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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-09-08, Page 6Thursday, September 8,193$THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES The FEUD at By Luk Short he coming, both cursing the trail. He listened of horses in the can- SINGLE SHOT © AUTOCASTEH . 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 .gaiUnt a«d they ru&h £o the ranqh to '' treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Nexf 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. Someone blew 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 findings. Laredo evolves a scheme to arrest Crowell as a murder suspect in ■order to hold him for questioning.* ♦ ♦ “He’s wild!” Reilly yelled. “Let go and ride up.” » Crazed with pain, the horse jarred down stiff-legged again, humped its back for another pitch and Dave sav­ agely rubbed the raw flesh. Halfway up in its arc, the horse started a sun­ fish, and when it landed Dave felt as if he were going to be ripped out of the saddle with the sudden fall. The horse had gone over the trail edge. With Dave’s weight on its back, the horse started to plummet down the steep slope. Dimly, Dave realiz­ ed that in the quick descent, Lew, who had held the rope trying to fight the horse down, had been swept from his saddle by the swift yank on it. "Steady hoy,” he called. “Steady, steady,” he muttered soothingly and part of his calm was ■communicated to the horse, who stop­ ped, trembling. , He had to be quick. Closing his -eyes, he pulled savagely at the thongs binding his wrists to the saddle horn. /A sickening rip of skin and one hand was free. Soon the other was able to help him as he turned in his sad­ dle, struggled to free his slicker. The slicker free, Dave unrolled it’ swiftly and found the gun Hank had given him. Then, reaching down and seizing the bride as reins, he spurred the horse slowly from behind a rock, looking up at for the sound yon bed. They were savagely, at a gallop. Dave pulled his roan close in to The rock and balanc­ ed his gun lightly in his bloody palm, his eyes thin, flinty slits in his face. Lew was the first to charge by, and Dave yelled. Reilly, close on Lew’s heels, lunged into sight. Dave wheeled his horse broadside, and cat- his in a high arc, slowly, crashed bucked up. Reilly screamed as he apulted from his saddle across horse’s neck and to the ground. “Two,” he mutter thickly. Spurring his horse over, he looked down at the two men. Lew was dead, drilled through the head. Reilly was dying, A if lead horse, watching it. When, heard it whinny and saw it increase its pace, he spurred his horse and headed it off. Dismounting, he haltered the hors­ es to the ground, laying heavy rocks on their reins, He looked around. Ahead of him, the land rose, broken and rocky, to the lip of a ridge, Directly below Dave lay the barn nestled snugly against the rock out of the wind. In the corral adjoining it, he counted six horses, but Mary’s was not among them, Watching the house and, seeing no signs of life, he decided that no one was likely to come out and surprise him. He looped the lariat around a point of rock, tested it, then let himself down hand over hand to the barn roof. Flipping the rope loose, he let himself down to the ground behind the barn, ESCAPED JAP GUNS H. L, Woods, American pilot, and four passengers alone escaped from an unarmed passenger airplane shot down by five Japanese military craft near Hong Kong. Fourteen others died. ■ , • muffled cry came throguh the door . . . Dave shot the lock off. heard two men, ope of them Sayres. “Fat’ll send word where the posse’s headin’ for. He’ll have some one in the posse, don’t you worry. If they crowd us, we better take the gal back to .the line camp in the timber, north. “She’s a pretty gal,” the voice said. “Ain’t she, though?” Sayres second drawl- swung the men pain and knots to His eyes roved the barn, settling on a bearskin lying in a far corner. A plan formed slowly in his mind. Going out into the corral again, he moved toward the gate, which con­ sisted of loose poles. The horses watched him. In the barn again, Dave picked up the bearskin and went to the table door. He sailed the bearskin but into the middle of the corral, then dodged back quietly for the back of the ad­ dition. The horses, smelling the bearskin, milled wildly out the gate in a stam­ pede. They fled past the south end of the house, yon to around At the not dead. He started at dully, sunk in a stupor of fatigue and thirst. He shook himself. The the ropes were under the horse’s bel­ ly where he could not reach them, so, loading his gun again, he shoved the muzzle of his Colt against the rope beside his foot and cut it with a shot. Dismounted, he was so weak his legs gave way under him. “I’ve got to drink,” he thought daz­ edly, sitting on the ground. Crawl­ ing over to Lew’s horse, he pulled the canteen from the saddle horn. After the first slow drink he paused, then took a deep draught, which strength­ ened him. Then he lay down in the shade of the rock, tore the slicker in­ to strips and, after was'hing his cuts, bound them. He considered the two dead men. He pulled them over to the opposite side of the cayon. Laying them side by side, he piled a cairn of stones ov­ er them. Then he turned to the horses standing in the sun. Dave mounted Lew’s pinto and cut Reilly’s horse across the rump with his rope. Dave had no idea where the cabin lay, but he knew if given their heads the hors­ es would make for it. Then he settled down, keeping his eyes and ears alert, riding close to Reilly’s horse. His own mount fol­ lowed wearily behind. As the time went on, he became more wary and moved closer to the ’ door on his hands and knees. heading down a narrow can- the east. Dave crawled softly the north end of the shack, corner, he stopped, listened. Goddlemighty, it’s them horses scatterin'. Who left that corral gate down?” Dave did not recognize this voice, but he did the voice that answered. It was Sayres . “You did, Ed, damn you!” "But I never,” Ed. protested.^ “Shut up and round ’em up,” Sayr­ es ordered. “You help him too, Lafe.” Dave edged his head around the corner of the house in time to see two men file out and head down the can­ yon afoot. He gave them time to get out of sight, then he edged around the front TWO VISCOUNTS AND THE CHANCELLOR AT CONVOCATION Dave straightened up and the door open. Both men were seated at one end of the table, a bottle before them. In the least part of a second Dave divined what Sayres was going to do. Seated, the outlaw could not get at his guns. He made a leap to place himself behind the stranger, his hands clawing at his guns. Dave’s shot was quick, hasty, hardly allowing time for his Colts to clear leather. The shot caught Sayres in the side and pitched him into the stranger. The impact sprawled them both on the floor. Then Dave’s rage broke, as he empti­ ed his guns into Sayres and the stranger. A feeling of sickness and weariness and disgust enveloped Dave as he let his gun sag. Sayres lay sprawled ov­ er the upset chair, face down, his guns fallen out of his lifeless grip. The stranger lay peacefully on his back. He shucked cartridges into his guns ds he strode to the padlocked door. “Mary!” he called. There, was a sort of muffled cry for an answer and Dave shot the lock off. He knew the two men after the ho.rses would have heard the shots and would probably be running back now. Once in the dark room, he made out a figure sitting tensely on the cot. “Dave!” she said. She was in his arm sobbing before he could recover from his surprise. “Dorsey. Mary isn’t here?” “No-n-no. I don’t think' so.” “Who has the keys to the. leg ons?” “I don’t know their names, but the boss.” He ran over to Sayres, rolled body over and fumbled through pockets. His hands paused and listened, hearing the pounding of run­ ning feet. Slowly, his hand left Sayr- se and settled to his gun-butt, his eyes narrowing. The running ceased and a man stepped through the door hesitantly, guns already drawn. Dave shot just once more a"hd the man pitched forward on his face. Sud­ denly a window ■ shattered and Dave laughed. The second outlaw had chosen wisely. He was forted up behind a rock sixty yards in front of the house. Dave found the keys on Sayres and returned to Dorsey, who white and trembling, had witnessed through the open door the duel with the outlaw. "We kill coyotes because they kill out cattle,” Dave said softly, “And we have to kill these hombres, or they’ll kill us.” “I know.” “No, you don’t,” Dave said, “but you will when you understand. It’s just bloody and cruel.” “Do you feel that way about it too?” Dorsey asked wonderingly. 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Wallace, assistant to the managing director of the Edmonton Journal, will be the new managing editor of the Globe and Mail. He was formerly assistant city editor of The Toronto Star. stepped outside. “That hombre out front.has only got a six-gun,” Dave said. “He can’t hit us—I don’t think he can even see us. Make a run for the barn and I’ll follow you.” “Look out! Dave.” Dave dropped on his face as a shot blazed from the corner oi the cabin. He landed on his stomach, rolling on his side, his free arm whipping out his gun. Only the edge of a hatbrim and a gun showed, but Dave emptied his gun at them as he watched the other gun explode. He felt a hot sear­ ing pain in his left arm and then the shooting ceased. Flattening himself against the wall, he waited. No more shots came and he made his way cautiously to the corner. He swung out, gun ready, and saw the outlaw kneeling. The man had died like a tired child. Dave shuddered and looked away. “I reckon we better hightail it,” he said finally, and added slowly, “I’m Sorry about that, but there was other way out ” Dorsey stood tip suddenly. “Take me home, please,” Dave remembered the stining scorn in her voice when he had seen her in Dr. Fullerton’s, “We’ll get the hors­ es.” “Where are they?” “About a mile from here. Can you walk it?” “Yes, I—” Dorsey at last lifted her eyes to his set white face, (Continued Next Week) no Couvocatiou Hall at the University of Toronto was graced by the pres* cnee of two viscounts Sept, 2nd when ______________t ..... ___ __ Viscount Finlay (LEFT) attended doctor of laws (honoris causa). Vis- ceremonies when Sir William Muloek (RIGHT) received Viscount Green­ wood (CENTRE) for the degree of count Greenwood is the only gradti* ate of the university who sits in the House of Lords. Dave shook his head grimly. The outlaw in front of the cabin was still to be accounted for. “Can we get away?” Dave nodded. He stepped to the back door of the addition and shot the lock off, “Step through here and wait for me outside.” “What are you going to do?” “A dirty job/’ Dave said slowly, “but a decent one, I reckon, at that, I’m goin’ to fire the place,” When she had stepped outside Dave went into the main room and scattered lamp oil on the floor and blankets, Then he touched it off and “I think/’ Said the wife, “that men should wear something to show that they are married/* “Well,” replied the husband, "what about their shiny suits?” “I was simply historical with lau­ ghter.” “Hysterical, you mean.” “No, historical—-I laughed for ages. “Where’s the car, professor?” the professor’s wife asked the professor. “Did I take the car?” “Certainly you did.” “Well, I thought it strange, when I got out at the post office I turned around to thank the gentleman who had given me a lift, and he wasn’t there.” b bo show or artiFlce at Hofa Maehaon-Unox. 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