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Nellie, outraged at being betrayed in her faith in the Kid, slashes him across the face and rides away. After turn­ ing Babe over to the Poole outfit, Tiger Eye finds a deserted cabin and determines to wage independent war on the killers of both factions. * * * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He looked beyond and saw where there had been a corral and a stable, all built of rock cunningly piled for strength and concealment. There had to be a spring too, of course. H*e found it, ice cold and crystal clear, in a niche of the cliff that was a part of the back wall of the cabin. He also saw a rock-walled meadow swelling out like a great fat jug be­ low its narrow neck of a pass not onePlain lucky, that kid with the yellow eye. He rode put of town at noon, Bar­ ney taking careful,,nippy steps to bal­ ance the big and bulging pack on his back. Pecos, too, carried more than master that day. Tobacco and pounds of candy and a songbook two cartons in the kid’s his five and hind the cantie. sagged with six keys C and D, in bright red paste­ board boxes.- ■ The kid was almost ready, now- to show Nellie Murray he was neither a killer nor a cur to tak.e a licking and crawl off under the brush and whimper over his hurts, He was just .about ready to start in taming the killers, Right soon, now, the name of Tiger Eye would send men’s glances back over their shoulders and make a prickle go up into the roots of their hair. The range tiger was going on the prowl. It was hot down in that willow growth through which the kid -was riding. They came out finally against a barbed-wire fence, built straight ac­ ross through the thicket. Good stout T “Well! I’ve found you. Where are the cattle?” she demanded. SYNOPSIS The Kid’s name "was Bob Reeves, But back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye, because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barrel, His father was. “Killer” Reeves, but the hoy did not want to kill. If he stay­ ed home he would have to carry on his father's fueds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encount­ ered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired just as Tiger Eye did. The Kid didn't want to kill Nate, only to cripple him, but his aim must have been wild, for Wheeler dropped from his horse. Babe Garner came riding­ tip, Wheeler was a “nester,” he said, and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler’s cabin to notify the dead man’s widow. The Kid breaks the news of Nate’s death to his widow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering he had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while .another man. A gang One of them by4 coupling stranger. 'The each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insult, making his escape in the confusion. Fie lays in wait for the party and finally sees the men drive off with Wheeler’s widow and child. He trails them silently. Learning that th “nesters” plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the kid informs Garner, telling him at the same time he had learned it was the latter’s shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding range for the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driving in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Wheeler. After rescuing the girl’s dad, the Kid is given a grateful warning by the girl, who thinks he is one of the Texas killers, to get out of the val­ ley before the nesters shoot him. The boy is touched by Nellie’s con­ cern and lets his mind dwell on her, realizing she must have liked him personaly to warn him when he was supposed to be one of the imported gunmen. Later he tells Garner he wounded a nester who tried to am- ambush him. He a Texan who is wagon crew. That night the through both hands when the latter attempts to kill him for being the son ; of Killer Reeves. The rest of the ■ gang approves of the Kid’s action.1 horses in the twisted canyons of While near Nellie’s home he hears , Wolf Buttes, and let the sword of the crack of a rifle and finds her dad has been shot from ambush and helps carry the dead man into his house. • One leaving the nester’s cabin the Kid examines the slayer’s tracks and finds a match, broken like the ones Babe discards. He returns home and Babe secs he thinks he is the' one who killed the old man. Just then the foreman arrives and eats with them, preventing a show-down for a time. As the foreman finishes his coffee he breaks a match in the same way Babe does. The Kid blushes and looks for­ givingly at Babe. Nellie’s dad is shot from ambush, the kid suspects Babe against his wish. The latter thinks another nest- “er killed the old man. Babe is:I wou-nded by hidden enemies, who al-’ so shoot at Tiger Eye but miss. The; burrow. Honest player, though. Nev- Kid pulls Babe back into the cabin er caught him in any funny business. wide enough to let a hayrack through posts that looked solid as the teeth without scraping the wall on either side. The kid climbed upon a bowld­ er and for five minutes he gazed out over this lost paradise. Lost from the world, to be found by him when he needed it most. It took the kid nearly a week to make the place habitable, though he worked furiously from sunrise until it was too dark to see what he was do­ ing. It took him two days to find his way out of the intricate network of canyons to the open range beyond. The kid drilled himself and his justice dangle a while over the un­ suspecting heads of the paid killers of the Poole. Let Nellie wonder a while what had become of him, too. He reckoned it wouldn’t hurt her to wonder and guess. Bound to guess plumb wrong, and he’d prove it to her, when he got good and ready. His grub was getting low. He wanted more money than he had in his pocket. Wouldn’t be working for wages now for a while, and grub sure costs money. So he sat one night in a poker game with three cowboys from over toward the Rosebud and a lucky pros­ pector just in from the Black Hills. Walked out at daylight with his pants pockets bulging at the sides like a pocket gpp’ner packing grass to its in the kid’s mouth. Four wires,strung so tight they hummed like a tuning fork when the kid leaned over and gave one a jerk. No fooling with that fence. Cattle proof and storm proof, like the fences the railroads built along their right-of-way. Plumb strange to find a fence like that over in this part of the country. This wasn’t Poole land, and he never heard of any nesters over in this dir­ ection. No trails coming up this way, no nothing. Shoah was mysterious. They followed the fence for half an hour of steady plodding along the narrow lane cut by the fence build­ ers. They came slap up against a stone ledge where the last post stood in a hole drilled into solid rock and was set there with cement. And that was plumb strange too. Nothing to do about it though. Couldn’t even ride back along the edge of the wil­ lows because it was just a mess of broken rocks and rubble from the steep slope that evidently stood above the ledge. Once more the kid turned Pecos short around, and rode back along the fence. He crossed a cj;eek bed covered with hot sun-bleached cob­ blestones with stagnant pools in the hollows. There the fence became a brush and wire barrier higher than the kid’s head. No animal bigger than a rabbit could wriggle through there. He rode another half mile or two before he came to the edge of the fence and .found it anchored to the other arm of the standstone ledge. An hour or more later I’ecos stop­ ped on the crest of a long ridge and stood with braced legs, completely winded after the steep climb, though the kid had been considerate enough to come up on his own feet. He had plenty of time to rest and doze while the wind pleasantly dried his sweaty hide, for the kid sat down with his knees hunched up to brace his elbows, and. through the very carefully examined this congloineration of hills and and wild crooked canyons. The kid moved his glasses a little and saw a horseman just riding out of sight behind a chokecherry thick­ et, He seemed to be coming down the canyon. The kid rode slowly along’ the can­ yon bottom, playing his mouth organ as he went, and letting his long legs sway to the rhythm of the tune. The kid’s eyes lightened with a peculiar gleam but the tune he was playing never missed a note until a black horse and rider came into view. The kid gave one startled look and the music ceased with a squawk, Nellie Murray, dressed in her dead brother’s overalls and blue gingham shirt, with her thick braid of yellow hair sweeping the cantie of her saddle as she rode! She carried her dad’s rifle in the crook of her arm, as if she meant to meet danger a little more than halfway, and as the two horses stopped of their own accord, she lifted the rifle midway to her shoulder, then let it down again. The kid looked at her with that curious, steady glare of his yellow right eye, and his face had the ex­ pressionless look of a trained gamb­ ler. Cold and hostile and ready for war he looked, but he didn’t feel that way. Hot crimpies went chasing up his spine, and the back of his neck had a queer tightening feeling, as he stared at her. “Well! I’ve found one of you, any­ way!” she exclaimed, in a tone that was .worse than another cut of the quirt. “Where are the cattle?” “What cattle?” “Our cattle that you Poole men stole out of our pasture last night. Every hoof we own!' I’m going to get them back, if I have to fight ev­ ery Texas killer in the country.” “I’m a Texas man, all right, but I’m no killah. Told yo’ that befo'1” “Well, that remains to be seen. You’re a Poole man, anyway. You must know where our cattle are.” “Slioah wish I did. The Pool’s fightin’ nestalis, I know that. But they don’t steal cattle, Miss Murray.” “Oh, don’t they? Walter Bell ought to raise your wages for saying that!’’ “He kain’t. I’m not' working the Poole.” “No? How long since?” “Since that night we got Babe of Cold Spring cabin.” “I suppose the Poole fired you poor shooting!” Her short scornful laugh turned the kid’s ears red as if she had slapped them, but he made no answer to the taunt. What was the -use? He wrapped the bridle reins around the saddle horn and began to roll a cigarette, taking plenty of time. A man could do a heap.of thinking ov­ er a cigarette without giving himself away. “You must know the Poole ran off with our cattle!” “No, kain’t say I do.” “You’all right shoah it was the Poole?” “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure,” she retorted sharply. “None of our neighbours would do it, and besides I trailed them up on the Bench and over this way. The Pools wants to run us out of the country. You know why, don’t you?” “Kain’t say I do, lessen it’s because glasses strange hollows Standing on the spray-soaked up- - Manila, The ; per surface of their Condor airplane, was attempting a five Nazi flyers and a passetiget\arc flight when it dropped into the China g'-hWfi awaiting rescue ships from, Sea in a forced landing. Overhead yoah a nestab" "Oh, of course being made the Bell I He’s got .all the nesters. are goats for Walter to lay the blame somewhere for his stealings. But he' scared to death of us Murrays he means to drive us out. He’s Ed and father out of the way, he’s afraid of Mother and me You know why, don’t you?” “Kain’t blame ’em for that,” he said drily. ' Nellie flushed and looked down at the rifle sagging in her grasp. "It’s because old Walt Bell is afraid Mother and I know what Ed fo-und out about the Poole, Ed caught the Poole cowboys stealing, Poole cattle, that's why! Some of them —» that stand in close with Walter Bell. Joe Hale for one, and Jess Markel for another. He caught them running.a wildcat brand on Poole calves, over this way somewhere. He found out a lot, and then he wrote back to the head moguls in New York and told them what was going on.” She bit her lip. “That was away last March, and they hadn’t done a thing about it, though Mother says Ed sent en­ ough proof to put the whole outfit in the pen?’ "Shoah had nerve, that boy.” The cigarette was lighted but the kid for­ got to smoke it. His mind went shut- ling back and forth, weaving Nellie’s story into certain puzzling fragments of information he had never been able to make anything of. “Of course he had nerve! Too much. He wanted to get the goods on that bunch without dragging the neighbors into it. Fie never told them what he was doing, but he told Fa­ ther.” “Plumb strange yo’all 'nevah men­ tioned it, when we talked these things ovah at the cabin. ’Peahs like I was not trusted at no time.” , “I didn’t know it then. ■ Mother knew, but they were afraid to talk about it, much. She only told me ear­ ly this morning, when we found out our cattle were gone. I rode down to the pasture to bring up the cows and there wasn’t a hoof in sight. I saw where they’d been driven off, and then when I went to tell Mother, she told me the whole story.” “Shoah wonld like to know what yoh mother said," he observed, in what would have been a cold and for­ mal' tone, except that the kid’s soft Texas voice made a pleasing melody whenever he spoke. “Mother told me Ed was always trying to figure out why the Poole had it in for the nesters, after let­ ting them settle in the valley without making a fuss. Ed did a lot of rid­ ing outside the valley. The Poole claimed he was rustling calves, .but that’s a lie. I know how we got every hoof we owned. We only had forty- two head. Now we haven’t got any,” “If .yoh brothah got proof—” “He got enough to put the fear of the Lord into Walter Bell,” he de­ clared bitterly. “We don’t know if they saw Ed watching them, or whe- BARCLAY % epp granulated sugar cup sherry 1 clip cream, whipped Mix vanilla arrowroot pudding with Tnilk; bring to boil, stirring constantly. Remove from fire; add egg yolks mixed with sugar. Cool; add sherry, egg whites, stiffly beaten, and whipped cream, Mix; well and pour into freezing tray. Freeze quickly about 3-4 hours. Makes about 1 quart. • Coconut Pineapple Macaroons cup sweetened condensed milk 2 cups shredded coconut l eup crushed pineapple Few grains salt Blend together sweetened con­ densed milk, shredded coconut, crushed pineapple and salt. Drop by spoonfuls on well buttered bak­ ing sheet 1 inch apart. Bake in moderate oven (350° F.) 10 minutes or until a delicate brown. Remove from pan at once. Makes about 30. Peppermint Rennet-Custard 1 package raspberry rennet powder 1 pint milk % pound peppermint stick candy Crush candy into fine crumbs and let stand in milk in refrigerator for one hour. Make renneticustard according to directions on package, using the peppermint and milk mix­ ture instead of plain milk. When ready to serve, garnish with choco­ late sauce or whipped cream and sprinkle with crushed peppermint candies, if desired. Lemon Refrigerator Cake marshmallows, cut fine and soaked 30 minutes in pint whipping cream tablespoons gelatine, softened 5 minutes in cup .cold water cups sugar, brought to a boll with 1% -cups water Fry onion and sausage until well done. Add other ingredients and simmer for 30 minutes. Frozen Egg Nog 1 package vanilla arrowroot pudding 1 1 cup. milk 2 eggs By BETTY Start the year, right by serving goxne new dish in the home — and duplicate this surprise each week. You'll be delighted with the results. Try the following dishes on your family and guests; Macaroni with Beef Brisket Macaroni is the hostess’ best friend in every season of the year for its economical bounty.' Every­ one seems to like it. Try your luck with macaroni and beef brisket casserole. 1 lb. macaroni 3 stalks celery 2 small onions 1 small can tomatoes "iy2 lbs. brisket of,beef 2 carrots 1 clove garlic Salt and pepper Cover meat withhold water, and add chopped celery,, carrots, onions and garlic. Boil meat until tender. Drain off and keep broth. Chop meat and vegetables. Cook maca­ roni in boiling salted water until tender. Drain. Place a layer of cooked macaroni in bottom of bak­ ing dish, add a layer of chopped meat and vegetables, and then a thin layer of tomatoes. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Repeat, finishing with macaroni. Season broth with pepper and salt and pour over mixture in baking dish. Bake in moderate ' oven (375 de­ grees) for 1 hour. Serve liot. Note: Spaghetti, .. egg noodles, vermicelli or other forms of maca­ roni products may be substituted for the macaroni in this recipe. Limas with Sausage pound sausage, medium-sized Onion cup cooked, dried Limas cup tomatoes teaspoon chili t I ther the Eastern owners wrote back and told Walt what Ed said about him and his outfit. The Poole cer­ tainly must have found out somehow, and it wasn’t from any of the valley folks, for they don’t know it. The poolc started in — dry-g-ulching, if you know what that means, and I suppose you do, all right.” She sent him a quick glance and looked away again' when the kid failed to meet het­ eyes. “Before, it was just mean range tricks—hogging the range and accus­ ing the nesters of rustling calves and killing beef and all that. But all at once they started killing.- Ed was one of the first—” “If you’d give me the brands so I’d know yoh mothah’s' cattle when I find ’em—” “Well, it’s Reverse E. But I could­ n’t -think of troubling you, Mr. Reev­ es. I intend to get those cattle my­ self.” “It’s a man’s gruffly. “Well, I’m the now, so it’s my Reeves!” She gathered up the reins and tapped her horse lightly with the q-uirt—-just as if it had never been put to a more sinister use—and rode on past the kid with her chin tilted up­ ward and her gaze bent ostentatious­ ly upon a straggling, small herd of cattle feeding over on the farther slope. . • (Concluded Next Week) Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and ,, Funeral Director Furniture and j Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 109W, Night 109J. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough Knowledge of Farm Stock. ’ Phone 231, Wingham. Wingham J. H. CRAWFORD F. A. PARKER OSTEOBAtH All Diseases 'treated. giant Gerjnan airplane ’ circles tl^ United States army air-' ated 'tail fin. From, the air Captain Lewis directed rescue efforts. 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