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Zurich Herald, 1930-11-20, Page 2,„ „mtg..% .6,,gesigi 4. litely to be seated and inform him iIt n gillreS itiOrw iiimemosis& wham 1 what manner he could be of service. Burney came abruptly to the point, you thought tea could giveleper "Do you knas.v a Senor Miguel Gal - Senor De Baro spread his facile hands eloquently. "To my sorrow, I do, Senor Burney. He is a 1V1exicart citizen by naturalization only and his real name is Michael Gallegher, al- though be is halt Italian, I Sicilian, perhaps, would be the word. Tem know the Sicilians?" "Rad pe( ple, senor." "You hal e explaix.ed Miguel Galle- gos. He is elf bandit, with a fohow- inc, of imported desperadoes and s ane deluded Mexicans, who follohale 'Fresh from the gardens' blindly because he provides them plen- q tifully with food, clothing and excite- ment and, occasionally, some money. If I had my way I would send a de- tachment of rurales against him, but the governor is loath to take any ac- tion until Gallegos behaves himself less peaceably than he has during the past two years." "You are, perhaps, acquainted with Senor Bradley Bardin, the Am- erican cattleman?" "Ah, yes. Bardin ,of El Ranchito. A fine fellow." "Well, I am his general manager, . and we strongly suspect Miguel Gal- "SALA, TEA 124 Mt Gringo Privatur By PETER B. KYNE STNOPSIS. Ken Burney if given the job of general ma,nager a Bradley Bardin's cattle ranch. upon condition that he rid Bardin of two cattle thieves, Martin Bruce and Miguel Gallegos, who have been brand- ing Bardin's cattle. Burney has had a. eouple of personal brushes with Bruce and Bruce has sworn to kill him. Muriel I3ardin's daughter, becomes interested in urney, and when he rides off to :Ina- ehrta, attended by his bodYguard, she tries to persuade her father to stop him. She goes after Burney and tells hint her father said he was not to fight Miguel clallegos. Burney answers that he had not intended to. Muriel returns to her father, known as "the king," at the ranch, CHAPTER XVI.—(Cont'd.) "Well," the king greeted Muriel, "what did he say?" "He said he'd obey." "Good. Did he say anything about laying off Martin Bruce?" "Gosh, I forgot to tell you to tell him to lay off Martin. Hes gone to Huachita and Martin and some of his braves are there, I hear. My, ray, I'm afraid I'm liable to lose my new general manager before I've even had a chance to break him in. There's only one thing that will comfort me for the loss, however, and that's the death of Martin Bruce." He sighed and tucked in his napkin. "We will hope for the best," he added piously. His daughter gazed, at him in wide- eyed horror and left the room. At Huachita, about four o'clock, Ken Burney and his bodyguard put their horses up at the livery stable, and in single file walked up the mid- dle of the street to the International Hotel. On the front porch Martin Bruce sat with two friends,discussing cattle and the weather. He eyed the approaching quartet, decided he was outnumbered and nodded. affably to Ken Burney, who came up alongside him and said arrogantly: "Mr. Bruce, you're leaving town at once. 1 cant feel comfortable in Hua- chita with you here, too, so. take the next train west if you care to pull out under your own power." "I was goin' to take the next train west anyhow, son," Bruce replied evenly, "but just for that I'ni going to stay and see how you like it." His blue eyes bored upward at Burney from under his shaggy eyebrows; to the veriest tyro it would. have been apparent he meant exactly what he said; that he preferred to stay and die, fighting an. army, rather than leave town under compulsion. "You four-flusher,' he continued. "What dude ranch did you hail from? The idea of a half-baked desperado like you trying to drive Martin Bruce out of town? That for you and your bodyguard," and he directed a thin stream of tobacco juice down one leg of Ken Burney's white chaps. "Go home and tell your mother to wipe your nose." Ken. Burney stared at the terrible old man for a few seconds, then turn- ed to his men. "Well, I guess I'll let him stay, boys," he announced, "see- ing he's so set on having his own way." Bruce laughed softly as Burney and his men entered the hotel. The body- guard looked at the new general man- ager somewhat askance. It was plain that they did not think well of him, fox. in public he had warned an enemy to leave town or take the consequences, and when that enemy had replied with a contemptuous refusal, he had backed down. To their direct and primitive way of thinking, he did, in- deed, require a bodyguard, nor were they at all pleased to have been ap- pointed to that task. Plainly, here was a general manager who might, conceivably, embroil them in a foot- less fight. They stood aside, in low voices discussing Ken Burney while he registered their names and his; then he joined them. "Come on up to my room," he ord- ered, and they followed sullenly. He herded them in before him and closed the door. "You are entitled to an ex- planation of my extraordinary con- duct, boys," he began. "You heard me pull off a boob play—throw a monumental bluff on a man who wouldn't be bluffed. Well, I knew that in advance. Whatever that old coy- ote's faults, a lack of animal courage isn't one of thein. He has a high pride; he has a reputation for cour- age and audacity to sustain, and his record both as a citizen and as a peace officer has earned him that reputation fairly. He spat on me and I backed water. I had to. I was the aggres- sor and if I had killed him I would have been tried for murder and, doubtless convicted. Besides, he had two friends with him and one of them didret look to me like a preacher; who was the big dark man on his left?" "That, was Miguel Gallegos," one of his bodyguard replied. "I had a suspicion it might be. But no matter. Bruce would have fought if I had resented his spitting upon me; he would have taken a chance on beating me to the draw, knowing his friend, Gallegos, would help. And the other man, too, for all I know." CHAPTER XVII. legos of branding our calves on that portion of El Ranchito that laps over into Mexico. It is known as El Cajon Bonita." Tlaejefe politico nodded. "Whether he does this for his own profit or has an alliance' with Senor Martin Bruce we do not knu "He dines tonight with Senor Bruce at the International Hotel, senor. You observe, I am not without information. I keep my eye on that fine fellow." "Suppose, Senor De Hero," Ken Burney suggested, "that instead of BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON involving your government in an an- noying melee with Miguel Gallegos, Illustrated With Every Pattern for you? Could that be arranged unofficially? If so, I will guarantee to relieve you of this foreign annoy- ance." Senor De Haro gazed upon his visi- tor with new interest. "It is always desirable to avoid, international com- plications, Senor urney. You under- stand I am but a subordinate, yet I have a feeling that such a plan would be most agree -able to His Excellency, the governor...' "If you can give me his unofficial assurance of sympathy and silence, Senor De Haro, and through your own official influence. see to it that an armed party of thirty:men, under my command, is permitted to cross the boundary without molestation—" The jefe politico smiled. "It is often an official mistake to see too rnuch, my friend. Your government main- tains immigration and customs guards only at the ports of entry, of which Huachita is one. My government does the same. You can cross eltrewhere at your pleasure and if, unfortunately, my people should apprehend you, an explanation to me will satisfy." (To be continued.) his new Kitchen Help will save you Time 1k1210 P pub./abed 0"..5,11kl'IDAAVit:P3.1D5 TORONTO. NVO'N'IV/Zt'c-1,9N1 WORE This New Magic Cook Book contains more than 200 tested recipes. Your copy is all ready for mailing. S end for 'Keep a copy of the New Magic Cook Book handy and you'll never have to worry about what to serve. Whether you need a suggestion for lunch . . . for dinner. ... or for your tea guests, you'll find the answer in this new handy housewife's help. It's a compact, complete directory of all the good things you'll ever want to make for any occasion . . . and it's FREE! Send us your name and address and a copy will be mailed. 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I wanted to inculcate, in his mind the thought that I am a eheap bully, and I think I succeeded. And I had more luck than I anticipated. I've inculcated the same idea in the mind of Miguel Gallegos." "We don't get your strategy," an- other of his bodyguard growled. "You will a little later. Meanwhile, don't be sulky. When there's shooting to be done I'll start it, but until I'm ready—until I can choose my own battleground—I shall proceed upon the principle that he who fights and rung away may live to fight another day. In other words, I am reserving you boys for a more important occa- sion." "I wouldn't let no man spit on me, Mr. Burney," one of his men pro- tested. "You don't know what you'd do until the occasion arises. When it does, a wise man estimates the situa- tion and plans accordingly. It just isn't possible for Martin Bruce to in- sult any gentleman." "Somebody must have insulted him lately,' another one of the bodyguard remarked. "He ain't quite over a black eye" "I heard one of his riders handled him a week ago, Bill." "I am the boy Who did that," Ken Burney assurred them. "I pulled him off his horse, took his gun away from him and slapped him around for five minutes; then 1 quit in a hurry and rode over to El Ranchito for a new job. 1 secured that job—and if any of you boys have an idea that the king doesn't know what he's doing, I'll give you your time right now. Remember, the king is more than nite years old." There was less resentment in the eyes of the bodyguard now. Appar- ently, by mutual consent, the trio de- cided to accept the general manager's explanation. "Huachita straddles the iaterna- tional boundary," Burney wait on after a pause. "I'm going to call on the gale politico across the line to. night. Can any of You boys lead me to his house?" Xt appeared that one of them could. 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