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arEPFORP MATL TTirBfTNE, MEDFOHD, OREGON, MONDAY, AUGUST 1, 1938.
LOVE OH THE RANGE
.ir msoxtNYt.
The Story So For
Trying to etcape trouble, "Blor
Ankroro become enmett ed tn It
uihe-n ht rescue Let Tront from
a band o (huge. Under the name
of Ab- Streeter, he accpl a job
at the Tronct Ratter T, which it
in dtfllcultlee. Let fell, her father
Ankrom (enouii their friend, the
Slruthernee; then iearn they are
eomfno for a uieit. The ranoe
6o, Masa Haxkett, trie to put
Ankrom oO the ran t- and An
krom knocks him out.
Chapter Seven
Morning Drive
THERE was an accusing glare
in the ranee boss's eyes. "You
you hit me.
"I sure did Twice!" said An
krom. "You wanting to make
somethin' out of it?"
"No damn man can do that to
ine you're tired!" He licked his
lips, cleared his throat and said
again, less certainly: "You're
fired'
Ankrom laughed. "1 told you
this afternoon that Abe Streeter's
on your payroll. He's goin' to stay
on it till it suits him to drift along.
Now look" Ankrom's tones
grew soft and earnest: "When 1
see a tarantula I usually aim to
let it alone. But when a tarantula
jumps at me I squash It. Do you
understand?"
Hackett's hand dropped In swift
shone like polished bottle glass.
Yet his lips were pressed in lines
of indifference. His greeting of
the girl had been courteous but
brief. Thereafter, for the past two
hours, he had spoken not at alL
He was politely uncommunica
tive. Lee's chic attire fitted her wil
lowy figure; her little hat was
smart but offered a minimum of
protection from the sun's glare.
She studied Ankrom with curi
osity. There was a bold sweep to
his nose that matched well, she
thought, the forward ut of his
rugged chin. As she watched him
the impressions formed at their
first meeting, that turbulent scene
in Peso Pinto, were strengthened.
She found him vital, colorful, in
triguing. Undoubtedly there was
much more to mm man appeared
upon the surface: several times
she had sensed a vein of bitter
ness that excited her curiosity.
"You're not overly conversa
tional this morning." she ob
served. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Nope.
"Feeling kind of low?" she
asked, nettled that he had not
turned his head nor even cast
glance at her.
No lower n usual, x reckon.
Weighty Problems'
HE still stared straight ahead.
For a time she left him. her
head upturned in pique. He did
not have to talk to tier, of course.
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As they sped along in the burning heat, Ankrom was
distant, uncommunicative.
descent to his holstercd weapon.
There it paused, fingers clamped
about its butt. Ankrom had not
moved an inch. His face was color
less and hard ns a granite crag. A
moment ago Hackctt had had no
tionsvicious ones. He would
have shot down this apparently
unarmed Interloper as swiftly as
he could get nis gun irom teatner.
But now, something stayed his
hand. The will to murder had been
written on his face, but now it was
ashen, twitching. He could not
have drawn that gun tor an tne
wealth of El Pnso.
The watching punchers saw
nothing menacing in Ankrom's at
titude. But they could not see
his eves, and it was into Ankrom i
eyes that Hnckett stared. They
swam with a light tnai cnaiiengca
Hnckett to draw that gun.
It was sheer bluff; Hackett
knew it. Yet he paused to won
der and was lost. He was lost,
and knew it. One tiny upward
pressure on that gun and death
would grab him. Hnckett shivered
and rniscd his hands.
Bare contempt lay In the cold
grin parting Ankrom's lips. "All
right, Hnckett," he drawled. "You
can take your hands down. Now
that we understand each other I
reckon we'll get along. You better
be gcttin' on to that line camp
'less you're figuring to spend the
night there."
Some courage had returned to
the range boss while Ankrom
talked. He wondered now what
could have caused him to refrain
from drawing and sending this
drifter on to drier pastures. With
the wonder came resentment thnt
he had been blulTcd before his
men again. As ho lowered his
arms an ugly light sprang into his
eyes.
"Don't crow, hombre. You ain't
heard the last of this," he snarled
and, swinging round, he made his
way to the corral to get his horse.
As he lorked the rope from his
saddle Ankrom's laugh, deep and
throaty, rang in his cars.
Curiosity
THE following morning was
bricht and hot. Side bv side on
the front seat of the Rafter T's
touring car. Lee Trone and the
new hand were speeding across
the sandy miles to where El Paso
lay beyond tho Hueco Mountains.
Ankrom drove with both hands,
staring straight ahead. His
smooth checks showed close con
tact with a razor, his clothes were
neatly brushed and his boots
She thought It likely she could
survive withou. his conversation.
But as the miles sped by, curiosity
overcame resentment.
"When 1 left you last night,"
she hoped her voice sounded as
firm and even as she Intended, "1
noticed someone lounging in the
shadows by the stable door, ft
looked like Hackett. You haven't
had any further trouble with him,
I hone?"
"No, ma'am. No trouble at all."
"You've seen him, though?"
"I exnect we sort of nodded to
each other, ma'am."
Had sho caucht a note of sar
casm in his voice? Had she really
observed a tiny glint in the eye
that, nearest her. Streeter kept
upon the road? Lee wondered. She
determined to have a talk with one
of the men when they got back.
'You don t ike Mose Hackett
very much, do you?"
Uh. Mose is nil rlcht. t a fel
low knows how to handle him."
'Do vou consider yourself that
sort of fellow?" she prodded.
1 reckon, rve met his type be
fore." Leo, watching him, thought
that he had been about to say
more. If so, he had abruptly
changed his mind. Spurred by ir
ritation, she asked:
Are vou taciturn by nature.
Mr. Streeter? Or is this reticence
intended to show dislike?"
"Neither, he said with eyes
still on tho road. "1 just can't see
much use indulgin' in small talk
when there's weighty problems
occupyin' my attention.'
'indeed l
"Yeah. F'r Instance. I'm won-
derin' what kind of hnbla you're
ngunn to throw tryin to gei
nround my bcin' an old friend of
folks I've never laid eves on?
These Struthers people, If they've
any sense at all, are goin' to smell
one nigger in your woodpilel"
i ins is my prooicm.
"It sure is out vou don't seem
to be givin it much attention.
What ore you aimin' to tell 'em?"
"Mr,r li nrnhnhlv!"
Likely enough," he agreed and
chuckled.
Leo felt her fists clenching. Hot
color flnmcd her checks. It served
her right, she thought. She had
hud no business talking to him a
common handl The fellow was s
boor whether he d gone to college
or not, lust another uncouth sav
age of the saddle.
Ankrom's psst ratchet Dp with him.
tomorrow.
LEWIS THREATENS
WASHINGTON. A tiff, 1. (UP)
John L. Lewis Saturday rxtenttcj rt?
mnnds for rr cor nit 14m of hli Com
mittee for Indus trlnl Organization
beyond the boundarlea of the UnltM
Statea, projecting It Into the Inter
national labor acene In ft manner that
threatened to embarrass Secretary of
State Cordoll Hull.
Lewis called upon Hull to Rive the
C. I. O. representation among the
American delegate to the eighth
International conference of American
atates which opens In Lima, Peru
December 9. The request threatened
complications In view of the Amer
ican Federation of Labor's warning
to all government agencies and de
partment to tenure the C. 1 O.
AIR SPEED KING
BLASTS C0RR1GAN
NEW YORK, Aug. 1. (UP) PranX
Hawks, speed filer, said over a Na
tional BroadfaMlng hkup Satur
day that Douiilas Corrlgan was ft
"fool" for attempting the flight to
Ireland.
A.vertlng that Corrlgan was "due
for a spanklrwt" from the bureau of
air commerce. Hawks added:
"Supposing he had failed. Oh. that
would haw been dltferent, wouldn't
It? Everybody would have branded
him ft fool. Well, txn't he J tut as
much ft fool for the attempt, even
though he did make It? Lady Luck
was riding with that chap, and don't
you forget It. He trusted an awful
lot to her and he had tremendous
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Prlsoner-at-Lnrge
Almost unprecedented In military
annals Is the story of Andre-Pierre
Gales, French prisoner in a German
war oamp who went home to France
to visit tils dying father while the
war was atoll in progress. '
Wounded at Bui p pes on Februery
13, 1015, he was captured and sent to
a military hospital at Spire and Inter
Interned at Wursberg, Bavaria,
Early the following year Cales re
ceived word that his father In Belv
es, France, was dying and was calling
for him. He petitioned the German
authorities to grant him leave to
visit his father's bedside.
Strange as It seems, word came
from the Kaiser himself granted Cales
U:e leave he requested 1 Against all
military tradition, the prisoner board
ed a train for Switzerland.
When he arrived at the French
border and told his story, Cales was
laughed at; he was held and ques
tioned for several days before It be
came apparent that he was telling
the truth.
When Cales arrived iiome, with an
assigned bodyguard, he found his
father had died. However, he spent
three days nt home, then returned to
the Oerman prison.
For the duration of the war Cales
remained a msdel. prisoner, until his
release In 1910 . . . three years later.
Cales has today preserved documen
tary proof of his story.
Tomorrow: Where was the world's
deepest dive made?
courage to do It. But that still
doesn't change the fact that he was
fool."
Hawks confessed that he was among
the first to praLse Corrlgan "for his
oourage, spunk and tennolty of pur
pose against overwhelming odds."
Motorrycllst Killed
BEAVER, Ore., Aug. L (AP) Los
ing control of his motorcycle on the
HUlsboro road early Sunday, Earl A.
Olsen, 33, Portland, was Instantly
killed when his machine was crushed
between two cars traveling In oppo
site directions.
FOREST CREEK CABIN
ENTERED BY THIEVES
FOREST CREEK, Aug. 1. (Spl.)
Thieves broke Into the small cabin
below the school house occupied by
the Lewis brothers and removed sev
eral articles of clothing, a supply of
groceries and seven dollars cosh, on
July 36. The Lewis boys operate a
mine on the right fork of Forest
creek and were at their work when
the robbery occurred. Entrance was
gained by breaking a window. No
trace of the thieves has been discovered.
Weather
Northern California: Fair tonight
and Tuesday; fogs on the coast; high
temperature in the Interior; moderate
northwest wind off coast.
Oregon: Fair tonight and Tuesday;
but cloudy or foggy on coast; little
change In temperature; gentle
changeable wind off coast.
Chicago Tars Win
PORTLAND, Aug. 1. (AP) The
10 -oared crew of the U. S. Chicago
Saturday won the annual fleet week
championship crew race on the Wil
lamette, defeating six rival boats.
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