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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-07-14, Page 6SIX THE WINGHAM. ADVANCE’TIMES Thursday, July 14 th, 1938 • autocaster Business and Professional Directory 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 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 for the ranch hands—a bad sign. Af­ ter discussing financial matters with Mary, Dave and Rosy saddle horses and leave for Single Shot to deliver a corpse to the sheriff and see the town banker. Identity of corpse re­ veals him to be ex-employee of Ham­ mond’s. Dave, Rosy and the sheriff immediately confront Hammond with facts. Fight between Hammond and Dave prevented by sheriff. Dave plans to raise alfalfa on his land and use money to pay off mortgage. , • > * * The lake was no more. Nothing but this black pit of slim, a small pool at the very bottom mirroring the sky, left to mark it Dave’s face was paper white. "Damn Hammond!” His voice clogged with fury. He wheeled his horse and rode the hog’s back up to the wedge, then dis- .mounted, Rosy at his side. Close to it, the gap was terrific. “Springs blown underground coo,” Dave muttered bleakly. “Since grand-dad’s time that lake level hadn’t varied three inches. That creek out of it ran the whole length •of our range, watered all our stock except some scattered water holes. Now the spread ish’t worth the paper that covers it,” he finished savagely. “He knowed dynamite," Rosy said lonelessly. “He had this planned a long time,” Dave said slowly. “He didn’t have time to learn about that irrigatin’ scheme of ours, but he’d had it plan­ ned. He had to single-jack holes in that rock, drill them. It’d take time. Plenty. Lots of night work.” Paus­ ing, he looked at Rosy, pain in his eyes. “We was sleepin’ two of them nights, Rosy. And I could have killed him yesterday.” “We'll let’s go. The sooner I meet him and kill him, the better I’ll feel.” Rosy took a last look at the slime- covered rock's and cursed again, long DRIFTING TO EARTH After bailing out of an aeroplane over an airport in Berlin recently, a troop of youthful parachute jumpers Vie FEUD at SINGLE SHOT By Luke Short ~"z and passionately. He mounted, wig­ gled until his slicker was settled and nosed his way the hog’s-back, paying no attention to the reins, The horse was spirited too, and wet. The bay edged off the trail of Dave’s tracks a way, then Rosy not responding, he headed for the shelter of a tall jack­ pine. Under it he stopped, and Rosy roused from' his reverie. Suddenly his glance fell,to the car­ pet of pine needles. There he saw a cigarette butt. It was a tailor-made. Rosy dismounted. As he stooped to pick up the cigarette, he saw a track, which brought a low whistle from him. It was fresh, made during the night, and had not been washed out by the rain. It had the sole of a boot and the heel of a shoe. It was a freak track, one seldom seen in that country. He scowled over it for a minute, measured it roughly with his hand, and mounted again. He had no doubt that Hammond had squatted under this tree to set off the charges of dynamite—Ham­ mond, or one of his understrappers. A small pile of fuse scrapings near the trunk of the jackpine confirmed this. He fell down on his face . . . Dave was waiting for him beside the trail. Together, they rode into the notch, the sky out over the valley gray as death. Shed Martin fumbled with wet hands in his pocket and drew out a moist plug of tobacco. He stood lost in the black vellum of night, listening to the ore rattle in the wagons, watch­ ing the rain channel off his hat brim, almost obscuring the lighted window of the office of the Draw Three. He lifted reluctant feet and made for the office door. Hammond looked up from his desk when the door opened. “Hello, Shed,” he greeted the fig­ ure that slammed the door. “How’re you doin’? Have it clean­ up by seven o’clock?” “I reckon,” Shed said. “Look here, Buck. If this ain’t a hell of a night to—” he finished savagely. He could is shown drifting through the air earth. to not do it. A man couldn’t refuse Buck Hammond anything, “What’s the matter? Anything wrong?” “Naw, I just came in for a knife, You gotta have a knife to cut this dark if you git anywheres,” Shed growled. Hammond reached \vearily for a bottle which; was in the depths of a bottom desk drawer. It was followed by a glass. He indicated them both to Shed, “Have a drink,” Shed accepted enthusiastically, eye­ ing Hammond closely. He tossed off the drink, smacked his lips and set the glass down with a clatter. Hammond’s grave eyes sought Shed’s and he shook his head slowly. “Ever been called a murderer, Shed? A bushwhacker, or the man that hir­ ed a bushwhacker? Ever been called a water thief?” “ I got called all of them this af­ ternoon,” Hammond said quietly. “Who?” “Young Turner up at the D Bar T. Claimed I hired Freeman—remember him?—to take a pot at him last night from a dry gulch, He thinks I done it to get that lake up there we been quarrelin’ about. “He looks like a decent kid, young and hot-headed, but clean.” He look­ ed up at Shed. “What hurts me, Shed, is that he believed it himself. He be­ lieved I was everything he called me and was willin’ to back it up.” Hammond sighed, and suddenly he smiled a weary smile. “Years ago, Shed, I reckon I wouldn’t have cared. Now I’m old, and I’ve lived as square as a man can in these times. - It—hurt like hell.” Shed made an awkward gesture of sympathy. Hammond got a hold on himself and straightened up. “Think you’ll get her finished tonight?” he asked. Shed raised a hand and they list­ ened to the ore crashing out into the wagons. Shed smiled. “We’ll make it,” he said grimly, “but damn me if I don’t think we’ll’ have to swim the last load into Sin­ gle Shot.” ’ “Boggy?” “Plain hell,” Shed said. “Ever try to drive a six-horse hitch through a c/anged swamp in the rain? It ain’t no fun.” “I know it,” Hammond said. “I’m sorry I had to work the men through tonight, Shed, but you know how I stand. If I have to pay demurrage on those cars, I wouldn’t be able to meet next month’s wages.” Shed turned to the door and yank­ ed it open. Standing just outside was a slim, slickered figure. He. peered at it silently. “What in tarnatiion are you doin’ out on a night like this?” he asked sternly, but not unkindly. Shed guffawed and held the door open for her. “Hello, Dad,” she called to Ham­ mond, swinging a dripping saddle-bag onto his desk. Hammond looked at the clock on the wall. “Four o’clock’. What are you doin’ up and prowlin’?” She drew off her Stetson, reveal­ ing an unruly mass of corn-colored hair, the edges reflecting beads of rain. “I couldn’t sleep,. Dad. After the man came in with your message that you’d stay out all night, I thought I’d get a long sleep. I ate supper and went to bed and couldn’t sleep. Then I thought you might be hungry, so I decided to get up and bring you out Some sandwiches and coffee/’ Hammond laughed in spite of him­ self. He watched her seat herself On the desk top, extract a huge bundle of sandwiches and a whiskey bottle full of coffee from the saddle-bag and Dentists recommend Wrigley s Gum as an aid to strong, healthy teeth, cleanses them of food par­ ticles, massages the gyms. Aids di­ gestion, relieves stuffy feeling after meals. Helps keep you healthy! Take some home for the children too — they will love it! cs-ss AAAAAAAAAAA lay them on the desk. Suddenly, his eyes were grave, “Do you mind bein’ poor, Dorsey?” he asked gently. Her hands paused and she regard­ ed him soberly, “Of course not. Why do you ask, Dad?” Hammond told her about Dave and Rosy’s visit, omitting the accusations Dave had made and .the ensuing struggle. “It looks like, we’ll be crowded,” he finished. “It looks like I can’t get the water without a court fight and I haven’t got the money for one. My water,” he added bitterly. A sullen, sudden gathering rumble shook the building. A second detonation, louder than the first, came rocketing to their ears. Hammond strode to the door and opened it. “Shed!” he called. , “Yeah?” a voiced called out of the dark. ’ ’ “Was that blasting?” Hammond asked. “Dunno. It sounded like lightnin’ hitting. You could hear the rock moving up the hill.” “WhO’d be blastin’ now?” Three more earth-shaking, cough­ ing roars came to them in quick suc­ cession. “That’s' dynamite,” Shed said. He was standing in the doorway now be­ fore Hammond and Dorsey. As the echo died out, a sullen, dim roar rose over the patter of the rain. They listened in silence a full minute, looking at each other. “Sounds like water,” Shed ventur­ ed. “The lake!” Dorsey cried. Hammond whirled, raced across the’ room for his slicker. . • - “Shed,s get .these teams away from the buildings. Drive for high ground anywhere outside of this wash!” Shed disappeared and he turned to Dorsey. “Honey, you get Pancho and make your way up the hill here. Be sure and stay out of the arroyo. And hur­ ry!” He plunged out into the night. In the dark, Hammond made for the mine shaft. Six men down there, working night-shift. He cursed bit­ terly, striking blindly through the dark. Then something cut him sav­ agely across the shins, checking his speed with a crushing pain. He fell forward on his face in a mass of cable. The winch, he knew-now. “Shed!” he called out into the night. “Shed! Oh Shed!” “Where are yuh?” “Here. Come here.” He could hear Shed slosh across the stretch of mud, could see the freighters in the inade­ quate, rain-slanted light given off by the lanterns, fighting their six-horses in an effort to get them turned. “There’s men down in the shaft, Shed. Six of them. I’ve broken—my Jeg — I think. Shed —can you reach them?” But Shed had already gone down the slanting shaft. Hammond could hear his great Voice roaring, calling the men, dimmer now as the seconds passed, Thank God, the shaft went horizontally into the hill side and not vertically. They might have a chance to get out. Then the full force of accident hit Hammond. •>« “Dave Turner,” he said aloud, and then he cursed viciously. When he .was calm again, he knew he would have to move, get out. The whole damned lake was coming down the hill from the sound of it, and he’d be caught. He crawled painfully on his hands and knees through the slime. He heard a horse gallop away and dimly realized that it was Dorsey fleeing. When he came to 'the diversion STORY THREE e ETAOIN 1233 ditch, he knew the water was only a few inches from the top. He had to trawl through it and its chill seemed to clamp every muscle in his body to its neatest bone. He rested on the other Side. , The sound, the rumble, was closer now, more ominous. He began crawl­ ing again, feeling the sharp stones on his knees almost a relief from the pain that was stabbing up from below. The rocks were bigger now, giving him some sort of hand hold and leverage Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insure ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29: Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. J. P. Kennedy. Phone 150. Wingham as he lifted himself among' them fight­ ing his way up the hill. “Shed’ll be lost,” he thought mis­ erably. “Lost, drowned. Seven of them, like rats." Then the noise, a great welling roar, seemed to charge out of the night. It opened up, this howling, furious bedlam. The unleashed lake had jumped the watercourse, lifted itself in a mighty surge over the surrond- ing land. He dimly saw the light wink out in the office, heard and felt the timbers of the building crash and scrape. 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