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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-06-23, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, June 23rd, 1938 BUY THE OHLV EIOHOI11V (DR UIITH ALL THE5E FE MURES! Motors Instal- valve-in-head engine TlrTOE-MATIC CLUTCH PRICED FROM ©AU (2-Passen^er Master Business Coupe) Matter De Luxe Models from $892. Delivered at fac­ tory, Oshawa, Ont, Govern­ ment tax, freight and license extra. Convenient terms on the General anew Plan. Hi PERFECTED HYDRAULIC BRAKES • FISHER NO-DRAFT VENTILATION k *On All Master De Luxe Models. GENUINE KNEE-ACTION SYNOPSIS With his partner, Rosy Rand, Dave Turner is on his way to his ranch at Single Shot. Both are returning from prison where they have served sen­ tences for unjust convictions. On the train, which is carrying a large sum of money, Rosy’s quick action and straight shooting foils a hold-up while Dave saves the life of Martin Quinn, a gambler, who is being threatened by a desperado. Stopping at Single Shot, the sheriff tells Dave he is not •wanted. Quinn defends Dave but Dave and Rand go to Soledad to meet Mary, Dave’s sister, and proceed on horseback to the ranch. Mary reveals she is married and tells Dave that the ranch is doing poorly, being beset by nesters and involved in a claim dispute. Suddenly a shot from the darkness topples Dave from his horse. Rosy fires and kills the unknown as sailant and they rush to the ranch to treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Next morning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy discover that Mary is now cooking fbr the ranch hands—a bad sign. * * * “May be we are,” Dave conceded lightly. “Tell me about him, sis.” “Dad met him one day. He was an agent for a mine and he was scout­ ing around looking over this country. Dad liked him and offered him a string of good horses because his own were pretty poor. He used to come over quite a lot after that and—well, we just liked each other and decided to get married.” “After Dad died?” rf'Ycs. A couple of months.” She turned to Dave and he could see the pain in her eyes. “Oh, Dave, it was awful. I was lonesome and discour­ aged and—he was so kind and sympa­ thetic and helpful." Dave nodded, rolling a cigarette. “What about the place, sis? I’ll have to go to Single Shot today on business." “Do you think it’s wise? After last night?” “Likely not,” Dave said, “but I don’t always do wise things. Now What about the place.” “There’s hardly a corral count, the men tell me." Mary said. “Ted nev­ er has been able to get the right tal­ ly, but it’s low. And there’s the pap­ er on the place?* BE MODERN, up-to-date on values when you decide on your new car. Buy the only low-priced car with all these modern features! . . . Buy the only low-priced car that combines 85-horsepower performance with Hydraiilic Brake safety! . . . Buy the only low- priced car that gives you Valve-in-Head Engine economy with the comfort of All-Steel, All-Silent Bodies by Fisher! ... Buy the new CHEVROLET FOR 1938—and you, too, will soon be telling all your friends: “Buy a Chevrolet—benefit by its modern completeness—and pocket your sav­ ings on first cost, on running costs, on upkeep!” Low Monthly Payments on the General Motors Instalment Plan “I’ll go to the bank.” “You’ll have to. Pearson is still there. He’s been awfully good to us. Maybe he’d give us a sixty or ninety day extension, but I don’t know what good that will do. “We’ll have to sell some land to pay off the paper and get enough cat­ tle to stock the range decently. And what if Hammond takes his claim to court?” “He can’t win. We’ve got the pap­ ers to prove It." “All that jasper needs is to have Rosy’s fist smashed Finnegan’s jaw. some one talk salty with him.” “There’s always one thing we can do,” Mary said speculatively. “We can sell out to him after he finds out he can’t bluff us, because it’s the on­ ly water he can get. I got a letter from a man a while back—Crowell, I think his name was, asking me to put a price on the ranch. It was just af­ ter Hammond threatened to take the case to court, so I figured that Crow­ ell was Hammond.” “What did you do?” “Nothing. I didn’t answer him. I got several more letters from him, of­ fering mo’ney for the place, but I ig­ nored them all." “Good girl,” Dave said grinning. Rosy, loaded with wood, entered just then with two .strangers who Mary introduced as Sod Harmon arid Lew Fitmegan# the two remaining hands. They sat down at the table, Mary taking the hotcakes out of the warm­ ing oven and setting them on the table. ‘“Where you ridin’ today?” Dave asked Harmon. The man looked up. “Ridin’?” he growled. “I’m goin’ fishin’.” “Not today,” Dave said carelessly. “You’re cleanin’ out that corral first, and rightin’ those poles. After that, you can fix that barn door. I’d shift that hay in the loft this afternoon, then rustic some boards and patch the* barn. After that, I’d get that hayin’ machinery—” “Wait a minute,” Harmon said, lay­ ing down his fork. He turned to Mary. “More flapjacks,” he ordered curtly. Dave laid down his fork. “Say please when you ask my sis­ ter for anything.” Rarmon laughed silently and turn­ ed to Mary. “I’m waitin’ for those flapjacks, sister." Dave was out of his chair in a leap. Grasping Harmon by the shirt-front fie yanked fiim to his feet, and crash­ ing film full length on the floor. Finnegan stood up. “Whaddaya* think?-—" Rosy’s fist smashed his jaw and he sat “down. “What do we owe these saddle bums, Mary?” “Sixty dollars apiece, I think,” she said. Dave reached in his pocket, and drew out some bills, counting them with trembling fingers. He threw them to Finnegan. “Clear out of here in ten minutes, both of you, If I ever catch you on D Bar T land again, so help me, I’ll pistol-whip you both until your own mother’ll be sick to look at you. Now get out!” Dave had gone behind the cook­ shack out of sight, to strap the grue­ some, tarpaulin-wrapped load on the white-stockinged black. Rosy saddled two h’orses and joined him. They swung into the saddle and headed northeast up the slope behind the house. The trail which Dave had chosen was an old and familiar one, used since he could remember as the shortest way to Single Shot. It wound up and across the Soledad Bench to the notch between the base of Old Cartridge and Coahuila Butte, then dived angling down the steep mountainside to the dry stream bed in the valley and into Single Shot. Soon it was noticeable to Rosy that the timber was thinning out and that rock outcrops, were more numerous, and they seemed almost at the base of the towering peak’ of Old Cart­ ridge. “Up there”—Dave5 pointed ahead on the trail and a little to the left— “is that spring-fed lake. That’s what waters our whole range.” Through the notch, a level stretch perhaps a half mile in width, they reined up on the rock rim and looked down into the valley stretching be­ low them. The side they were o.n, formed by the slope of Old Cartridge and Coahuila Butte, was craggy and rough, rocky hogsbacks criss-crossing into a maze of black canyons. The other side of the valley was heavily wooded. “You got a trail down this Slope?” Rosy asked. “Sort of,” Dave said. He pointed over to the base of Old Cartridge. “There’s the lake, tip there, close to the rock rim. Over the rock rim just below it is a wash- cut deep in the rock. We can follow that wash down to the valley floor. I reckon a goat couldn’t make it without that.” Ten minutes of ‘ perilous descent &nd they were on the pebbly floor of the wash. An hour’s ride brought them almost to th'e valley floor. Dave was ahead and as he rounded a sharp bend in the steep-walled arroyo, an exclama­ tion escaped him. Before him, the Ar­ royo widened- out like the mouth of a funnel, and square in its middle was a cluster of heard buildings, tln-roof- ed. Rosy pulled up beside him and whistled in exclamation. “Yeah. Hammond," Dave said. “See how he’s run ditches around the buildings, blasted ’em out of the rock —if it wasn’t for them, he’d be build- in’ new shacks after every shower. This wash goes hell-for-leather in a rain.” Across the front of the main build­ ing was painted in uncertain black letters: “Draw Three.” ‘He must have won that outfit in a poker game,” Dave said. The mine road now as they swung into it out of tfie was(i was rutted deep from ore wagons and followed the bank of the wide, dry stream bed heading for Single Shot and the rail­ road three miles away. ’ The streets of the town were filled with the,-early morning hustle of a mining town- Buckboards at the hitchracks almost outnumbered the saddle-horses. The Free Throw saloon on the main corner a block upjfrom the sta­ tion was doing a booming business in its two-story frame building, the. front of which, on the main street, contained the bar and gambling tab­ les. The back half contained the dance-hall. The other three corners contained the bank, a tight one-story affair of brick across the street from the Free Throw; a hardware store which was also the postoffice; and ^another sa­ loon, the Mile High. Behind the bank lay the single adobe building that housed the office of the sheriff. The courthouse lay up the street. Dave and Rosy turned by the bank and half-way down its length so as to be well out of view of a glance from the sheriff’s window, they turned in to the fiitchrack. They left the body of the bushwhacker on his horse and covered the fifty steps to the sheriff’s office, wondering if he had seen them. Dave knocked firmly, paused for a sound of a voice and hearing it, ent­ ered. In the far corner, his t back trustingly to the door, sat the sheriff, laboring at something in the depths of his roll-top desk. “Take a chair,” he said,' over his shoulder. Rosy closed the door and took the chair nearest the sheriff. Dave stood in the middle of the floor, his thumbs hooked negligently in his belt. His dark face was still, his black- eyes wary." “Got a package for you, Hank,” Dave said. The sheriff swiveled his chair, his little eyes sweeping the room, noting the positions of the two men before him. ' “Well?” Dave asked. “If you ain’t got holes in your head, you’ll take a tip," the sheriff said meaningly. “When I say stay out of this town, I mean it.” | “I say I got a package for you out I there,” Dave said calmly, ignoring the | Business and Professional Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. DR. R. L. 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Dave slipped the guns out from be­ neath the fat and pudgy hands and laid them on the desk. “You say you got a dead man out there?” the sheriff asked. “If you wasn’t so knot-headed, you would have known that two minutes ago,” Rosy said. “Show me the body,” the sheriff said. He picked up his guns off the desk and leathered them, It was a gesture of peace. The dead man was brought in and taken into a back room of the office, and laid on a cot. Sheriff Towe lis­ tened to the story of the bushwhack­ ing, then looked at the man. “You seen him around tpwn?” Dave asked. “Nary once. I don’t aim to fergit birds like that, but you can’t always be sure.” Rosy stood up. “Well, sheriff, we got business, If you think of any *Aqjeau sEbjbE ipiM. 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Hours, 9 a.hi. to 8 p.m. more questions, you’ll run into, us ar­ ound town?’ The sheriff smiled a slow, crink­ ling smile that made his fat face look amiable and pleasant. “I reckon I will,” he said. “Gq ahead^ Seems to me you’ll do any dang thing you please anyway. So long’s you don’t let any blood doin’ it, help yourself.” Outside, on the street again, Rosy took a deep breath and looked at Dave. “I reckon I just: had to jump him.” “I’m glad you did,” Dave said. “It was either that or a gunfight?’ They stopped at the corner. “Take a look around,” Dave said. “I’m goin’ to parley with old Pear­ son in the bank here. Drop a few questions about this bushwhacker. Maybe you’ll get an idea,” Dave went into the back and Rosy sauntered across the street to the- Free Throw, and shouldered through the doors, The bar lay to the right,, the gambling tables to the left, the ■door 4o the dance hall in- the rear. 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