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but made
side Ronny sagged
sus-
and
car
the
wee
quirky
ter-
and shoved the muzzle of
through a shattered pane,
glance had caught sight of
movement on that distant
was a bullet hole
left ear and one
neck. He was dead
FINAL INSTALMENT
‘He’s on top of the bunkhouse,”
be set for
fer God’s
They got
WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES
L.P. HOLMES
SYNOPSIS , , .Silas Spelle, high-1 melts away and pure savagery rears i ny. “She's asleep on my shoulder.
I Pore little kid, she’s havin’ a tough
time of it.”
“I’m glad she’s asleep. She likes
yuh, son.”
Johnny’s arm tightened around the
sleeping girl. She stirred and moan
ed a little, like an infant plagued with
dreams.
The air was stark with the chill
of early morning. It seemed to John
ny that the murk outside was thinning
somewhat. Dawn was not so very far
away. Then the storm broke.
From all sides of the house a tor
rent of yells shattered the silence.
And with them came the rumble and
thunder of shots. There was a clat
ter of boots upon the porch and some
thing crashed at one wide porch win
dow, tearing away sash and splinter
ed remnants of glass in a flurry of
blows. Then through the opening
catapulted a dark, malignant figure, a
spitting gun in each hand.
Like a flash Johnny lowered Ronny
to the floor and leaped away, careless
of movement and noise, just so he
could draw that ruthless fire from the
girl. He stumbled against a chair and
crashed in front of him. Immediately
those flaming guns winked and flar
ed towards him.
Something struck him low on the
left side, burning across his ribs like
handed, low-principled cattle baron, its head. And if the suspense endures
without breaking, the animal madness
grows until danger and hand to hand
conflict are to be welcomed with open
arms.
Thus felt Johnny Clehoe as mid
night approached. The house was in
utter darkness seemingly much deep
er that the opaque veil which hangs
over the world without. And the Box
D ranchhouse had become a house
of ghosts now. Human bodies had no
substance in that stygian, acrid gloom.
Only human voices existed, low-pit
ched, anger hoarsened voices.
Only when Ronny crept once to
Johnny’s side with a cup of coffee
which Chang had managed to brew by
some celestial legerdemain, did he re
alize fully again that he was not alone
in a mad, black stark world.
Ronny crouched close beside him,
her cheek resting against his shoul
der much as would that of a fright
ened, bewildered and unutterably wor
ried child.
‘Tore little kid,” murmured John
ny. He put his freed arm about her
shoulders and she relaxed and rested
there.
Presently she stirred. “Johnny,”
she whispered. “I’m afraid. They are
going to rush the house soon. I know
it. I feel it. And I’m afraid. If only
is out to smash the local bank and
force foreclosure on the small ranch
ers of the Kanab desert country so
that he can seize their range lands.
He is opposed by Ed. Starbuck, pres
ident of the Cattleman’s Bank, and by
San Juan Delevan, prominent ranch
er who has been crippled by a fall
from his horse. Johnny Clehoe and
his partner, Tex Whipple, are cow
punchers employed b ySan Juan Del
evan to fight the rustlers and protect
his interests.
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yelled Johnny. “Im gonna
him next shot. An’ Jim,
sake take a new position,
yuh figgered."
The old cattleman swore
no move to push himself to another
point. It was Ronny who darted up
and drew her father away, in spite
of his protests.
At the window corner Johnny sat
tense, his lips in a compressed line,
his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the
top of the bunkhouse. Suddenly he
stiffened
his rifle
His keen
a slight
ridgepole. The movement continued
and grew into the shape of a long,
black gun barrel which was being
shoved over and trained on the
ranchhouse. Johnny swung his sights
into line, drawing a fine bead just
above that threatening barrel. Cau
tiously the upper half of a bared head
showed. Johnny held his breath, cen
tered his bead and pressed the trig
ger.
Half the body of a man lurched
into view, then dropped from sight.
The big Sharps rifle teetered on the
ridge pole for a moment then tipped
over and slid halfway down the roof,
where it stuck and held, in plain view
of the exultant Johnny.
"That’s one cannon spiked. I got
him, Jim. An’ the big gun’s in plain
sight on the roof where the rest can’t
get' it”
'z^r'^JoIinny’s triumph was short lived,
—-just as Spjslle’s cohorts, driven to
madness by the sigh’f of another cas
ualty on their sldfi- ppened up in fury
from all angles, Doc McMurdo start
ed to circle from Deleyan’s side tQ
Johnny. He went down, just Opposite
the window, falling at full length on
his face. Three
just above his
in the side of his
On his feet.
At her father’s
in a near faint. Delevan swore help
lessly terribly. Johnny, white and
harsh, crouched over and dragged the
body into a dark corner. Then, with
out a word he padded back to his
window corner and settled down to
his Watching. In that position dark
ness found them.
There comes a time in every man’s
life when mi.nutes are hours and hours
. untold eons. When suspense whips
the nerve centers taut and harsh and
sets muscles hard and unyielding. At
these times the veneer of civilization
following afternoon,
a pair of lacklustre
about him. Immed-
i
Spelle?” protested
You got him.”
get’cha.”
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Flaming guns winked and flared towards him,
Tex was here.”
Johnny gulped. “Ain’t I been wish
in’ an’ prayin’ the same thing,” he
muttered hoarsely. “God—yes, if’n
Tex was here he’d lick Spelle’s whole
damn outfit single handed. Good ole
Tex—he’s like a dad to me.”
“I know. He’s wonderful. With his
clear old eyes and funny,
smile. Yet I feel that he can be
rible if he’s aroused.”
Long they crouched there in
dark. Two children, and just a
bit afraid of a stark, murder-filled
world.
Long after, Jim Delevan stirred in
his chair and cleared his throat.
“Ronny,” he called softly. “Where
are yuh, child?”
“She’s here, Jim,” answered John-
a white hot iron. It spun him half
about but he steadied, and drove two
quick shots in return, holding low
down aiid between the crimson arcs
of flame which spat at him. There
was a cough, a gurgle and the thud
of a falling body.
“Johnny,” bawled Delevan. “Yuh
got him—yuh got him!”
In the rear of the house Pink Cros
by’s Winchester was crashing in
steady cadence, while outside the
yells had doubled in ferocity, and the
gunfire rolled to a shattering,
tained. roar.
There came a rustle of skirts
Ronny’s voice, fearful and broken
ried through the dark.
“Johnny—dad—where are you?”
“We’re all right child,” boomed
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Delevan. “Yon keep down-—down—do
you hear. Lay on the flour.”
But Ronny did nothing of the kind.
She stumbled through the blackness
until her hands rested on Johnny. She
felt the warm stickiness of blood run
ning down his side.
"Johnny!” she gasped. “You’re
hurt, you’re hurt. Oh—-dad—-he’s fall
ing.”
Johnny was not exactly falling but
he was slumping slowly downward,
his shoulders against the wall.
“I’m a’right," he muttered hoarse
ly. “A’right—-jest a little dizzy. /X
little dizzy.”
He ended up finally, half lying,
half sitting against the wall. Ronny
crouched, beside him, her arms about
his fiercely, She was sobbing and
’praying at the same time.
Abruptly he stiffened.
“Listen!" he gasped, “Listen — I
hear ’em — I hear ’em. Texas guns
—Texas guns! Hear ’em roar will
yuh? It’s Tex—it’s Tex. The ole
gray wolfe’s come to look after his
cub. Now Spelle—damn yuh—here’s
where yuh—get—yore—needin’s.”
So saying, Johnny slumped forward
silent—inert.
Late on the
Johnny opened
eyes and stared
iately a slow grin wreathed his pale
face. Stooping above him was the
care lined visage of his old partner.
“Tex,” murmured Johnny. “Tex—
yuh came in time. I knew it was you.
’ I heard ’em roar—those Texas guns.”
I “Yuh danged young hellion,” mur-
! mured Tex. “Yuh didn’t leave much
fer Utah an’ Al an’ me to finish.”
I “But yuh got
, Johnny.
“Nope—not us.
“I did? I don’t
“Son, yuh shore did. He was layin’
jest outside that front window on the
porch with a .45
An’ that thievin’
breed son o’ his
man yuh downed
Jim told me all about it.’
“How about you—did yuh get the
cattle?” asked Johnny.
“Yore danged right we did. We
had a little trouble findin’ ’em but
we finally located ’em in a little val
ley about fifty miles north o’ the rail
road. The Box D iron -was blotted on
every critter, turned into a Gridiron
P. A lot o’ it was mighty sketchy
work. We cornered the jasper who
claimed to own ’em an’ a leetle ques
tionin’ got him so tangled up he didn’t
know what his own name was. Utah
an’ Al an’ me declared a showdown
an’ the rustler boss an’ his gang el
ected to shoot it out. It was their
mistake. We got the whole stop from
one o’ them what was due to cash.
He came clean. Like we figgered,
Spelle was back .of the whole deal.
Talcin’ it by an’ all it’s been quite
some storm. But the air’s cleaned up
an’ we can settle down to honest cat
tle raisin’ now.”
“That shore listens fine,” murmur
ed Johnny. “I’m dead sick o’ fightin’.
I done had enough roamin’ around. I
want to settle down an’ grow fat an’
sprout a beard.”
“Yeah?” Tex’s eyes were twinkling.
“I reckon somebody else will have
somethin’ to say about that — the
beard an’ the bay window I mean.
Women are touchy about sech things.
“Huh,” grunted Johnny. “Think
yuh’re smart, don’t yuh?”
“Nope—jest a prophet, that’s all.
An’ I’ll betcha a new hat I’m right.”
Johnny smiled up at him.
“Yuh’d win the bet, ole timer.
Where is she?”
“Out on the porch
I’ll send her in.”
Tex swaggered the
bullet scarred porch
glowing in his eyes. Ronny Delevan
watched his approach curiously and
was rewarded by having Tex catch
her by both shoulders and
resounding, shameless kiss
velvety cheel#
“Why—what—” stammered
wildered girl.
“Now don’t get excited, young ’un,”
chuckled Tex. “I’m jest salutin the
bride-to-be. Ain’t mad are yuh?”
Ronny blushed furiously. “Who
told you that?” she demanded.
“Nobody. Shucks I got eyes ain’t
I? By the way, that young cub o’
mine wants to sec, yuh. Pronto now
—don't keep your future husband
waitin’.”
Ronny scurried to the doorway,
where she halted and looked back. Of
a sudden she dimpled rosily.
"Tex,” she called. “You
"They’re good kids, Tex,’
Delevan finally.
"None better nowhere,’
Tex. "Jim, we’re danged lucky men.1
"Yore damn right. Tex, I hope
there'll be leetle fellers later on,
leetle pudgy fellers to tug an’ paw
us ole wolves around.”
"They will be, Jim. Them kids o’
ours are the real quill."
Another long silence.
"Happy?” rumbled Delevan.
"As hell,” sighed Tex. "This is the
end o’ the trail for me. Right here
I stay. Right here I sit an* watch
the days peter cut down there across
the desert?"
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between his eyes,
four-fingered half-
was the two gun
in the room. Ole
with her dad.
length of the
with mischief
plant a
on one
the be-
win.
rumbled
nodded
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As though in salute a single golden
ray bathed them in its radiance, sof
tening the grim, sculptured harshness
of their features to one of mellowed
contentment.’
THE END
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strands of one of the many back liga
ments. The result is often' an im
mediate spasm of all the back mus
cles, making movement almost impos
sible. This may follow an instinctive
symptoms. A few forms of kidney
disease give backache, but the com
mon idea that one’s kidneys are “bad”'
if there is backache is seldom true.
Gall-bladder disease sometimes gives
THAT ACHING BACK ■
When one considers the complexity
of joint and ligaments in the back and
realizes the hours of strain to which I
it is daily subjected, one wonders why
it does not ache more. Even sitting
does not entirely relieve back strain,
for it still, has half the body weight
to support — unless one makes a tri
pod with the elbows.
Backache may come from various
causes. It may be due to fatigue, par
ticularly if one is not used to physi
cal work. Digging the garden, house
cleaning, piling stones for a dock at
the summer cottage or pumping up a
tire would suffice.
It may be due to sudden strain.
Any sudden or unusually heavy lift
may tear muscle fibres or snap the
reaction to save oneself, as when slip
ping on ice or a waxed floor. Occas
ionally the sacro-iliac joint, the joint
on either side where the spine joins
the pelvic girdle, may be slightly
twisted, giving prolonged pain.
Backache may be due to an inflam
matory condition in the back muscles.
This may be acute .— the real lum
bago — and may involve the actual
fibres themselves, acute fibrositis.
The spinal joints may be acutely in
fected — acute spondylitis. It may
be a chronic inflammatory condition,
and this chronic arthritis may result
in deformity of the spinal vertebrae
with “lipping” or with “erosion”; in
either case considerable limitation of
movement may result.
Sometimes other spinal conditions
develop. If there is a cancerous
growth somewhere else in the body,
little clusters of cancer cells may set
tle in the spine giving a secondary
growths there. Sometimes there is a
lime or calcium deficiency in the body
and the softened bones may break or
the vertebrae may
times tuberculosis
spine.
Often the pain is
only. It is a common sign of pelvic
disorders of the female. Prostatic
trouble in the male may give similar
collapse. Some-
develops in the
a “referred” one
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pain under the right shoulder blade.
Many cases of aching back are un
doubtedly due to falty posture, either
in standing or in sitting. High heels
or improperly fitted shoes aggravate
this condition.
Most of us have had backache from
“flu”, but few fortunately have had
the terrific backache in the first
stages of small pox.
The diagnosis and treatment of
backache will be considered in
next article.
Questions concerning Health,
dressed to the Canadian Medical
sociation, 184 College Street, Toronto,
he answered personally by letter..will be
Two
tailor’s
out some suits, when
saw one marked $75.
“Bert, look at the
one,” he said .“Why
robbery, ain’t it?”
the
burglars had broken into a
shop, and were busy sorting
one of them
price of that
it’s dahnright
The man had an important engage
ment to keep and consequently was
greatly annoyed by the slo,w move
ments of the barber who was shav
ing him.
“Keep the brush still,” he said at?
last in exasperation. “I’ll wiggle my
head!”
. KING GIVES GARDEN PARTY FOR CANADIANS
Excited crowds of Canadian pH- visited London, following their at- Gloucester (RIGHT)', surrounded by
griins mobbed the King when he ar- tendance at the unveiling of the war the Canadian visitors,
rived at the garden party given them memorial at Vimy Ridge. Photo
at Buckingham palace, The pilgrims shows the King with the Duke qf