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Will you have a drink?” He pushed the bottle to ward Brand. “I will not,” Brand said curtly. “No need to begin at the first of it, Sherm. You know that better than I do. Through yore spies you found out some Mexican smugglers were going to run silver through Live Oak canyon to Tough Nut. You sent five of yore gang out to waylay them.” “Wa-ait a minute, Dan.” Howard raised a fat hand to stop him. “No such a thing. Some of the boys headed for Tough Nut to see the elephant. They may have gone by way of Live Oak canyon. I wouldn’t know about that.” "It isn’t more than 40 miles off the direct route to Tough Nut,” Brand said contemptuously. “Don’t try to load me, Sherm. I know what that outlaw bunch went to Live Oak for. We found two Mexicans they had rubbed out and the pack mule with the silver. Yore crowd was still shootin’ when we took a hand.” “The Mexicans must have at tacked them,” Howard protested. “That would be the way of it." “Sure. When a brush rabbit gets nerve enough to spit in the eye of a rattlesnake. Like I said, Lou is our prisoner. That boy hasn’t any sand in his craw. He wilted right off and blabbed all he knew. Don’t waste my time trying to lie. Here's the nub of it. Two of yore men slipped away from us up a side canyon. They cut across to the L C ranch-house and picked up Miss Ruth. After she had rustled grub for them, they took her with them into the hills.” “What two men?” “Morg Norris and Kansas.” “I’m not responsible for what that killer Morg Norris does,” the fat man burst out. “You know that, Dan. He’s a bad hombre. Long ago, soon as I saw what he was, I washed my hands of him.” “Lee holds you responsible. So do the rest of us. You can’t get away with that, Sherm. Every de cent man in this country will be against you in this thing. If that devil Norris hurts Miss Ruth, you’ll be in a jam. Don’t think anything else for a minute.” The big moon face of Howard was pallid. The reverse at Live Oak was bad enough. Not much chance to play innocent with Lou a prisoner. But this crazy adventure of Morgan Norris was ruinous. Sherm did not know which way to turn. Lee Chiswick hated him, any how. The oldest son of the L C ranchman had been a private in the Texas Rangers and had been killed while on duty. The father of the dead boy had always suspected Howard of betraying the youngster to his death, though he had never been able to prove it. If this girl was injured, Lee would go hog wild. His revenge would never stop at Norris—not even at Lou Howard. "We want to be reasonable, Dar.,” he said. “I wouldn’t have had this happen for all the money in the world—if it has happened. I can’t believe it. Morg is a good-looking fellow. Maybe he just persuaded her to ride along a ways. If it was Morg. We want to be sure of that.” “Morg left a note," Brand said quietly. "Besides, the girl who works at the ranch got away and told us. What’s the sense in trying to fool yoreself? If it is yoreself and not me you’re trying to load. I'm here to tell you to get busy. Send some of yore scalawags out to shoot down Norris. Get Miss Ruth back somehow safely. If you don’t, you’re out of luck, Sherm.” The face of the foreman was harsh and grim. Howard mopped his perspiring face with a bandanna. He made up his mind to sacrifice Norris. It was too bad Mile High was present, since it would be fatal for the idea to get out that he would not stand by any of his gang in trouble. But even Mile High must see they had to throw Morg to the lions after do ing such a thing. “We’d better talk turkey,” he ad mitted. “First thing is to get Miss Chiswick back. I can promise to put 30 men to combing the hills in side of two hours, Dan. I'll go the limit on this thing.” "Good, if you send them to the right place,” Brand made blunt an swer. "I don’t know where he is any more than you do,” Howard cut back sharply. “And I won’t have you saying I do, Dan. There’s one thing more I’ll say. My boy Lou isn’t in this. If you—or Lee—or any of his riders—do that boy any harm, I’ll never quit till I’ve cleaned up the whole Chiswick nest. You can put that in your pipe and smoke it.” “All I’m saying is that you’d bet ter find Miss Ruth and get her home,” Brand replied, frowning at him. The foreman turned and strode out of the room. Mile High said to Howard angrily, “Is it yore idea to throw down on Morg?” The lifeless eyes of Howard slid round to meet those of the other. “Don’t always be a lunkhead, Mile High. What has this fellow done but throw down on you and me and all of us? You know this country won’t stand for such stuff as he has just pulled off. He’d know it, too, if he wasn’t crazy. We’ve got to play our hands to save ourselves. When Morg Norris took this girl with him against her will, he signed his death-warrant. Don’t you go signing yours. We’re going after He pushed through the brush tor half a mile. Morg to get him. You had better get you a horse and trail along with one of the posses. You’ll find it’s doggoned good insurance against a few years in the pen at Yuma.” CHAPTER X Jeff Gray had to fight down an impulse to hurry. It would be folly to wear out the horses getting to the Walsh cabin, only to find out that Kansas had sent them on a wild-goose chase. After all, the man was one of the gang. What more likely than that, under instruction of Norris, he had been trying to direct the pursuit in the wrong di rection when he freed Nelly? With a heavy heart Jeff admitted to himself that this was very likely a job that could not be done in a hurry. He might have to sleep on Norris’ trail for a week. The fel low knew every pocket in these hills. If Kansas were false-card ing, they might not find the outlaws at all. The two men traveled steadily, Sorley in the lead. The little Irish man was a good guide. He had an instinct for short cuts, and he held his horse to the fastest gait that would not sap its strength. They flung the miles behind them, mov ing always deeper and deeper into the hills. “Much farther?” Gray asked once, his mouth set to a grim straight slit. “Not so far,” Sorley answered. “That’s Crowfoot over to the left. We’re swingin’ round it now.” They circled back of the moun tain, dropped into a gulch, and clambered up its stony bed. Near the top of the canyon Sorley stopped his horse. “The cabin is in a little park just over the ridge,” he said. “What do we do? Bust right down on them? Or wait till it’s dark?” “Better have a look first from the ridge,” Gray suggested. They left their horses just below the lip of the park, climbed up to the ledge, and looked down. No smoke rose from the house. There were no horses in the corral, but one saddled bronco was grazing near the spring. “They sure have been here," Sor ley said. "But they have done gone, and in some hurry, looks like. Didn’t even take time to unsaddle. Why- fur did they leave one of the horses here?” Gray was looking down at some thing sprawled out in front of the cabin. “They didn’t need but two horses,” he said, his voice harsh and cold. “One of them stayed here.” He pointed at the still body. A pulse of excitement hammered in the scrawny throat of the line rider. “Begorry, you’re right. There has been a fight, and one of them got killed." The younger man differed. “Not a fight, but a murder. For some reason Norris made up his mind to get rid of Kansas. He did so, and then lit out. I’m going down.” “Look out for a trap,” the old- timer advised. “Don’t think it’s that. Two of the horses have gone.” But Gray did not take any un necessary chances. His rifle was across the saddle as he rode down into the park. He made sure no body was in the house before he took a close look at the dead man. “Kansas, like you said.” Sorley looked at his companion and then looked away. Both of them were thinking of what this meant to Ruth. “They can’t be far ahead of us, if we knew which way they had gone.” It would be possible to find in what direction they had started, but both the men knew there was little chance of running down Norris in hundreds of miles of rough moun tain terrain. Sorley began to quarter over the park looking for sign. “He shot Kansas in the back of the head, from off to one side,” Gray mentioned. “The horses headed up toward that patch of little pines near the ridge,” Sorley called to him. “Two of them. Morg was in a sweat to get away.” “Yes.” Gray’s voice raised in sud den excitement. “Come here, Pat. Someone left a message for us.” Sorley ran to him. He pointed to some writing scratched in the sand. The old man read it aloud slowly. “Wild Horse basin.” “It’s meant for us,” Gray said. “Either the girl wrote it—or Norris did. It’s signed with her initial, but that doesn’t mean a thing. The scoundrel may have left it to fool us. The letters are done kinda shaky, as if she had made them in a hurry, on the sly.” His eyes were back again on the writing. “That’s right,” agreed the line rider. “If Norris had done it, he would have fixed the letters deeper, so we wouldn’t miss seeing them. I’d say Miss Ruth wrote it.” “Where is Wild Horse basin?” Sorley pointed to the north. "Up in the high hills, back thataway. Say, how would the girl know where he was heading for?” “She might have heard him say— or Kansas may have told her be fore he was killed. Likely Kansas made some move to help her. Morg wouldn’t have shot him if he hadn’t figured the other fellow was turning against him. Let’s get going.” “For Wild Horse basin?” “Yes. I have a hunch the girl did that writing. Morg never would have thought of it.” Sorley looked down at the dead man. “I hate not to bury him be fore we go, even if he was a scala wag. But we’ve got to jump. It will be night soon.” They carried the body into the cabin and covered it with two gun nysacks. The riders followed the trail left by Norris and his prisoner. Once out of the park, Sorley waited only to make sure of the direction taken by those in front of them. He struck into the hills, dipping across gulches and winding round the shoulders of elephant humps. The country grew wilder and more rugged. Sometimes they were in a region of stunted pines. More often the hills were dry and scarred with rock outcroppings. From the summits they could see a saw-toothed range lifting its crest into a sky of violet haze. Behind a crotch of the hills FARMS FOR SALE the sun was setting. Already dusk 660 Acre«. 330 Aereo Cultivated. Balance had softened the vivid tints of or pasture. dairy & stock. Mod ange and scarlet to a faint pink ern home Combination and outbldgs. $30,000. 10% down. glow. Night soon would sift down ; Hawkins A Roberts, Inc., Salem, Oregon. upon the highlands. The pursuers dropped down into 854 Acres. 320 Acres Cultivated. Balance 7 room home all outbldgs., mod- the basin, came to a little stream I I pasture. ern. Best soil. $17,750. 10% down. Details. tumbling down through the rocks. | Hawkins A Roberts, Inc., Salem, Oregon. Sorley pulled up his horse. "No use going any farther,” he I 235 Aeres. Level cultivated valley soil. 6 room home and all outbldgs., modern farm. said. “Got to wait till we can see. I Tenant house. Full details. $15,000. 10% All we’d do is get lost if we kept • down. Hawkins A Roberts, Inc., Salem, Ors. traveling.” Gray read the despondency in the 284 Acres. 160 Acres Cultivated. Balance Timber. 5 room home. All out- old line-rider’s voice. He understood i pasture. Dldgs. Modern. A-l soil. $14,500. 10% down. it because his own heart was sick. Hawkins A Roberts. Inc., Salem, Oregon. What Pat said was true. They might as well throw off and make camp. 320 Acres. 278 cultivated. Balance pasture. rm. home, 2 barns. Many outbldgs., all “There’s one thing,” he said. “If 7 modern farm. Details. $19,000. 10% down. they came here, Norris would camp Hawkins A Roberts, Inc., Salem, Oregon. on a creek. Maybe on this one, since it’s the first he would come to in the basin. You fix up something to eat while I drift up along the bank for a ways.” “Sure,” Pat answered hopelessly. “Won’t do any harm.” Crochet these ‘ lacy companion The younger man swung from the saddle and turned his horse over to squares in odd moments—then Sorley. “Reckon I'll make better combine them into an exquisite cloth or spread! The rhythmic time on foot,” he decided. The stars were pricking out of the design is set off by easy K-stitch. sky. Black, shadowy outlines marked where the hill boundaries had been. In the vast emptiness Jeff had an acute sense of insignifi cance. He was an atom in an im mense universe. His will to do held no more potency than that of one of the trout in this rippling stream. He pushed through the brush for a half a mile or more. Abruptly he stopped. In front of him, two or three hundred yards distant, was a light which he knew must come from a campfire. A hot gladness poured through his blood. Swiftly, with as little rustling as possible, he moved toward the camp. It was in an open place, close to the bank of the stream. On the edge of the clearing, as Jeff drew near, he made out the vague shadow of horses. Two figures were I seated by the fire. He heard the murmur of a voice. Gray crept forward with more care. There was no immediate hur ry. Norris sat cross-legged at his Pattern 1726. ease. He had no faintest suspicion Pattern 1726 contains charts and that there was any friend of Ruth Chiswick within a score of miles. directions for making squares; He was talking. The slur of his materials required; illustrations mocking speech came to Jeff be of squares and of stitches. Send 15 cents in stamps or coins fore the words. (coins preferred) for this pattern “I sure picked a fine spot for our to The Sewing Circle, Needlecraft honeymoon, sweetheart,” he jeered. Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York. “A million candles in yore bedroom, Please write your name, ad honey. I’d say you were in luck I dress and pattern number plainly. picked you up. Some break for you to get me instead of that pink-ear Lou Howard.” The girl’s head was low. Jeff could see she was sobbing. Her courage had washed out. There could be no help in heaven or on earth for her now, she must be $250 thinking. to Consumers gTtW Norris rose, stretched himself, $250 and yawned, his arms above his to Grocers > head. 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