THURSDAY, JAN. 23, 1941
W. N. U
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CHAPTER I—Summoned to the ranch
in central Nevada, desert-wise Wait Gandy
is on his way to help his old range partner,
Bill Hollister. Riding through unfamiliar
country. Walt is stopped short by a girl—
who holds a rifle in firing position. She
knows him. tells him how to get to the
ranch, and tells him that they will meet
again. Walt is allowed to ride on.
CHAPTER II—Within a quarter of a mile
from his destination, Walt is stopped again.
This time by a grotesque, misshapen man
who tells him to get out and then tells him
the CC crew is in Emigrant, the closest
town, for an inquest Someone has been
CHAPTER III—Riding to the inquest in
Emigrant, Wait leaves his horse at the liv
ery stable. Before attending the inquest he
asks a few questions. Cash Cameron, owner
of the ranch, is in trouble. A hard but
honest man. Cash has many enemies.
Gandy’s eye is caught by a roan horse tied
near the doorway. It belongs to the girl
who stopped hnn earlier in the day.
CHAPTER IV—Chino Drake, former cook
at the ranch, has been murdered and
Sheriff Ed Battle is trying to pin the blame
on Cash Cameron. The girl is called to the
stand. She is Helen Cameron. Cash’s daugh
ter She seemingly faints and. as Gandy
rushes to her aid. slips something in his
hand. It is the bullet from Drake’s body.
CHAPTER V—Walt rents a post office box
and leaves the bullet in it. Leaving the
post office he is accosted by a dark, swarthy
man who offers him a job. He draws the
man out. finds that he wants to usurp Cam
eron's public range land. Gandy then turns
him down in biting fashion. The man leaps
at Walt, who whips hipi after a hard battle.
The man is Pete Kelso, foreman of the 77
ranch, an outfit hostile to Cameron.
CHAPTER VI—Gandy is called to the
sheriff’s office, where he meets Hollister
and Sheriff Battle. Hollister, this time, is
really glad to see him. Battle tells Hollis
ter that Cameron is through!
CHAPTER VII—Hollister and Gandy re
turn to the C. There they find Cash
Cameron and Bent Lavic, the crippled man
who stopped Gandy on his previous visit.
Paul Champion, a young cowpuncher, is
with them. Later Gandy meets Horsethief
Fisher, another employee. Walt is still
unable to find the root of difficulties.
Neither Cameron nor Hollister will talk.
Hollister, however, borrows two hundred
dollars from Gandy.
CHAPTER VIII—That evening Walt meets
Helen Cameron in the kitchen. From the
first he has been drawn to her. Then she
tells him that Bill Hollister is one of the
finest men she has ever known. The words,
though he has known her thoughts before,
CHAPTER IX—The bawling of cattle that
night brought Walt out to investigate. He
thinks that bawling is caused by the smell
of blood! Curious, he steps in‘o the saddle
shed. Then the shed door opens slowly. In
the darkness he smells perfume. It is
Helen. Angry, she leaves, but not until she
warns him to forget the C.
CHAPTER X—Walt tells Hollister that he
wants information. Hollister tells him that
Cash Camcron, thought to be worth a for
tune, is Art broke. The murder of Chino
Drake may be his finish. Gandy knows that
any one of three people may be responsible
for Drake's death. He also points out to
Hollister that Ranger Powell, Cameron's
alibi for Drake’s death, has disappeared.
CHAPTER XI—Riding the range Hol
lister and Gandy meet Pete Kelso and two
of his hired men. Hollister wants no gun
play, but in self defense. Gandy is forced to
shoot one of Kelso's men.
(Now go on with the story)
“Walt Gandy, you have got to
leave this ranch. It was a mistake
for you to come. It will be a greater
mistake for you to stay any longer.
You’ve got to go.” Very evenly the
speech was given, but toward the
end a little catch came into that
Leave the ranch. Walt Gandy
turned his head away, looking out of
a window into the fading afternoon.
Did she know what she was ask
ing? He did.
It was not a feeling of the mo
ment, aroused because she was so
plainly in desperate trouble, but one
that had grown steadily since the
first instant of their meeting—he
wanted to be with this girl always
Helen Cameron meant more to him
than anything else in the world.
“But first,” she was saying, “I
want you to give me something. I
want the bullet I passed to you at
the inquest the other day.”
He brought his eyes back, meet
ing the unreadable darkness of hers.
“Not unless you tell me why you
want it,” he stated flatly. “That
bullet is the only thing I know about
“That bullet is the only thing I
know about for certain.”
for certain my key maybe to un
lock a few blind doors.”
“Walt Gandy,” Helen asked, lean
ing toward him across the table top,
“did anyone ever tell you that some
doors should never be opened? I
want that bullet for the best of rea
sons. No, 1 can’t explain. I can’t,
Walt.. But perhaps if you knew one
A look of despair came upon lips
momentarily closed she spread her
hands hopelessly, and then said,
“It’s always true that one lie has to
be covered with another, and an
other. Bill Hollister lied at the
Chino Drake inquest.”
Inside Walt Gandy everything
seemed to stop. He sat like stone.
Steadily Helen went on: “He lied
about being on the south rims that
day the cook was killed. I know,
because I was on the south rims
then myself. Bill wasn't there. Now
will you give me the bullet?”
He shook his head. “I haven’t
“But you can get it for me.'” she
said quickly. “Can’t you?”
“Tomorrow, maybe, in town. I
suppose we’ll be called in for a
hearing over Powell.”
“And then, Walt, you’ll go.” The
girl's voice was all at once surpris
Gandy looked at her. “You'll tell
me nothing, Helen?”
“Only this, there’s going to be no
war on the Emigrant range, no more
killing. I'm working our troubles
“You are!” Then Walt Gandy’s
smile came slowly, the fine lines
crowfooting his bronzed skin. “All
the more reason for me to stick. Do
you think for a minute I'd quit?
Curiosity if nothing else would keep
me hanging around. But I’m in this
as much as anybody. I’m in the
groove, and I’ll see where it leads,
“You mean that?”
Helen Cameron half rose from the
bench, hands on the table edge, and
once more the color was gone from
her face. She dropped back. “You
don’t know what you’re doing! You
can’t! What if you are in it? Go
ahead and throw your life away
and even that wouldn’t stop all this
horror! But I can stop it—and I’m
She’d try, no doubt of that, in
whatever way seemed open. Yet to
Walt Gandy a forced note in this
breathless outburst had too much
the sound of lashing herself into do
ing something almost beyond her
His glance shifted out the win
dow into rapidly graying afternoon.
He avoided her desperate eyes, but
could still hear the overwrought
quickness of her breathing. Abrupt
ly it ceased and then in a darting
look he caught the focus of her gaze
fixed beyond him.
Slowly, Gandy turned, and was
aware that he had been sitting with
his back to the closed hallway door.
In the instant of that discovery he
knew the meaning of the girl’s look.
They were not alone in (his house!
He sprang up. But Helen was
ahead of him in reaching the door.
Backed against it, both hands be
hind her gripping the knob, she con
fronted him cold as steel: “Don’t
Gandy reached in under his coat,
came out with the thirty-eight, and
at sight of it her face blanched.
She choked. “Walt!” came from
lips that were suddenly trembling.
Sharply he said, “I don’t want to
hurt you. But I’m going in.” With
his left arm around her he took the
two small fists in his one. She
“I’m sorry,” said Gandy. “Things
like this have gone far enough. I’m
going to see who is in there—who
has been listening to my talk!”
He had the girl at one side of the
casement now, released her abrupt
ly, grabbed the knob and flung the
door inward. In the same move he
thumbed back the gun hammer.
The door banged hollowly. Noth
ing sounded after that. For a sec
ond Gandy waited, then stepped
from the kitchen into a dim part of
the house where he had not been
CAMERON had built early
on Emigrant Bench, and he
had put up a house with the thick
log walls and deep windows of a
fort. The kitchen wing with storage
shed and foreman’s quarters had
been added later. That was mod
ern of mill-sawed boards, battened
on the outside, painted white with
in. But as Walt Gandy passed from
Ijhe kitchen, through a short hallway
into the great front living-room, it
was like stepping back half a hun
dred years. For this main part had
kept the look of Cameron s pioneer
By the glint of rifle barrels he
made out a gun rack near the fire
place. Dark outlines of chairs
showed against the plastered wall.
A Navajo rug woven in an old four
corners-of-the-earth pattern made a
long gray patch upon the floor. Oth
er pieces of furniture were no more
than vague forms, grouped mostly
around the chimney end.
From the moment of entering here
Gandy’s eyes had been pulled re
peatedly to the fireplace maw. Now
he stood squinting at the black
square until suddenly his nose
brought definite knowledge before
sight registered what he was squint
ing at. The red eye of a cigarette
stub glowed in the fireplace ash.
Lavic? Had he circled from the
junk shacks and come in by tht
ront entrance? But Gandy had
vatehjed from the window,, and nq
one had crossed the open front
clearing. Besides that, Lavic
wouldn’t matter he was deaf.
His soundless movement carried
him on to a door which must lead
into the family wing of the house.
By this time he knew the front room
was empty. He paused.
“Walt! Listen to me!” Appealing
hands gripped his right arm. Whis
pering, Helen begged: “Don’t! You
can’t help. I’m working this out,
everything! You must not go any
But Gandy shook his head. He
freed his arm from her tightening
The door gave more easily than
he expected, as if it had been closed
not quite far enough for the latch to
click into place. It opened wide at
his touch, and before him was a
small plain cubicle with a desk, a
chair, and a cot Cash Cameron’s
office, disordered, empty.
Immediately on his right was a
door leading to the inner court
formed by the house wings. Gandy
sprang across to it, found it un
locked. Whoever had been here was
But there was still another pas
sage ahead. He moved rapidly along
this, seeing a bedroom on the left
of it, and then the last room of the
family wing at the end.
Helen Cameron was no longer be
hind him. In her father’s office she
had turned back. Walt stopped, for
the door was open, and he stood
motionless, brought up short on the
threshold of the girl’s own four
walls. It was a large, airy place,
with windows on three sides, cur
tained, a fleece rug on the floor, in
timate with her things that revealed
unguardedly the girl who lived here.
Horsethief Fisher’s voice blared
suddenly outside. Gandy jumped
back along the passage. By the
time he had reached the kitchen the
old bronc rider and Paul Champion
had tramped in. Helen was putting
plates on the dining-room table.
“Man an’ child!” Horsethief burst
out. “Give us grub!”
He hung his battered black hat on
its own particular wall peg and
reached under the sink for the wash
“Say, Miss Helen” he called.
“Someone leave here just now? Paul
he was ahead of me coming along
the north pasture and thought a rid
er took off southwest.”
From his position, entering the
kitchen from the living-room, Walt
Gandy could not see the girl. Wheth
er she signaled Fisher or not, he
Without pause nor change in his
conversational tone, Horsethief fin
ished, “But the kid he gets ideas
sometimes. I guess he didn’t see
In another step Gandy could look
at Helen Cameron. She was mo
tionless beside the long ranch table,
a dish in her hands. “Walt,” she
said quickly, “I haven’t told them.
He nodded and went to the wash
bench where Fisher and young
Champion were bent over, dissolv
ing gray dust from their faces. “We
found Ranger Powell this after
noon,” he said. “Been dead some
Two dripping faces turned. Horse
thief Fisher looked up, made no re
ply, bent again and went on wash
ing the back of his neck.
Paul Champion stood up full
height and opened his mouth.
“Jeez,” he said, drawing it out.
“Where’s the boss?”
“Cameron won’t be around for
aw'hile,” Gandy told him. “Hollister
will be back some time tonight.
Horsethief, after we eat I’m coming
down to your bunk house. Wait
there, will you?”
Fisher and Paul Champion were
in the middle of the bunk room, near
an iron barrel stove that had no
fire. A single oil lamp gave dim
So savagely was he gripped in
the urge to smash through any more
barriers and evasions, that Gandy.’s
stride carried him on close to Horse
thief Fisher, and before the bronc
rider had gathered what was hap
pening, an elbow was hooked around
his neck, and a hard fist was push
ing against his nose.
“If you don’t open up and talk to
me,” said Gandy, “I’m going to
crack your skull and see what’s in
it!” Then he grinned, dropping his
arms. “Horsethief, for Lord’s sake
let’s go at this thing fifty-fifty!
“I think you’re the only man on
the that has nothing to hide.
I’ve listened to a lot of talk that tells
nothing now I want to hear some
without a joker in it. What do you
Horsethief Fisher stared, blinking
sun-squinted eyes. Then the round
face wrinkled with good humor.
It lasted but a moment. Sober
ing, he said, “You’re right, Gandy.
Plenty of side-mouth talkin’. Nothin’
He wiped an open hand downward
over his face as if to iron off the
wrinkles a slow movement, consid
ering Walt Gandy during the proc
ess. “I’ve been afigurin’ on you,”
he admitted. “Maybe you’re the
man I been lookin’ for. Hollister,
well, something’s happened to Bill
lately. Cash he’s kept away from
gun-fightin’ too long. And Miss Hel
en shucks, I don’t know, she’s all
balled up somehow.”
Gandy propped himself against a
post supporting double bunks and
took papers and tobacco from the
side pocket of his coat.
“Paul,” he asked, turning to the
boy whose ears were visibly stick
ing out, “rustle some wood and build
us a fire, will you?”
As young Champion went out he
took his belt and big forty-five from
a nail next the door.
“Now then, Horsethief,” said Gan
dy, “tell me who rode off when you
came back to the place tonight. I
know it’s true, because somebody
was at the house before I got there.
Who was it?”
“Man,” Fisher declared, “I don’t
know but I sure wish I did!”
His squinted blue eyes shone with
honest eagcrnc s. “I do.” he ex
plainer,. “becau’ e 11' rin’
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myself that K was time thi2
game of guesswork ai 1 see just
who had stacked the is! I owe
Cash Cameron a debt u I’d like
to pay back by fightin’ for the C.
But where do a fellow be wn? When
the cook was found dead I had my
hunch. But now w. I Pow
ell .” He raised hard hands and
let them fall.
“Make a guess. Gani'v urged.
“About tonight, I me in T.ho could
have been there in the iJLse while
the rest of us were a and who
might have been k off across
the bench when you came in?”
Horsethief shook bald head.
“I didn’t see. It v s Paul who
caught sight of someone on a smoky
blue, thought he did anyway. But
the only man that rides a smoky
blue in these parts, couldn’t have
been on the C. Leastwise he’d be
a fool if he did come sneakin’
“Who’d that be, Fisher?” Gandy
In the act of rolling a cigarette,
Walt Gandy’s fingers stopped move
ment, and his brown eyes lifted for
a long studying look at the man be
fore him. “Stoddard. Owner of the
Horsethief Fisher nodded. “Only
one I know of ridin’ such an animal.
But Stoddard ain’t set foot on the
place since Bent Lavic began takin’
pot-shots at him two year ago.
Leastwise, I always figured it was
Lavic. And now with Cameron and
Stoddard on the peck over winter
range in the sink, it don’t seem no
way sensible that Jeff should show
He looked along the bunk at Fish
er, who had backed against the edge
and sat down. “What was Bent
Lavic shooting at Stoddard for?”
“Judas, I don’t know! Except that
the old fellow is nuts. Hasn’t Hol
lister told you about him?”
“Some. Lavic aimed to be king
cowman here, and isn’t, and seems
to hold it against Cameron. That
“Hates Cameron.” said Fisher
flatly. “Hates Hollister, too. I’ve
seen it the last couple of months.
Man, I wouldn’t trust that old roos
ter the other side of a fence, lest I
could watch him!
“But then, there’s Helen. Bet he
burns candles to that girl like a fel
low does in church to one of his
saints! He sure worships the kid. So
when Jeff Stoddard took it into his
noodle to come courtin’ a couple of
year ago, I figure it was Lavic who
used to singe his ears with a rifle
bullet quite too frequent when night
time came and Stoddard started
Silent for a moment, Walt Gandy
rolled the paper ball in tightening
fingers. Then he looked down and
met Fisher’s gaze.
“Helen in love with Stoddard, was
“Naw, school-k:d stuff,” the man
declared. “She was nineteen. Stod
dard must have been thirty-five.
Cash, he didn’t like it so much, and
the thing was ended.”
Walt Gandy said nothing. He stood
motionless, leaning with a shoulder
braced against the bunk support,
but with a body gone all at once cold
from more than the chilled air of
the room.” For it was plain to him
now who had been in the house with
Helen this afternoon.
(To be continued)
Mrs. Burt Shields of Greensburg,
Indiana was Thursday dinner guest
of Mrs. T. W. Desenberg.
Mrs. T. J. Ludwig entertained the
country club Wednesday. Eleven
members were present, Mrs. John
Lyle was a guest.
Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Patton and
son of Findlay were Thursday even
ing visitors of Mr. and Mrs. D. A.
Visitors at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Doit Hall Thursday were Mr.
and Mrs. George Vorhees of Lima
Mr. and Mrs. J. V. Vorhees, and Mrs.
Wm. (Bud) Vorhees has returned
to work after spending a week with
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. V.
Mr. and Mrs. E. N. Holmes of
Cleveland were Thursday guests of
Mr. and Mrs. T. W. Desenberg.
Miss Lillian Desenberg returned
Sunday from a visit with friends at
Saturday evening guests of Mr.
and Mrs. Clarence Hall were Mr.
and Mrs. Herschel Snyder, Mr. and
Mrs. Elza Heiser, Mr. and Mrs.
Walter Oberdier and Mr. and Mrs.
Mr. and Mrs. John Barges of Lima
were Sunday guests of Mrs. Louisa
Mr. and Mrs. J. F. McCague and
Mr. and Mrs. Claire McElwaine and
daughter were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Dorance Thompson.
Wednesday evening the teachers
had a party for Mrs. Silas Diller at
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Mr. and Mrs. J. O. Cupp spent
Thursday and Friday with Mr. and
Mrs. Delmar Smith and family at
William Cupp was a Saturday
evening guest of his sister, Beatrice
a student nurse in Toledo hospital.
Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Marshall and
son Robert and Mes. M. R. Bixel of
Bluffton made a business trip to
Toledo last Saturday.
William Cupp and Lloyd Cook are
among those who have been called to
army training and will report for
duty in Toledo, Thursday.
Mesdames Francis and Orlo Mar
shall attended a postponed meeting
of the Advance Club of Pandora in
the home of Mrs. Grace Cox in
Bluffton, Saturday evening.
Supt. I. C. Paul of the Beaverdam
schools and a group of his teachers,
Messrs. W. H. Crider and Wilber
Byerly and the Misses Magdalene
Bixel. and Mabel Hesser attended
services at the Presbyterian church
Herbert Marshall Jr., a senior in
Farm Management at Ohio State
University was a week end guest of
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. H. B.
W. E. .Marshall and Glen May
berry attended a meeting for town
ship trustees of Allen county held
at the court house in Lima last
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp, sons
William and Richard and daughter
Margery were Friday evening sup
per guests of Mr. and Mrs. D. C.
Mr. and Mrs. Orlo .Marshall were
entertained at dinner Sunday in the
Risser home near Pandora, Sunday.
Other guests were the Misses Chris
tina, Phoebe, Emma and Clara Bas
inger, Mr. Edwin Basinger and Mr.
Otis McBride and sons Halton and
John of Lima.
Several f(om here are planning to
attend the annual business meeting
of Lima Presbytery and Ptesbyterial
to be held in the Market Streei
church in Lima next Monday.
Mrs. W. E. Marshall spent Thurs
day in the home of her brother
Harrison Bassett in Bath township,
.Mrs. Stewart Berryhill who has
been in Lima for more than a week
with serious ear trouble is slightly
improved at this writing.
Mrs. Mary Sylvester spent the
past week with her mother, Mrs.
Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph Larsen and
three children of Barbersville. Ky.,
spent Saturday with Mr. and Mrs.
Mrs. Marion Hixon spent Friday
with Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bogart in
Mrs. Roy Clemens has been bedfast
the past week with the flu.
Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Begg enter
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their home last Wednesday evening
in honor of William Cupp who leaves
Thursday for camp. Those present
were: William and Richard Cupp,
Pearl Kieffer, Ralph Marshall, Do
lores. and Homer Bowers, Zerrene
and Morris Kidd, Rebecca Marshall,
Nancy Mayberry, Rev. and Mrs. C.
A. Armentrout, Miss Edythe Cupp,
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Brooks, Earnest,
Mary and Virgil Basinger, Wanda
Martz, Dale Fruchey, Jack Mamborg,
John Rower, Alice and Ray Riggen
Evangelistic services at the Evan
gelical chuich have been postponed
for at least one week, on account of
the flu epidemic.
Rev. E. I. Obee was one of the
speakers at a missionary rally of the
Ohio Eldership of the Churches of
God. Services were held Sunday
afternoon and evening at the First
Church of God, in Findlay. His
subject was Missions in Japan.
Mr.-,. Esther Nusbaum of Findlay
Mrs. Mary Hoch of Rawson and
Mrs. J. O. Kinstle and daughter were
Lima shoppers Tuesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe Blakesley of
Bluffton Mr. and Mrs. John Myers,
of Findlay, spent Sunday afternoon
with Mr. and Mrs. J. S. Baker and
Mrs. Earl Guin and Miss Gertrude
Stratton called on Mrs. Mary Bolick
last Tuesday afternoon.
Minor Bolick has returned to work
in Findlay after a two weeks’ visit
with his mother, Mrs. Mary Bolick.
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Nonnamaker
and daughter Norma of Lafayette
Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Nonnamaker
of Lima, were recent guests of Mr.
and Mrs. W. A. Nonnamaker and
Mr. and and Mrs. John McVetta and
sn Johnie Bill.
Miss Susanne Wooley was a Fri
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1‘aul and Harold. John Myers of
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Thelma and Ruth and Mrs. Larena
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son Tommy were Sunday evening
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