative association at Its picnic hero
yesterday to coin a suitable brand
name for use in advertising Oregon
milk and by-prodiut.
Repre.sentlng GJvtrnor Martin, Oo
slln also pralced he work of the Ore
gon state milk control board.
PORTLAND, AU. 0. P W. Harty
Campbell, 46, secretary of the Federal
Home Loan Bank oi Portland and for
merly vice-president of the Fidelity
Savings and Loan . .--oclatlon of Spo
kane, Wash., died h re Saturday night,
at the United States Veteran hasp.-tel.
REDLANDS WILL SPEAK
AT WRITERS CONCLAVE
PORTLAND, Aug. 9. (flp) L-. E
Nelson. Redlands. Calif., poet, will oh
the chief speaker of the National
League of Western Writers, of which
he is president, at its convention to
be held here starting next onday.
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