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The Fi ghting Tenderfoot
THE STORY Garrett O'Hara, young lawyer. to practice at his way Concho, wild western town, is shot at from ambush, by Shep : Sanderson, who mistakes him tor Judge Warner, whom certain cattle interests wish to prevent holding court. Barbara Steelman, who thought the shot was di rected at her, warns Garrett not to Concho because of the In town San on to go big cattle war. derson picks a fight with Garrett and is getting the worst of it when Ingram, cattle baron, in terrupts. Steve Worrall tells Garrett about the cattle war be Ingrarn and Steelman, fa of Barbara. he desires to remain tween Garrett tells ther Ingram neutral, but the latter declares there cari be no neutrality. Bob Quantrell, young killer for In gram, saves Garrett and an Eng lishman, Smith-Beresford, from shot by Sanderson. The become friends. Garrett being three accidentally witnesses a meeting Barbara and Ingram. Garrett and between They are lovers, the Englishman buy a ranch with Steelman as silent partner. Fitch, Steelman man, kills an In A posse starts follower. gram in pursuit and Fitch stops at the "tenderfoot ranch." The posse, including Quantrell and Sander son, capture and hang Pitch. Sanderson starts a fight at the ranch and Garrett and the Eng lishman are wounded. Ingram and Barbara appear and put an Quantrell to the fight. sides and joins with the ■'tenderfeet." end changes two CHAPTER V—Continued — 6 — With a glance of careless contempt "Well. Ingram's eyes swept the room. I told you what would happen if you stayed in this country," he said to O'Hara. "Did you tell him what would hap to three or four of your killers pen when they tried to murder him?" Bar bara asked, her eyes flashing indig nation. Ingram looked at her with an ex pressionless face, girl?" "Yes, I'm in it. friends. them for no cause." She stood straight quivering with indigna "Are you in this, They're my father's Your hired bad men shot tion at the man whom site held re sponsible, with sympathy for the two victims of the outrage. "Tried to obstruct a posse in per formance of its duty. If they got hurt, don't blame me. They carried in defense of a criminal wanted arms by the law." "I don't believe it—and what's more you don't, either, Dave Ingram. Would two young tenderfoots attack a dozen armed ruffians? sonabie. That scalawag Shep Sander son an' his friends started it." It's not rea "They got excited when these scoun drels here shot up three-four of them. Who wouldn't? Why, it's common re port that both these men here have been practicin' with guns ever since they came into the country. They were spoilin' for a fight, killers like they are ought not to be allowed loose on a decent community." Barbara read the faintest flicker of "You Dangerous ironic mirth in Ingram's eyes, don't believe a word of what you're "I'm sayin'," she flung hotly at him. not going to argue with you. you want here? Why have you corne? I've got to get help to look after these wounded men. But I can't leave them like this." "I've sent to town for both doctors. One of 'em can come here. Even crim inals are entitled to medical atten tion. I'll look after them till he conies. Bring me fresh water from the spring." Ingram rolled up the sleeves of hi» shirt and washed Ids hands before lie approached Smith-Beresford. his pocket knife he cut the shirt and undershirt from around the wound, then bathed it, using the cold water Barbara had brought from the spring. "I'm afraid he's awf'ly sick," Bar bara murmured, her troubled eyes on the delirious patient. Garrett. "How What do Witii about you, young fellow? Get yore coat off an' let's see where we're at." Barbara helped the lawyer remove the coat. The cattle man washed and ex amined the wound. "Pain much?" "I'm noticing it." "Thought so. Bullet hit the bone likely. You're lucky it's no worse. From what the boys tell me a lot of Rood lead was wasted. If anyone had fold me that Quantrell an' Deever an' Sanderson an' a whole passle more of Gvillin' lads would have cut down on you with their hogiegs with nothing to Show for it but one ornery li'l flesh Wound I'd 'a' said it was a story that listened fine an' for some one to tell a better one." "They nearly murdered my friend, if not quite," O'Hara said bitterly, iu a low voice. "Isn't that enough to give you a little satisfaction?" "Young fellow, if you know what's good for you don't insinuate that they ffid it by my orders," Ingram answered harshly. Then, curtly, "Fix me up a pad for this, Barbara. We'll not mon key with the lead pill till Doc comes." A shadow from the doorway fell across the sunlit floor. Ingram looked up quickly and as he did so his hand slid toward his right hip and rested there. Bob Quantrell leaned negli gently against the jamb. "Come to see how yore sick friends are gettin' along, Bob?" the owner of the Diamond Tail brand asked Iron ically, hia steady eyes on those of the By William MacLeod Raine Copyright by William WNU Service MacLeod Haine young desperado. « 1,1 suppose, in » way of speakin', yç-u might call them yore patients." ''No, sir. a I reckon not. The hand began to play before I got here. Credit Shep with the job. Does he get an other notch on his gun?" "Too early to tell , , yet. The only notch up to date goes to innocent Mr. O'Hara." Quantrell laughed, slowly and in solently. "He sure tamed à bunch of wild wolves so's they was willin' to eat out of his hand, you, Mr. O'Hara, enough wolf tamer." "You ought to be gratified, O'Hara. This is in My hat off to You're a sure praise from an expert," In gram said grimly. "What do you want here?" Barbara "Why have you come?" Quantrell swept the sombrero from his head. demanded. "Don't you worry, miss. I m through with that bunch of wolves. I'll throw in with yore paw if he needs a top hand." "Why? Half an hour ago you were tryin' to kill them." You fought these men. "All in the way of business. Fact is, I like the way they called the turn on Shep's crowd. They've got sand in their craws, these two birds. A man can swap bosses, can't lie?" Ingram made comment. "I'll be glad to write to yore father, Barbara, rec ommendin' Quantrell's faithful serv ices," he said. The young killer's pale blue eyes rested on the cattle man. He under stood the spirit of the remark though it was not obviously ironical. "Meanin' anything in particular, Mr. Ingram?" he asked, very gently. The older man was not afraid of him. Ingram's courage had been tried and never found wanting. It took nerve to rule the lawless bunch of which he was leader. But, on the other hand, he could see no profit in a duel with this cold machine-like vehi cle of death. It would not be an even match, since he considered his life far more valuable than that of Quan trell. He smiled. "Let it ride as It lays. Bob. Like you say, a man can change his boss. No law against that. Since we're here we better make ourselves useful. I've sent for a doc. Till he shows up I'm subbin' for him. Take a look at yore patient's shoulder here. Nice clean flesh wound, wouldn't you say? Ought to heal In no time.'' Quantrell looked at the wound. "Seems like it ought. Not my patient. Ingram. Shep gets the credit, like I done told you." "So you did. I forgot. Well, the main thing is that he'll be rollin' his tail high as ever right soon." "Shep ain't what I'd call a top hand trade," Quantrell drawled. "That's twice now he hasn't cut it. He don't live up to his rep. I can't see how he reads his title clear to call himself a handle, the riot act." "I'll take yore advice," Ingram said. "That bandage pad ready yet, Bar bara?" They busied themselves over the at his bad man from the I'an If I was Ids boss I'd read him wounded man. The sound of horses' hoofs came drumming down the wind. Barbara stepped to the door. She spoke quietly, as though what she was mentioning had no special "Father's here." significance. Neither Ingram nor Quantrell made They wore tying a any comment. l êè PTi v A Ml J (A I V ■-C gfe iV i Um Not Going to Argue With You.' strip of linen around O'Hara's shoulder to hold the bandage in place and they work on this. But both in such a continued to of them shifted positions to face the door. way as The galloping asked sharply, " r Ilie boys hurt, horses pulled up. A voice Barb?" . Barbara spoke quickly. ^ <, ram is lookin' after them. ° Wesley Steelman pushed past her and stood in the doorway. He glanced at Ingram and in a voice hoarse with anger demanded, "Who did that? His finger was pointing toward the body swaying in the wind. Hard-eved. Ingram met his furious wasn't here myself. A 'Mr. In "I gaze. sheriff's posse, Im told. "Hired killers," Steelman corrected. "By G —d, some one will pay for this." His eyes swept the room and rested first on Smith-Beresford then on O'Hara. Of the latter he asked a ques tion: "Both of you shot?" "Both of us," Garrett answered, a gleam of wintry humor in his eyes. "I'm a botched job, but poor Lyulph is hit in the chest. Afraid he'll have a hard time of it." "Who did it?" "Sanderson and his friends. After we had been shot we backed into the house and stood them off." Bob Quantrell laughed. "Not the way I noticed it. You picked the belted earl up an' carried him in. You stood us off by yore lone. Never saw the beat of it. One tenderfoot, some shot up at that. A dozen gunmen on the prod. An' by cripes ! he stood us off two-three hours. He's sure the most eat-'em-alive pilgrim ever drifted Into the San Marcos." "I notice you're not worried about the health of any of the posse. Steel man," the leader of the other faction jeered. "But just so you'll get the record straight I'll tell you that yorei young pardner here killed Brad Sow ers, shot up Pankey so bad he won't live, probably, an' wounded two other members of the poss«. All this whilst he was resistin' arrest, you under stand." "Resistin' arrest vvliat for?" "For aidin' an' abettin' the escape of a murderer wanted by the law." "That's the way you wrop it up. Different here. Tom Fitch was mur dered in cold blood. As for O'Hara here. I'm with him till the cows come home. If he did all you claim he did he's the best fightin' man on the San Marcos an' I'll be proud to ride the river alongside of him." "Here, too," chimed in Quantrell. "Bob is thinkin' of takin' you on for a boss, Steelman," Ingram drawled. "Glad to give him a recommend." "I can speak for myself, Ingram," the boy said. "Far as that goes I don't reckon recommend would - help me much with Mr. Steelman." "Not none." Steelman spoke with emphasis. "An' cornin' down to recom mendations, Ingram, I'll make one right now. Get out. Hit the trail. Or my boys might follow the example you've set an' do some bangin' their own selves." Coolly Ingram looked around. Steve Worrall had come into the room, and at bis heels were Texas Jim and young Curt Steelman. Worral spoke up. "Mr. Steelman does not mean quite that, Dave. Still an' ail, that's good medicine about takin' the road while it's open." "Good of you to have my interests at heart, Steve," the cattle man jeered. "I'll go when I'm ready to go an' there won't be any bangin', either." "Not while I can fan a gun," Quantrell added. "We've come to different forks of the road, me an' Mr. Ingram. But I don't reckon anyone better get on the prod yet, not about today's rookus. He wasn't here during the trouble an' when he came he stayed to fix up tiiese boys." "Well, he's fixed 'em up," Steelman replied roughly. "After his hired men shot 'em. Nothin' more to stay for. I'm part owner here, an' I say he goes." Barbara spoke in a low voice to Ingram. "I think you'd better go." Ingram smiled hardily at her. "I'm coinin' to that same notion myself. Looks like I'm being handed my hat. Adios, Miss Steelman. So long, Wes. See you later." The boss of the Diamond Tail saun tered to the door, spurs jingling as he moved. He passed through the group of cowboys as though they had not been there, superbly indifferent to them. When he reached his horse he swung to the saddle and rode leis urely away beside the man he had left with the two animals. up Doctor Holloway. "Did Doc Manley go to my ranch?" Ingram asked. "Yes, sir. I understand some one has been hurt here, too." "Two wounded men, one of 'em shot up pretty badly." The doctor looked down and saw some men carrying a body on a door. "That one of them?" he asked. "Not that one." Ingram's sardonic "You There was smile flickered for a moment, can't do a tiling for him. necktie party, an' that fellow was the hangee, as you might say." Doctor Holloway was a fat, Jolly little man with a red face. He looked quickly at the cattle man, started to speak, and thought better of it. "Expect I'd better be gettin' along to my patients," he said. "Who are they?" "Couple of pardners of Wes Steel man—the belted earl an' that pilgrim B O'Hara." Holloway was a born gossip. He itched to know just What had taken place, but Dave Ingram was not the man upon whom to push home his curiosity. "Well, I guess I'd better drift on down," he said. "Do," the cattle man agreed. "An' when you're through ride over to the ranch. Doc Manley may need some help. We've got quite a hospital there, too." As the doctor descended- toward the cabin his mind ranged over the situa tion. This was only the beginning, the first battle of a war. There would be lively times on the San Marcos. CHAPTER VI A Trip to Town After the battle at the Cress ranch there was a lull in the Jefferson Coun ty war, as the conflict between the Ingram and the Steelman- forces come to be called in later days. It was all though both sides were waiting to get their breath again. The less danger ously wounded men were afoot within a week. Pankey and Smith-Beresfor;! bung for a few days between life and death, then very slowly began to mend, edging away from the gulf into which they bad almost been plunged. Meanwhile talk swept the country side as a fire does a dry prairie. There were some amazing aspects about the Cress ranch battle. Old-timers found the facts hard to reconcile. That O'Hara had stood up to the blazing guns of Sanderson, Sowers, Deever, and others, had driven these notorious gunmen back out of range, and later had fought off the entire posse for hours could be classed only as a miracle, but a miracle made possible by the coolness, the courage, and the accurate fire of the tenderfoot. In a community where gameness was a matter of course, the one essential quality of anyone not a weakling, Gar rett O'Hara had become set apart as one who had fought his way to fame. The defection of Bob Quantrell from the Ingram faction was another detail that received much comment. Few knew that the callous young desper ado had liked Smith-Beresford from the first, that he admired the courage of both Smith-Beresford and his part ner O'Hara, and that he had signed up with them as a rider in order to protect them as well as he could. "A queer bird, young Quantrell. Eh, what, Garrett?" the Englishman said to his partner one day as he sat in the pleasant sunshine in front of the cabin. His eyes were on the young des perado, who was sitting in front of the bunk house whittling out of wood a horse for little Bennie Ford. Bennie five-year-old of Ford, a young widow who had come to do the cooking at the ranch. He was a favorite of Bob Quantrell's and or dered the boy-gunman about with im plicit confidence. Garrett shook his head. "Too much for me. There lie sits, gay and good natured and full of the milk of human kindness. You feel lie is utterly de pendable and loyal. I'd trust him in any crisis or with any amount of money. I get to thinking of him as just a nice boy—and then that gory record of his jumps to my mind, cold blooded and deliberate killings done without mercy or apparent remorse." "By Jove, you know, sometimes I rub my eyes and wonder if it isn't just a bally dream." "It's real enough, old chap. I dare say you know that when you feel your wound. Better not stay out too long and get tired. I'll trot along and see how they're getting along with the house." "Don't let Matson cut down the size of the fireplace, Old Top. His notion is all bally rot, but he's a stubborn mule." The Circle S O ranch, as the Cress place was now called, had become a hive of industry. Cattle in large bundles had been shifted to the con tiguous range and had to be worked. At all hours of the day and night cow boys drifted to and from the ranch. Just now half a dozen carpenters, im ported from Aurora, were camped In the pasture. They had been engaged to build a new house. Tlie Lodge, as Smith-Beresford called it, was to be a commodious structure, rustic in type. The hewn log walls were already up and the roof on. One of the chief features was to be a large open hall with an Im mense stone fireplace at one end. This hall extended to the roof, but a stair way wound to a second-floor gallery Museum Gets Relic of Days of Ancient Rome The British museum has acquired a fine relic of the days when England garrisoned by the Romans—a dis was charge certificate issued to a Roman auxiliary soldier—over 1,800 years ago. Gemellus the Pannonian, serving in this country in A. D. 122—the year in which Emperor Ha drian crossed the channel to inspect the great wall which bears his name. Only about 100 of these diplomas of discharge are known to exist, and sev alone have been found relating to soldiers who were stationed in Britain. This new acquisition, in a wonderful state of preservation despite its 1,800 of existence, is fur finer than This man, en years the few others in the Bloomsbury col lection. It was found at Oszony (the Roman Brigetti), in Hungary, Gemellus having Forest's Place in Nature It would seem that eventually the world must come back to a second and permanent age of wood for fuel, almost ail construction materials, and The forest is the many other uses, only resource that may be consumed extensively yet not exhausted and it is the only material that can take the place of coal, oil and iron.— Exchange. which extended around three sides of the hall. From this gallery opened the sleeping rooms. Rough slabs and logs had been used Instead of sawn lumber wherever possible. In time the Eng lishman expected to decorate the walls with big game heads, trophies of the chase to be brought down by himself and his partner. He had come to thé West to enjoy himself. If he could make money at the same time that was all to the good, but he did not intend to take business too seriously. O'Hara passed the bunk house and stopped a moment. "Did Mr. Steelman* say anything about that bunch of Bar B Y cows?" he asked Quantrell. "Said he'd .buy at a whack up if he could, but he wouldn't pay any big price. It's a sorry herd, cutbacks most of 'em; The Old Man said he wouldn't look at 'em twice if they weren't here already clutterin' up the range. At that, there's some good cows wearin' the Bar B Y. Ktnda uneven, scrubs an' nice stock mixed You'd be buyin' a bone yard to start with, but they'll take on flesh if they're put on a good range." "More trouble than they're worth, I'd think." "Maybeso." Quantrell showed his prominent teeth in a grin. "Up to you an' the Old Man. I ain't paid to do 'V, i •j» Rupee* Quantrell's Eyes Took on a Far Away Reminiscent Look of Satis faction. the buyin'. My forty per conies to me for forkin' broncs an' being an alleged top hand with cows." "In about an hour I'm ridin' into Concho. Want to go along?" "Sure do." The cowboy got to his feet witii one lithe twist of his body. The two men saddled and dropped down out of the hills. As they rode Quantrell unexpectedly began to talk about himself. He blamed the law for starting him ids troublous career. From his in fancy lie had fought ids own way in the world. His father be had never known and be had lost his mother when be was seven. At the age of eleven lie had been arrested for break ing into a store and stealing a gun. "Didn't have a thing to do with it. Wasn't anywheres near there when it took place, got scared an' traded me the gun. The marshal found I had it an' the prose cutin' attorney wished the burglary me right off. Why not? I was only a kid an' had no parents who could vote, to a reform school. Got me in ids office an' tried to bully me into sayin' I did it. Grabbed me an' shook me. t cut 1dm witii my pocketknife an' lit out leavin' him yelpin' for help. "Two years ago I met that fellow in saloon in El Faso, an' I went right to 1dm an' asked him if lie reinem Didn't know me, of course. I was only a kid cow on But the kid who did it on So be aimed to send me a up bered me. Didn't want to. boy who bad drifted to town outa the barranca, him." Quantrell's eyes took on a far-away reminiscent look of satisfaction, relapsed into silence. (TO BE CONTINUED.) So I kinda reminded He been one of the Pannonian (or Hun garian) auxiliaries who were sent to Britain in accordance with the Roman principle that a conquered country should be garrisoned with troops raised in other lands of the empire. The diploma will be exhibited in the room of the museum devoted to relics of Greek and Roman life, where there are already three other specimens, none of them anything like so well preserved as this one. Two of a Kind Thomas Hardy was once dining with Gen. Sir Redvers Buller of Boer war memory, when the subject arose of social blunders. Buller described what lie called a "double-barreled" one of Ids own, says Mrs. Florence Emily Hardy in "The Later Years of Thomas Hardy." He inquired of a lady next him at dinner who a cer tain gentleman was, "like a hippo potamus," sitting opposite them. He was the lady's husband. Buller was so depressed by the dis aster that had befallen him that he could not get it off his mind. Hence at a dinner the next evening besought the condolences of an elderly lady, to whom lie related his misfortune. Ami remembered when he had told the, story that Ids listener was the gen tleman's mother! His Wife Cuts in With a Coffee Pot Los Angeles.—This being leap year, here's a new way for the girls to -„cut in op a man : Robert . W. Weirick, represented by Attorney Gordon Weller, ob tained a flivorcç from Mildred A. 1 Weirick in Superior Judge Dudley Valentine's court when he testi . fled : I I "I was dancing with a girl ! friend when my wife tried to cut in. When 1 objected she hit me I over the head with a coffee pot." : BLAMES RADIO LOVE FOR SUICIDE HOAX Woman Bares Infatuation for Policeman's Voice. Los Angeles.—How she became in fatuated with the melodious voice of Patrolman Floyd Callings, Los An geles police radio broadcaster, cor responded with him as a widow and then wrote him that she was going to drown herself and her supposed dough ter when she learned he was mar ried, was told by Mrs. Winifred L Woodard. The married forty-three-year-old woman admitted the deception, in tears. She explained she thought her husband would be jealous and con ceived the idea of the suicide story as a means of ending the correspond en ce. When Cullings received her "sui cide letter" he broadcast an appeal to the woman not to take her life or that of her "child" by drowning. Mrs. Woodward is the wife of George L. Woodward, who operates a general store at Boulder Creek near Santa Cruz. "Night after night 1 was attracted Oy the same voice of the broadcaster, which I later learned was that of Mr. Cullings." she said. "It was so deep and manly I at once became infatuated with it. don't know why. I have been happily married foi 2- years. "I guess It was just a case of a woman in the lonely mountains at tracted by something from the outside world." 1 Child 5 Years of Age Has Had 97 Operations Fairmont, W. Va. —Cook hospital's "favorite patient" is five-year-old Frankie, who in two years has under gone 97 operations and been under ether 32 times. Frankie was born with stenosis, or narrowing of the larynx. His mother said that as an infant he was unable to cry aloud, and did not learn to talk until after the series of oper ations started. At the hospital two silver tubes were forced into the child's trachea to enable him to breathe. Weekly di lating is necessary and for the first few months each operation required the administration of an anesthetic. Frankie explained to another child patient who was crying after his sis ter left that he shouldn't cry, and add ed : "I only cry on Saturdays, 'cause that's my operation day." Man Married Ten Times Jailed for Back Alimony Chicago.—Estranged from Ids tenth wife and reported to be wooing an eleventh, Raul Ellis, sixty-five, was sentenced to six months in jail for faillir' to pay alimony to his ninth. "To make it worse," said Attorney Yale Fiscliman, representing Mrs. El lis, No. 9, "many of his 19 children by various marriages are being supported by public charities." Unruly Convicts Forced to Wear Women's Dress , Canon City, Colo.—A new kind of punishment lias been decreed as a means of enforcing discipline at the state penitentiary here. Two prisoners in the ball-and-chain gang were required to wear women's dress for three days as punishment for violation of prison rules. Giant Owl Hits Wires; 58 Towns in Darkness Humansville, Mo.—A huge owl, measuring five feet from wing tip to wing tip. plunged r>8 towns in dark ness in this section. The bird, at tempting to fly between two 33,000-volt electric light lines, shorted the entire circuit. Fiddled While Fire Burned Down Her Home Wendell. Mass.—Mrs. E. S. Hubbard didn't have Nero's evil intent, but she fiddled while her house caught fire. So absorbed was she in playing her violin that a grass fire crept up to the dwelling without her knowing it. The house was destroyed. confectionery store owned by Mary Wilhelm, forty-five. Miss Wilhelm prayed audibly that she be spared from the robbery. T lie two men eyed each other quizzically and hurried Prayer Prevent* Theft Cincinnati.—Two robbers entered a away. Girl Kills Wildcat Los Angeles.—A wildcat was shot and killed in the kitchen of her home by Ethel Raff, of Siskiyou county, ! California, some time ago.