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Thursday, August 4th,
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SYNOPSIS
With his partner, Posy Rand, Daye
Tumey 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
Ly 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 rai§e alfalfa on his land and use
^oney to pay off mortgage. Someone
blew up the lake. Hammond thought
5t was Dave and the latter suspected
Hammond. A chance meeting of the
two gives them an opportunity to
clear away this false impression. The
hunt now turns to Crowell, the mys
terious man of means and ambitions.
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Rosy’s guns spoke in three lances
of flame, the last shot bringing dark
ness. Rosy pushed Laredo from him,
then moved quickly after the little
foreman. As Rosy expected, the in
sulted outlaw had drawn his guns and
fyas shooting in the dark. He shoved
the door open and fell forward. A
"jjyhine of slugs sang over his head- He
rolled out of range, dragging Laredd,
and lunged to his feet.
Across the street fronting squarely
on the alley was the sheriff’s office.
Rosy made for it. He remembered
the room contained a cot and with
out striking a match he found it. Lar
edo was sleeping peacefully as Rosy
laid him on the cot. He left the build
ing, closing the door carefully behind
him.
He drew a deep breath. Things
were shaping up. He knew now that
the understrapper in the saloon had
been following him, and* that the fight
with Laredo had merely been a pre
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tense to shoot it out with him, Rosy.
The man 'had wanted to kill him,
Why? Who was Sayres? Laredo had
told so little about him that Rosy was
curious.
He fished around for a stub of., a
pencil in his pocket, tore the back off
a sailed envelope and wrote: "Quinn;
If I was you, I’d change my room
tonight. Rand.” Maybe it was un
necessary, but this understrapper had
seen him talking to Quinn, and Rosy
didn’t want the gambler pulled into
the trouble.
He flagged a young Mexican, gave
him a dollar and told him to deliver
the note to Quinn.
Then Rosy ducked back into the al
ley and headed for the livery stable.
The office of the livery stable was
Why? Who was Sayres?The man had wanted to kill hiip.
lighted and Rosy strolled in. An old
man was sitting at a desk, poring ov
er a feed catalog. Rosy ’sized him up
in a glance. The man had good eyes,
a kind, homely face, and was slow in
movement ,as he looked up at Rosy
while still leafing the pages.
"Oh,” Rosy said.i “The other feller
ain't here?”
“The night man? Louie? No. I
give him the night off. Anything I
can do for you?”
“Where does this Sayres hang out
&t?_” . I«... t
"Used tt) be up in them badlands
behind Old Cartridge, but they tell
me he’s pulled .out of there. Yot.l got
to ride up the valley a ways, then
turn east into them mountains. They
say you can git acrost them, but I’m
danged if I know how. Sayres does.
Leastways, people think that’s where
he hangs out.”
“Much obliged, old-timer,” Rosy
said. “I reckon I’ll look somewhere
else."
He swung out the door into the
night. That helped. Could it be Sayr
es was the man who had done the
dynamiting?
AT BUSIEST INTERSECTION
He didn’t know, but he was going
to find out. He heard a train whistle
far off and headed for the station.
"You on the morning run out of
here?” y
“Sure. Every other morning. Why?
“Was there a little short jasper got
on here this morning? Dark, in black
clothes, city clothes. Had black eyes,
and pretty mouthy in his talk.”
Hoagy snapped his fingers. "I re
member him. I never did find out
where he got off. I never seen him
and I didn’t get his ticket.”
“Then he got off?” Rosy said eag
erly, "Where?”
“Before Walpais, the first town
east.”
“That’s all I wanted to know.”
He jogged up the alley, turned at
the bank, walked over to the Free
Throw, and got‘ his horse. As he
swung past the hotel, his bay was at
full gallop.
Rosy reached the ranch well after
one o’clock. The house was dark,
still, and he wondered if Hank Lowe
had stayed all night.
He let down the corral bars, un
hooked his hull and slung it off his
bay, whistling in a .minor key the
while. He heard a sharp object strike
the barn and he stopped.
“That cinch buckle,” he groaned
softly. “If I don’t find it tonight, I
neyer will.” 137T’ ;*•'
He slung the saddle over the cor
ral bars^then strode over to the barn.
Squatting, he struck at match and
started to look for the buckle.
A low cry escaped him. ’
There, in the soft dirt of the cor
ral, was the same bootprint that he
had seen at the lake!
He stared unbelieving, his mind
racing. The match burned him and
died, he struck another. This time he
measured the track', but he knew it
Was the same. Whose could it be?
His? No. Mary’s or Dave's? No. The
sheriff’s? Hardly. Winters? ♦ . Yes!
Now he remembered, Winters wore
army boots, or eastern riding boots.
Rosy squatted against the barn, his
heart numb. It was Winters, all right.
Whether he wanted to believe it or
not, Winters knew about the lake be
ing dynamited. This, together with
Quinn’s evidence, was damning. And
the cigarette butt.
Sick at heart, he turned into the
stable, crawled up into the loft to wait
for dawn.
+ * ♦ „
Rosy sat erect with a lunge. He
had'been asleep and it was already
daylight. Was he too late? No, there
was the sheriff’s voice below, and
Winters’ genial laugh. He found a
crack in the boards and could look
down into the corral. They were sad
dling up.
“You like an early start, don’t you?”
the sheriff drawled amiably.
“Sure. I’m up every morning be
fore the rest of them are,” Winters
said,
Rosy saw Winters let down the
corral gate,and both men led their
horses through.
“Say,” the sheriff said. “I might
ride down with you at that. It’s ear
ly yet.”
“I’ve got to ride over and tell those
nesters about the lake,” Winters said.
“Maybe it’ll crowd you.”
“Yeah. Guess I better not at that..
It’ll put me in town pretty late. Well,
so long.”
Both men mounted, the sheriff'
heading up the long slope to the
notch, Winters to the south towar.d
Soledad.
Winters had done a smooth job of
getting the sheriff out of the way,
Rosy thought bitterly. With a sink
ing heart, Rosy admitted that it look
ed as if Winters was’ expecting Cro
well, and had gone down to meet him.
He climbed into a stall and sat on
a feedbox.
He built a cigarette to steady his
nerves before he saw* Mary. What
was he going to tell her?
Finally, he hitched up his belt and
walked- toward the house.
Inside, Mary looked up from the
table. She' had been sitting staring
out the window.
"Hullo, Rosy.” She forced a weak
smile. “Where’s Dave?”
“He stayed in town. He had some
business.”
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m- part Injun,” Rosy grinned.
“Reckon'you got any cojd hotcakes
I can have?” He cursed himself for
not brushing the hay off his clothes
better.
"Sure. And the coffee’s hot.” She
rose.
’ Suddenly, Mary whirled.
“What will we do, Rosy? What’s
it all about?” she cried.
“Why don’t you tell me? Isn’t it
half my spread? Are you afraid I
can’t bear to hear the truth?”
"What did Hank tell you?” Rosy
asked. E
“Nothing! Except that the lake had
been blown out on tdp of Hammond’s
mine, and both it and our spread are
ruined.”
Rosy shook his head slowly, pre
paring his lie. “It’s no wonder Hank
didn't tell you any more. He couldn’t.
None of us can. We don't know who
did it. 'But one thing we’re sure of—
Hammond didn’t.”
. Mary sighed and turned to the
stove.
That was over, but the worst was
to come, RoSy thought. He put it off
until fresh hotcakes were before him
and he 'had put away a plateful.
"Some jaspers cornin’ to try and
buy the 1‘anch this mormn’,” he an
nounced.
“Who?”
"Dunno,” he lied coolly. “Just
heard. Dave heard about it too. He
says not to sell just in case he wasn’t
home when this jasper got here.”
"I want you to hide me so I can
hear what this jasper says that wants
to buy the ranch. I got to,” his ser
ious tone impressed Mary, and she
nodded mutely.
"It’s none of my business, under
stand,” Rosy said, knowing that he
was blushing, but persisting anyway.
"I’ve got to hear him.”
"Can you tell me why, Rosy?" she
asked him.
'"Wait!” Rosy'Commanded, holding
up his hand. They were quiet The
steady beat' of hoofs came to them
and Mary ran to the window.
"Why,‘it’s Ted—and a stranger. Is
that the man Rosy?”
“I reckon,” Rosy said shortly*
"Where can I hide? And you better
get these dishes cleared away.”
Mary ran to the front room, Rosy
following hen He picked the lbw
davenport, over Which a huge Navajo
rug was throwiiffor his hiding place.
Mary held it up while he ctowled
under. As he. was on liis knees he
looked up at her, "Remember, Don’t
sign anything. And believe me, I’m
trying to help you,”
He heard the two men enter the
kitchen, the sound of voices, then
Maty saying distinctly: "Come into
the front room, Mr, Crowe! ”
Rosy heard them enter the room
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and take chairs around the fireplace,
which was cold now. Crowell offered
Winters a cigar, which he accepted
with thanks, and lighted.
Winters spoke now,, his voice thick
with cigar smoke. “I met Mr.., Cro
well on the way to Soledad, darling,
and he asked me to come back with
him. I think he’s going to give us
some money, so listen carefully.”
“Mrs. Winters,” Crowell began, and
Rosy noticed his voice was confident
and smooth, "perhaps you didn’t, re
member my name. I’m the Crowell
that’s written, you about selling the
ranch.”
"But I thought—I—I thought those
letters were written by Hammond,
and just signed ‘Crowell’.”
“Hammond?” Crowell asked vague
ly.
“Yes. He owns the Draw Three
mine in Single Shot. Frankly, I was
sure it was Hammond because no one
ever came to inquire in person.”
Crowell laughed genially. “I was
merely feeling you out because this
ranching syndicate I work for wasn’t
quite sure it wanted the property. We
are now, however.”
“I’m sorry,” Mary said. “I .don’t
want to sell.”
“That’s strange,” Crowell said.
“When I talked with your brother last
night, he was sure that you’d want
to sell, too.”
“Too?” Mary said.
Rosy heard some papers rustle.
“Yes. In my hotel room last night
when he signed this deed, he told me
he thought you’d be willing to let
your half go for a reasonable price,
now that the water’s gone.”
The paper rustled again and Rosy
heard Mary gasp. “But—it’s signed.
Signed by Dave?”
“Is there anything the matter?”
Crowell asked politely.
“No. I’m sorry.” Mary said. “It—
it was just such a surprise. When did
you see him, "Mr. Crowell?”
"I can tell you exactly,” Crowell
said. "He had to run to catch the
train.”
“Train? He’s left town?”
"I presume so.”
Rosy raged silently. Where had
Crowell got Dave’s signature? A
forgery?
(Continued Next Week)*
Hon. R. J, Manion, Conservative
leader, announced on, Friday the sel
ection of Hon. J. M. Robb, former
Ontario minister of health, as nation
al organizer of the Conservative par
ty.
Well-known in Ontario public life,
Dr. Robb Was first elected to the Leg
islature ih 1916. Defeated in 1919 and
1928, he was re-eieetetf in 1926 and
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PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
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continued a member until 1934. In
September, 1930 he became provincial
health minister, holding that office
until defeat of. the Henry Govern
ment four years later.
Dr. Robb is a graduate in medicine
of Toronto University, of the year
1903—the year before the new Con
servative leader himself graduated.
“Dr. Robb did not look for the pos-
sition,” said Dr. Manion, in a state
ment issued here. “Being a life-long
Conservative and deeply interested in
public life and public welfare, he was
convinced the organization of the
National Conservative party from the
ground up was an occupation worthy
of his mettle.”
Dr. Robb will assume his duties
within the next week or 10 days. As
sociated with him will be a national
advisory committee.
FAR FEWER “POLIO”
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Infantile paralysis cases reported to
PICKS FORMER
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AS ORGANIZER
Hon. J. M. Robb Persuaded By Lead
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plenishing it because the former Em
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the Ontario Department of Health
have been “far less numerous this-
year than in normal years”, Dr. J. T.
Phair, chief medical health officer for
Ontario, stated Monday.
“In normal years the total for On
tario reaches the 200 mark,” Dr. Phair
said. “But the number so far this year
is only slightly over 30.”
Dr. Phair said every provision had
been made to handle anything in the
way of a “polio” epidemic which
might break out in Ontario this sum
mer. He said Ontario is “better pre
pared than ever before.”
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A newspaper account -of a disast
rous shipwreck states: “The vessel
sank with all aboard except one lady
passenger. She was insured for a
large sum and loaded with pig iron.”
Hotel Clerk (to guest from the
country): “Of course, you’ll want run
ning water in your room?”
Guest: “Why? Do I look like a
trout?”
and Wireless Ltd., which lie claimed
under an agreement for radio and
telegraphic service between Addis AbdfW’
aba and London,