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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-08-18, Page 6THE WINGMAN ADVANCE-TIMES ‘The FEUD at SINGLE SHOT By Luke Short Thursday, August XSth, 193$ 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 . tnorning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy *<fiscOVer 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. Someone Jjlew up the lake. Hammond thought it 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. Rosy rushes to Winter’s home to tell Mary of his suspicions about her hus­ band and asks her help to prove his •Endings, ... ged rocky hills. The door was immediately opened and Lew called for a lantern, A sandy-haired cowpuncher came out with it and Dave recognized him as the man who had stuck up Quinn on the train. “Well, Turner, how’s the hero now?" he sneered. His face slid into sullen ugliness. “Let’s get that hom­ bre off. I’m goin’ to see how far my fist will go down his throat.” “I reckon you won’t,” a voice drawled from the door. The man who had spoken was lounging against the door. He was so big and tall that his head almost touched the top of the door. His light hair was closely cropped. His features were even and his lazy smile was as winning as a woman’s. Was this the Sayres that had mentioned?Fat * . ■ ■ ■ Chinch, and don’t sulk, I might give you a poke at him.” Wonderin’ what we’re talking about Turner?” Sayres said. Dave shrugged carelessly as he watched Sayres take a paper from his Shirt pocket, unfold it, and lay it on the table. “That’s a deed to your half of the D Bar T," Sayres said evenly, “You are here to sign it,” “Maybe,” DaVe said. Sayres laughed easily. “You take a lot of spookin’, don’t you?" Over his shoulder he said: “Take off your guns, boys, and untie him.” Dave watched them take off their guns, after which they gathered ar­ ound him and watched Lew untie knots. * “Turner,” Sayres began, “you’re go­ in’ to sign your ranch over to a man PASSES IN 84th YEAR Business and Professional Directory* the Francis Robert Latchford, chief justice in appeal of the supreme court of Ontario, died on Aug. 13 at his home, in his 84th year. He had served as a judge of the high court for 30 years following a brilliant car­ eer as a lawyer. He was minister of public works during the whole of his five years in the Ontario Legislature. * * * i Their ride was checked only once and that was when they had reached a pass that looked as if it would take them across the mountains to the east 'slope. The pass was narrow, guarded by two natural ramparts of rock. As they were about to enter it, a voice hailed them. “Don’t come no further.” “Shet up, Cassidy,” Lew called out. “Where’s the red-head?” Cassidy asked. “Fat’s after him,” Lew growled. It was dark when they reached the ranch buildings. Dave could see no­ thing but several lighted windows in 41 building tucked in the folds of jag- “Well, Turner, how’s the hero now?” 1 Chinch whirled to glare at the speaker, “What’s the difference, Sayres?” “Cut it,” Sayres snapped. "Step in, Turner." Dave went in. The inside of the shack showed double-decked wall bunks surrounding a large table on which bottles, cards and glasses were scattered. “Sit down,” Sayres said politely. Dave sat, wondering what was Store for him. “Like a smoke?” he asked Dave. “I would,” Dave answered. Sayres lit a cigarette and put it Dave’s mouth. They sat quietly, Dave with tense muscles, until the three other men came in. Sayres turned to Chinch. "Saddle up. You got to take the paper to I Crowell.” Chinch glared at Sayres, who laugh­ ed softly. "If you’re a good boy, I’m in in named Crowell, shall we say? givin’ you one chance. I'm askin’ you to sign without bein’ forced to. Will you?” “No,” Dave answered promtply. “That’s too bad.” Sayres said soft­ ly. “Maybe I didn’t make myself plain enough. We want the ranch. You sign your half away and the paper is produced to your sister. When she sees that you have signed we expect her to sign her half away. We’re giv­ ing her quite a reasonable sum, Turn­ er. Much more than the ranch is worth to you and her. Wouldn’t it be better if you signed and not force me to . . he left the finish dangling. “No.” “Get that hammer, Lew,” Sayres said. Lew got a heavy hammer from one of the bunks. “Now spread his left hand out, palm down, on the table,” Sayres ord­ ered. ROYAL FAMILY POSE FOR PICTURE ON CRUISE TO SCOTLAND i 'JI 'i As a prelude to their summer holi­ day at Balmoral, their majesties, with the young princesses, boarded the Black-and-gold royal yacht Victoria and Albert, and sailed up the coast for Aberdeen. No guests were with them and the King made only one landing, at Southwold, Sussex, to spend his annual day at the Duke of York boys’ camp,-which he founded. While no state letter's or telegrams were received on the yacht, a camera- man was. He was permitted to this picture of the King and Queen with Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret Rose, which is the latest available take Sayres drew a ten-penny spike from his shirt pocket and looked at Dave. “Observe this, Turner," Sayres said. “You see, J mean what I say/* Plac­ ing the spike point on the back of Dave’s hand just below the third fin- ge, he drove the nail through the flesh, and into the table. . “Now get the axe,” Sayres said. Lew, white-faced, disappeared outside, and came back with an axe, “I might as well tell you the rest, Turner,”, Sayres said/ “I’m going to cut your fingers off,'one by one. Are you such a fool, Turner, that you think your sister can’t be killed? If we wouldn’t stop" at torturing, do you think we’d stop at killing her?" Dave’s face waf parchment-colored now, partly from the pain which he could endure, but mostly from what Sayres had just told him. He knew now that Sayres was not bluffing and that and him “I’ll sign/’ Dave said weakly. "Good,” Sayres said jovially. He took a pen from a shelf near by along with a bottle of ink. Dave signed his name. “I reckon there’s not much to say to a coyote like you, Sayres,” Dave said, his voice trembling with a sup­ pressed rage. “Except this: If I live long enough, I’ll-kill you like I would a rattlesnake.” Chinch stepped forward. “What about that promise?” Sayres shrugged. “Go ahead.” Chinch stepped up to Dave, who was still seated, planted his feet firm­ ly and drew back hisriiand. Dave lunged out .drove his bleeding face, sending him the room and into lay inert. Sayres laughed. table, he walked over to the bunk and slapped Chinch’s face until the un­ conscious man groaned and sat erect. “Still feel like curlin’ your tail, Chinch?”. Sayres asked. Chinch glared at him. < “Now get saddled and hightail it,” Sayres ordered. “Crowell’s waiting. Get goin’.” Chinch slunk out, and Sayres turned to Lew. “Take him out in the back room and put those leg irons on him.” Dave was prodded into a one-room addition at the rear of the shack that served as a storeroom of sorts. He was handcuffed, seated on the floor facing the log wall and his feet were menacled with a logging chain to the drop log of the addition. When they were finished, Sayres came In to look over the job and after grunting his approval left with the other two. Lew slammed the door shut after him, but it Swung open a couple of inches so that Dave could see them moving in front of# the crack occasionally, and a dim shaft of light filtered into the room. “Get something to eat,” Sayres ordered. Dave could hear the rdttle of a fry­ pan. His hand thfobbed achingly with the punjping of his heart and his fin­ gers were stiff and numb. Lying on his back and staring at the ceiling he tried to rear some sense into all that had happened to him. They were try­ ing to get the ranch. Why? Lew’s voice broke into his reverie. “When’ll the gahbe here?” “Not very long how. Wo got to get him. out of the way,” Sayre!s said. Dave fought-down a cold wave of terror and fear. A gif 11 That would be.Mary. They were going to get her, bring her up here, and they were on their Way now. More than that, they were going to shoot him like a coy­ ote. And what would they do to Mary when he was gone? Sayres’ voice, a little clogged with food, came to him agdin. “When you jaspers get back from this next job, you’ll find the girl here. And if one of you mention Crowell’s tianm in front of her, you might just he could and would kill Mary Winters after he had tortured to death. of his chair and fist into Chinch’s sprawling across a bunk where he Lunging off the Y, Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840, Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COJBENS, Agent. Wingham. 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She’s got to be here without ever hearing the name of Crowell.”* * * Laredo set his glass down and eyed the bandage on the head of the bar­ tender. , “Where’d you git that?” he asked. ■ The bartender eyed -him sourly. “I’m tellin’ you for the last time, I think you gave it to me last night.” Laredo’s gaze, a little befuddled, swept up to the mirror and what he saw made him blink. He turned slow­ ly. Rosy was standing by the swing­ ing doors. He looked around the sa­ loon, saw Laredo, and came over. "Oh, Lordl Again,” the bartender moaned. ' "Hello, Red. edo offered. “You sober?” “Some.” “Where’s the him.” "Asleep, likely. What’s the trouble now?” “Then you’ll have to do it,” Rosy said. “First thing, do you mind get- tin’ in a scrap?” Laredo grinned. “I never turned one doy^n yet.” “All right. Second thing, Can you tell me how I get to Sayres’ hang­ out?” > Laredo gave him detailed directions and warned him of look-outs. “All right. Third thing,” Rosy said. “There’s a hombre here in town by the name of CroWell, Hanke Lowe is lookin’ for him,” Rosy said. “He’s connected with the dynamitin’. Now get this careful. Crowell will be here at the hotel registered, I want you to pick a scrap with him and fix it up with Hank so that Crowell is arrest­ ed and locked in jail. Got that?” "Sure/* “Now herd’s what you gdt to re­ member, and to tell Hank. Crowell has got to be locked up, but he must not suspect that' we know he’s con­ nected with the dynamitin’} Hank has got to lock him up on a phony charge and hold him till I get back.” “All right,” Laredb Said soberly, “but you better write Hank a note explainin’ that.” Rosy described Crowell quickly. ‘“Hang around the clerk in the hotel and have him point Crowell out to you, And have Hank hold him till I get back.” ■ Rosy started for the door, stopped in midstride, apd hesitated a moment. Then he returned to the bar, picked up the pencil and Wrote another note. It reads Quinn? Mary Winters is in town, and so Is Winters. Keep . him. an eye on Rand. “And give the Free He handed it to Laredo, this to Quinn over at Throw?* When Rosy left Mary at the Mile High, she wanted to ask him a thbus- and questions, but his frown stopped her. She didn’t even know why he was in such a hurry. After asking at a store where Ham mond lived, she mounted and rode down the street. The house was at the edge of town and she found it easily. Mary walked open a unanswered. “There must be'some one here,” she thought and swung the door open fur­ ther. A table lay squarely in front of the door, a white rectangle of envelope shining on its dark surface. She look­ ed at the envelope lying them as if intended for her. On it was written in bold letters. “To You?’ (Continued Next Week) A PLEA FOR NEWS If anyone has—' Died, Eloped, Married, Left town, Embezzled, a fire, a baby, a farm, arrested, ■/ BUFFALO BILL’S RELATION Eight years after the death of Buff­ alo Bill Cody, most famed and color­ ful figure of U.S. western .frontier days, the Cody Family Association of America was formed in 1925. Among those who joined was President Dr. H. J. Cody (ABOVE of the Univers­ ity of Toronto. His father, the late E. J. Cody of Embro, Ont., was a tliird cousin to Buffalo Bill. Although he saw the old Indian fighter in Chi­ cago once, Dr. Cody never met him. He pays his association dues regular­ ly, but he will not attend the forth­ coming clan gathering in California. Had Had .. Sold Been Broken a limb, Moved to town, Bought a home,. Visited your home, Swiped your silver, Been in a car accident' . That’s news — Telephone 34. Mrs. Owens—I wonder if the doc­ tor’s wife meant anything personal just now. Owens—What did she say. Mrs. Owens—She said we might at least pay them a visit.