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WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE'S 7g Hide Hweb Idiik SYNOPSIS Roth CMswick tt LC ranch, obemad by •ear s< danger to her outspoken father. Lee, fraea a band at lewloss nution headed by ■herm Howard, decldea to eave him by ehates with young leu Howard, Sherm'e son. and comae to the town of Tall Holt to meet Mm. While In Yell Sanger’a etore, a crook-nosed stranger entero, sbes up the sttuaUon. and when a drunken cowboy, Jim Pender, rtdn tat and starts ehooting, pro* tecta Huth, while Lou Howard hides. Dt«- guatod with Lou's cowardice. Ruth cello off the elopement, and sands the otrangar tor her father at the gambling house scross the street There the otrangar. calling himself Jeff Gray, meets Morgan Homo, a killer. Curly Connor. Kansas. Mlle High. Sid Hunt, and other rustlers. and Sherm Howard. Lee Chiswick enters. with his foreman. Dan Brand, and telle Sherm Howard of hla or* dare to shoot ruatlera at eight Jeff Gray retunu to Ruth and coldly reassures her of her lather’s ealety. At cupper. Ruth Intro* duoea Jeff to her father and Brand, and In Sanger's etore later she speaks cordially to Curly Connor. Coming out of the store, they are greeted by sudden gunplay. Lee la wounded, and Jeff Gray appearo with a omoklng revolver. Two days later. Ruth tells her father of her projected elopement and her dlaillualonment Later. Ruth meeta Jeff Gray, whom she thinks tried to kill her father. Ruth accidentally wounds Jeff. She takes him to Pat Sorley's camp. Ruth 1a credulous of Jeff's story of shooting at the a esses tn rather than at her father, and later pleads with Lae to listen to him. When Lee arrives at Pat Sorley's camp, ha finds only a note to Pat from Jeff. Meanwhile, Jeff rides Into Tall Holt and sends word to SheTm Howard he wants to see him. He ebosvs Howard a poster with his picture, with the name of Clint Poke. wanted as the leader of a band of outlaws. The rest of the band arrives. Jeff shows the outlaws the pouter and asks their confidence, and tells them Ruth shot him. They agree to allow him to stay. Another raid on the L C cattle causes Lee to line up his men in pursuit, and to send his son Frank to town to reconnoiter. CHAPTER V—Continued "I’ll find out what I can," Frank said. “Be careful about asking ques tions, and don't get into trouble with these thieves. If anyone wants to know what you are doing there, say you have come to meet a buyer we are expecting from New Mexico." Frank cut back to the ranch while the others rode up Box canyon. It was already beginning to drizzle when the posse pushed into the high lands above the gorge. Before night fell it was raining steadily. Chis wick made camp on Stampede creek, well up toward the head waters. All through the night rain poured down. The campers rose in the morning wet and stiff. They warmed themselves at the fire, dried off as best they could, and saddled as a chill sun broke through the mist. Chiswick divided his men. One half of them he sent with Dan Brand to comb the Flat-Tops. His son Bob and Sorley stayed with him. They dropped in on half a dozen moun tain ranches on the far chance they might hear or see something of the missing stock. The owners of two or three of these were away from home. The others showed no pleas ure at sight of the L C men. Lee questioned them sharply. The answers were either evasive or sulky. They had no information to give him. For all he knew his cat tle might be hidden in some gulch or hollow less than a mile distant. Late in the day he joined Brand and his men at an appointed spot. The foreman had made a wide sweep of country without seeing any L C stuff. Wearily the riders re turned to the ranch, getting in late at night. Ruth knew from her father’s de jection that they had been unsuc cessful She waited until after he had eaten to ask questions. While he smoked his pipe he told her of the expedition. “This fellow Gray was in it," he said abruptly, when he had appar ently finished. She was clearing away the dishes and turned, slim figure alertly poised, to find out how he knew. “Pat had checked up on his horse and knew the hoofprints,” Chiswick explained. “They must have sent him here ahead of them to locate a good bunch to run off.” "And I believed his Ues,” Ruth ■aid bitterly. "Don’t blame yourself tor that He might have fooled me too. The fellow looks you right in the eye whoa he talks. He doesn't look like a one airing coyote. Well, we live and learn, girt" Frank Chiswick took a room at Ma Presnell's, the only place at Tall Heit which offered accommo datione. He could see that he was eyed with surprise by one or two men who knew him, but he took no evert notice at that To Curly be mentioned casually that he was wetttag lor m ospoctod co H te buyor whom be wm going to taka back wMh Mm io Me roach. Thia to tefKMttoMe hr Mt our*p would vouch 86m Y toward and hla ratter OMe ho enugM sight at Loa Bom and M theTKsmii, and at that completely bored. He washed up, and went down for supper. At the long table in the dining room Ma Presnail put him next a crook-nosed stranger with reddish hair. Presently the man mentioned amiably that his name was Gray. The words were a little shock to Frank. His swift gaze swept the man, down and up. He noted a cer tain pantherish lightness of body, a hard recklessness of face. A chill ran through young Chiswick. His first impulse was to fling out a chal lenge, but he remembered his fa ther’s instructions. He was not to get into trouble with their enemies. Stiffly he answered, iron in his voice, “I am Frank Chiswick?' Two or three of those at the table were watching them. “I reckon you don’t feel friendly, Mr. Chiswick,” drawled Gray. “Would you expect me to feel friendly with a man who tried to murder my father and later helped to rustle his cattleT” Frank asked harshly. “You've certainly got me wrong, sir,” Gray replied, with unhurried courtesy. “But I don’t expect I can convince you of it.” “Not in a hundred years,” Frank retorted hotly. “I don’t wish to talk with you, sir, or to know you when we meet.” “Short and sweet,” Gray said with a smile, his manner cheerfully indifferent. "It’s a blow, but I ex pect I’ll have to get along without knowing Mr. Frank Chiswick.” He turned and began to talk with the man on the other side of him. As soon as supper was over, Frank went to the landlady and asked her to change his seat to the other end of the table. The day after Frank reached Tail Holt, he saw Morgan Norris and Mile High jog into town and tie at • * n ll * afcwii iwsife I ■Kd ■ws Frank stopped to the shadow and watebed him. the hitchbar in front ot the Golden Nugget. Young Chiswick sauntered up the street and turned in at Curt Dubbs’ place. He knew he would not be exactly welcome there, but the objection to his patronage would probably be expressed only in point ed hints. Morris and Mile High were at the bar slaking thirst after a short visit to a hidden cache. A poker game was in progress, but the wheel and the faro table were both deserted. It was too early in the day for them. Inside of an hour they would be going full blast. Around the poker table sat six men. Curly and Jeff Gray were two of them. To Mile High his companion said, out of the corner of his mouth, “Tail Holt sure is being honored these days.” Mile High glanced at Chiswick hastily, to see if he had caught the slur. “What’s eatto’ you, Morg?” he said hastily. “No use raisin’ a rookus.” “Am I raisin’ a rookus because I’m grateful the big moguls have started drappin’ to on us?” be asked offensively. Frank moved away. He heard Nor ris say, without troubling to lower bis voice, "I wm aimin' to ask him bow his old man is getting along putting down the rustlers.” Ths tall cowpuncher toughed, then tried to cover his mirth with a doo oroua cough, Chiswick flushed angrily. The rage wm still simmertag In him when he peened the poker table and mat the Hand emile at Gray. He Mt the dieadventage at fauth. He wm net philosophical enough to Ig nore taouMs without letting them bum him up, nor sent enough ot tongue to- answer them with a ottag tag ootort Hurt sapid not ho mm SaadM * Mtoneugo _ COBYRIGHT WILLIAM MACLIOO RAINR—WNU SIRVICI the black mouth of which opened to front of him. In the shadow of a cottonwood he saw the figures of a man and a woman locked in embrace. The murmur of the man’s low voice reached him as he passed. At the end of the road, where it termi nated in a narrow trail running up the canyon, Frank turned and re traced his steps. The girl beneath the cottonwood ran into the adjoining house and the man came out to the road. He wm just behind Chiswick, whistling gaily, “Good-by, my lover, good by." His brisk stride presently brought him abreast of Frank. " 'Lo, fellow. How are cases?” he asked cheerfully. His good spirits subsided abrupt ly. Lou Howard did not feel like a conquering hero when he recognized in the man beside him Frank Chis wick. “So you’re at it again,” Frank said grimly. There was a false note of hearti ness in the glib reply of Howard. “I been wanting to have a talk with you, Frank,” he said. "I reck on you have done heard Ruth’s side of the story. You know her better than I do—how bossy she is when she gets a notion in her head, and has to have her own way. I tried to talk her out of this eloping busi ness, and finally I did all right Told her to go home and behave like a good girl, which of course she is, come down to brass tacks.” “You liar," Frank said. He had heard gossip since he came to town. Howard bristled. “Looky here. You can't talk thataway to me. I won’t stand it for a minute." “I am talking that way. I’m tel - ing you that you're a liar and a yel low cur. Right now I'm going to whale the life out of you.” Frank weighed twenty pounds less than the other man. He was only nineteen years old and Howard was twenty-four. In actual physical strength he was no match for the Tail Holt loafer, but he had one great asset. He yearned to get at this scamp who had, according to his view, insulted Ruth and dragged her name into common talk, where as Howard had gone panicky at the thought of a fight. “Don’t you monkey with me, fel low,” blustered Lou. “My friends will make you mighty sorry if you try to do me a meanness.” “Put up yore dukes,” Frank or dered. The larger man backed away, protesting that he did not want to fight. "But you're going to all the same,” insisted Chiswick, and he drew his hand insultingly across the cheek of the other. Howard reached for a gun. The fingers of Frank’s left hand closed on his wrist and twisted the arm. With a yelp of pain Howard dropped the revolver to the ground. He broke free and tried to run. Within a dozen strides Frank landed on his back and brought him down. As he scrambled to his feet, Chis wick crowded him against an adobe wall and lashed out at his fright ened face. Feebly Howard put up his arm's to defend himself. He took for five minutes a hard drub bing, then collapsed to the ground. “For God’s sake, don't!” he whined. “I’ve had enough. You're killing me.” "I’ve heard about yore talk,” Frank panted, still hot with anger. "Listen. If you ever mention my sister's name again I'll beat you till you can't stand.” He turned on his heel and walked down the road. Frank had no feeling of elation at what he had done, but he could not blame himself. To thrash a man who was too cowardly to fight was no pleasure. Yet he had at least stopped Howard from talking First Dentistry by Family Jewelers; Blacksmiths Also Drew Aching Molars Back in Revolutionary war days men called upon their blacksmiths when they wanted aching molars drawn. Ladles of the nicer families, garbed in flowing gowns and pow dered wigs, visited their jewelers for the drawing of a tooth and tor its replacement. While the war wm at its height two fidgety, excitable Frenchmen arrived in this country with brown leather packs containing iron for ceps, wires, dog teeth, human teeth and goat teeth. These two men, sold a bulletin of the Dental Insti tute at America, were the first real (tenttete of RfoteMloMl teckfround in America. Crude m were their mothodsMhsy were like rata on a • blmb wood Amlbl ocloroo lute Ab tiw tetoEWßoteo MB L&mb traM M Mb Owr about Ruth. The fellow would keep hla mouth shut after this. It would be better to go back to the rooming-house, Chiswick decid ed. To hang around Main atreet now would be asking for trouble. Someone very likely would take on the quarrel for Lou. If so, it would be with guns. By morning a more reasonable point of view would ob tain. He turned into Main street down the alley beside the Golden Nugget As he did so, he caught sight of a man at the hitchrack in front of the gambling-house. The man wasjeff Gray. Frank stopped in the shadow and watched him. Gray wm examining the hoof of a horse. He put down the foot of the animal, glanced swiftly at the door of the Golden Nugget, and moved to a second horse tied to the rack. He stooped and picked up the left hind leg of the cow-pony. Long and care fully he studied the hoof, not for getting to look occasionally in the direction of the door. Clearly, he did not want to be caught at this inspection. He straightened, dusted his hands, and walked into the Golden Nugget. On his way to the lodging-house Frank asked himself questions. The horses at the hitchrack had been the ones upon which Morg Norris and Mile High had ridden into town a little while ago. What wm Gray trying to find out? Why was he in terested in these horses more than any others? He seemed on friendly terms with the outlaws. Yet Frank had sensed a latent hostility be tween the stranger and Morgan Nor ris. Oh, well, thieves fell out among themselves. Frank went to his room and forgot the incident. Very likely it had no importance. Five minutes later Lou Howard pushed open the door of the Golden Nugget and moved, feet dragging, to the bar. “Gimme a drink—a stiff one,” he ordered. The bartender stared at his bruised and bleeding face. “Holy mackerel! You been tangling with a grizzly, Lou?” he asked. “He jumped me—when I wasn’t looking," Howard said, almost weeping with self-pity. “Who jumped you?” Morgan Nor ris wanted to know. “Frank Chiswick. That's who.” “A kid," Norris jeered. “No such thing. An’ he lit on my back while I was walking down the road, then beat me up something awful.” “You sure look like a tiger had clawed you,” Curly said cheerfully. "Frank certainly worked you over considerable.” He was immensely pleased at the retribution which had fallen on How ard. “Time someone cut the comb of those Chiswicks,” Norris growled. “I'll go along with you any time you say to fix this fellow's clock, Lou.” "How much help do you reckon Lou will need, Morg?” Curly in quired, with intent to insult young Howard. "You throwin’ in with the Chis wicks, Curly?” murmured Norris derisively. "Would I have to ask yore per mission, Morg?” the black-haired man demanded coolly. "Or am I free, white, and twenty-one?” The eyes of Morgan Norris flick ered over Curly. The killer leaned negligently against the bar, his body slumped, his eyes sleepy. But in him was the suggestion of violent eruption one sees in a crouched ti ger. “I like to know who my friends are, Cprly,” he Mid softly. "Don't get you, Morg. When a kid whops a loose-mouthed scalawag bigger and older than he is, do we all have to get on the prod about it?" 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