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THURSDAY, JUNE 19, 1941 erne SMOKY WNU.5ER.VICE (Continued from last week) Bill glanced at Shoshone to make sure that the man was at his el bow then, his gun out, he flung wide the door. The slab door re sisted, w’edged in the ice of the sill then shuddered open with a noisy violence. Roper stepped in with a sidewise step that at once made room for Shoshone and brought Roper within the wall, clear of a possible shot from behind him in the dark. “Don’t anybody move!” The uncertain and flickering light of the little fire seemed to fill the room with ample light, compared to the heavy darkness without. A man who sat upon a keg by the fire sprang up, his clawed hand reaching out to a gunbelt that lay upon the crude table but the reach ing hand rose empty in a continuous motion as the man put up his hand. Three crude bunks ranged along the rear wall. From the first of these, the one nearest the fire, a man came out with his hands up one of his arms was heavily bandaged, and its upward motion carried its sling with it. Now Shoshone, whose heel had kicked the door shut behind him as he came in, made a headlong dive into the second of the three bunks. In that instant the thing happened that Roper most dreaded, so that in a single split fraction of a second their chances were irrevocably hurt. As Shoshone Wilce sprang, a gun smashed out from within the shad owy bunk. The blast of its explo sion was magnified in the close quar ters, leaving the ears ringing in the instant of stunned silence that fol lowed. The barrel of Shoshone’s .45 had crashed upon the skull of the man in the bunk almost in the same in stant that the shot was fired. A lean hand, gripping a six-gun, dropped out over the side of the bunk, relaxed slowly, and the six gun slid to the floor from long, dan gling fingers. Shoshone Wilce held absolutely motionless for a moment, half crouched, then straightened slowly. “Shoshone—you hit?” “It’s only—” Shoshone began. His face was ghastly and his voice qua vered but when he had fully straightened it steadied again into the same dead flatness as before. “It’s only—a kind of scratch along the ribs. I’m all right.” “Jody! Jody, is it you?” Jody Gordon had been curled up in the corner of deepest shadows. She stood up now, white-faced, her movements uncertain. Then sud denly the firelight caught the glint of the instant tears which over brimmed her eyes. “Bill! I thought they’d kill you!” She flung her arms about his neck and with the swift impulse of a child, kissed his mouth. The man nearest the table made a sidelong movement toward the bol stered gun that lay there Bill Roper smashed a shot into the wall beside him, and the man jerked backward. “Shoshone, can you ride?” There was a curious strain in the flatness of Shoshone’s voice. “I’m okay, I tell you.” Bill Roper caught up a sheepskin coat with his free hand, and flung it ovelr Jody’s shoulders. “Get gone!” he snapped. “Shoot free the ponies’ tie-ropes, and ride like hell! Here—take this!” He thrust the gun belt from the table into Jody’s un ready hands. “I’ll see you—where I said.” “Bill,” said Shoshone, “if it’s the same to you, I’d rather hold them here while you ride with her.” “Get gorie, I said! You—” “Bill, I tell you, I—” Bill Roper bellowed at him, “You want to die?” “Okay,” Shoshone said, in that same strained, lifeless tone. He seized Jody’s wrist, tore open the door with the hand that still held his gun, and was gene into the dark. When they were gone Bill Roper stood listening. Outside two shots rang, a moment apart, as Shoshone shot the tied ponies free then sound ed a swift crackle of the ice crust under their hoofs as two horses gal loped down-valley, and Roper knew that Shoshone and Jody Gordon were on their way. Bill Roper estimated that he had a few seconds left. Unhurriedly, al most leisurely, he picked Up the gun dropped by the man in ^he bunk, and thrust it in his own belt. After that he collected three or four other weapons in a brief search that seemed perfunctory, yet was effec tive because of his own practiced knowledge of where a range rider is apt to put his gun. Thpse he kicked into a little heap beside the door, so that he would know where they were. The man with the wounded arm spoke thickly. “You’ll never get out of here alive,” he told Roper. “I wouldn’t worry about that, was I you,” Roper said. He slammed another harmless shot over the speaker’s head, interestingly close to the man’s scalp. He needed a continued sound of action at the cabin to draw the outposts in, so that Shoshone and Jody Gordon would have their chance to get clear. After that a full minute passed and stretched to a minute and a half. Evidently the outposts had been farther away from the cabin than Shoshone had calculated but Roper heard none of them fire. He thought, “If I can keep them in terested just ten minutes more—” Now a furiously ridden horse was coming up. Roper flattened him self against the wall beside the open door, and waited until he heard the Lemay man urop from his pony just out side. He stepped to the door, fired once and a man crashed face down ward upon the door sill itself to lie utterly motionless. With his boot Roper pushed the inert heap off the door sill, so that the door might be closed at need. Because there were only two more shots in his gun, he picked up one of the weapons he had collected, and checked its loading. “I’d stand real still if I was you,” he warned the two who stood with their hands up. He fired one more shot between them, for purposes of general discipline. “I ought to kill you maybe I will in a minute— haven’t decided yet.” Now another horse was coming in fast in another second or two it “I’d stand real still if I was you. would string into view around the corner of the cabin. Roper cast a quick glance to see that his captives were where he thought they were. They had not moved. He dropped to one knee beside the door and fired twice quickly as a shape, dark on dark ness, whirled around the corner of the cabin. That was all—the end of the one man war he had started to cover the retreat of Shoshone. He never remembered the shock of the blow that downed him. All conscious ness ended at once, as sharply as if cut off with a knife. He never knew which of the two men behind him sprang forward to smash him down but he knew as soon as he knew anything at all, that a long time had passed—more time than he could afford to lose. CHAPTER XXI Nobody but an old range rider could have located in the dark the brush corral where Shoshone Wilce and Jody Gordon were supposed to wait for Bill Roper. What would have been a simple problem by day light, in darkness became a test of scouting ability and cowman’s in stinct. Yet somehow, by the throw of the land, and by his deep knowl edge of the habits of thought of cow men, Shoshone Wilce nosed out that circular corral of brush, in a dark ness so thick that he was uncertain he had found the landmark until he had touched it with his hands. A faint line of grey was already appearing on the rim of the world, and a whisky-jack was calling rauc ously somewhere in the scrub pine. “It’s almost daylight already,” Jody Gordon said, fear in her voice. “If he doesn’t come soon—if he doesn’t come—” She broke off, unable to go on. “Half an hour,” Shoshone Wilce haid. “We’ll wait hail an hour.” “And then—?” “We’ve got to go on.” “I can’t! Not if he doesn’t come. We’ll have to go back. We’ll have to try—” “He said go on. We have to do like he said.” Shoshone’s voice dropped to a curious fierce whisper. “Whatever happens—you remember that! You have to go on!” They waited then, while five min utes passed. Shoshone Wilce kept his pony moving slowly up and down to prevent its stiffening up by too rapid a cooling after its run, and Jody followed hi? example. “Listen here,” Shoshone Wilce said at last. He dropped his voice, and sat motionless. For a moment or two there was no sound there except the rhythmic breathing of the hard-run ponies. “I want to tell you something,” Shoshone resumed, his voice low, husky, and strangely unsteady. “It looks like I run away and left you when your pony was shot down. I see now it looks like that. But I want you to know I didn’t go to do nothing like that, Miss Gordon.” “I know,” she said, “it was the only—” “I shouldn’t have done it,” Sho shone said. “I wouldn’t do it if I was doing it again. I figured I’d be more use to you if I could keep my horse on its feet. I figured I could best handle it like an Indian would— pick ’em off one at a time, and make sure. But I’d do different if I had it to do again.” “What else could you have possi bly done? There wasn’t any chance for anything else.” “I should havg stood and fought,” Shoshone said. “Like he would have done.” “It was better this way,” Pody told him. “Don’t you worry about it, Shoshone.” Shoshone said vaguely, “I want you to tell him about it. I want you to tell him I’d do different if I had it to do again.” “Why don’t you tell him your self?” “Maybe I will. But if anything comes up—so’s I don’t get the chance—” “Of course I’ll tell him.” They fell silent, and after that a long time passed. Shoshone stopped walking his horse, and sat perfectly motionless close to the wall of the brush corral. The grey light in creased, while they waited for what seemed an interminable time. It seemed to Jody that in a few minutes more they would have to admit that daylight was upon them it seemed to her that an hour, two hours, had passed, instead of the half hour which Shoshone had de cided they could wait. But still Bill Roper did not come. “Do you suppose he could have ridden past?” Jody asked. “No,” Shoshone said, very low in his throat. When she could stand the suspense no more, Jody Gordon dismounted the inaction and the cold was stiff ening her in the saddle, and now she led her pony while she stamped and swung her arms. She thought, “I’ll lead my pony five times around the outside of the corral. He’ll be here by then he must be here by then.” She wondered, as she slowly led her pony around the circle marked by the walls of brush, what she would do if Roper did not come—if he never came. Perhaps go on? Perhaps go back Jody Gordon was fighting back an overwhelming, impossible panic. She knew the cool, hard sufficiency of the men against whom Roper had pitted himself. From the standpoint of her father, who had turned against him, she knew the unassuageable bitterness, the vast sinister' male volence which Roper had raised against himself by the miracles of the Texas Rustlers’ War. If he were caught now in the grip of that malev olence— It took all her will power to restrain herself from breaking into a run, or from mounting her pony and racing him—where? Any place, if only her high-strung nerves could find expres sion in action. But she forced her self to lead her pony slowly, meas uring her strides while the daylight increased. Then, as she completed the cir cuit of the corral, and came again to where Shoshone’s pony stood, she saw that Shoshone Wilce no longer sat the saddle. At first she thought that he had tied his pony and walked away but as she came nearer she saw that the little man was down in the snow, huddled against the rough brush of the corral barrier. Jody sprang forward, calling out his name. She sprang forward, calling out his name, and there was a meaning less, nightmarish quarter of a min ute while her pony reared backward from the sudden jerk upon its bridle and had to be quieted before she could advance again. “Shoshone! What’s the matter? Are you—are you—?” Shoshone’s eyes were half open he was not asleep, but he did not answer. And now as she dropped to her knees beside him in the snow she saw that a bright trickle of red had traced a line from the corner of his mouth, crookedly across his chin. “Shoshone In the ugly panic that swept her it was many seconds before she could fully comprehend that Sho shone Wilce was dead. CHAPTER XXII We’re making a big mistake, not to hang him and be done with it,” Red Kane said. They were two days from Fork Creek now. This long and narrow room, which Jim Leathers paced so restlessly, was the kitchen of the main house at Walk Lasham’s south west camp—a convenient stop-over on the way to Sundance, where Rop er was to be turned over to Ben Thorpe. “The quicker we hang him, the better we’ll be off,” Red Kane said again. Wearily, doggedly, Jim Leathers rolled a cigarette. He took his time about replying. “Seems like you al ready said that once before.” “I’m liable to keep on saying it,” Red Kane told him. “Things is dif ferent now.” In the doorway, behind the two men who watched Bill Roper, a girl now appeared, a slim, full-breasted girl, whose dark, slanting eyes had sometimes troubled Bill Roper be fore now. He had not been surprised to find Marquita here in Walk Lasham’s southwest cow camp, to which his captors had brought him. He had guessed, when he had last talked to her in Miles City, that she was Walk Lasham’s girl and in spite of her expressed eagerness to leave Lash am and ride with Roper, he real ized that Marquita still had to live in some way. Girls of her stamp could not af ford to throw down such a man as Lasham, until more interesting op portunities offered. Her face was impassive now, but one of the slanting dark eyes nar rowed in a definite signal to Roper. The combination of Spanish and In dian blood in this girl from the Texas border gave her a lithe, lazy grace, and a haunting depth of dark eyes and the same blood made her un accountable—sometimes stoic and smouldering, sometimes livened by the lightning flashes of an inner fire. Undoubtedly she was capable of a passionate devotion, and an equally passionate cruelty. Anything could happen in a situation which included Marquita—with Marquita in love. For a moment Bill Roper resented the fact that he couldn’t be interest ed ia any gill except Jody Gordon— THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO a girl who didn’t want him or need him. All the worst aspects of his own situation were apparent to him. then. He was an outlaw wanted the length of the Trail probably would be an outlaw all the rest of his life, which gave every promise of being a short one. That even Marquita wanted him, or had any use for him, was a gift which he should have been glad to accept. What he had to think of now’, though, was that Marquita was extremely likely to precipitate a lot of imme diate disturbance. Troubled, he wished to shake his head, or in some other way caution her that she must make no attempt to interfere. Roper had no inten tion of ever coming into the hands of Ben Thorpe alive. Somewhere between this place and Sundance, where Thorpe waited,he would make his play, however slim the chance. Yet he would rather take his chances with some unforeseen op portunity later, when they were again on the trail, than to be plunged into some helpfully intended situa tion which the girl might devise— with danger to herself and question able advantage to him. She had never brought him any luck. He was unable, however, with the eyes of his two enemies upon him, to signal her in any way. “Ben wanted him alive, if I could get him,” Jim Leathers said stub bornly. “Well, I got him alive, and I aim to keep him that way. You bums ain’t going to talk me into anything different just because you figure a dead man is easier to pack.” Bill Roper listened sardonically. In the two days spent in traveling from Fork Creek rendezvous, the scalp wound which had brought him down had nearly healed but when he laced his fingers behind his head he winced and dropped his hands again. It was typical of the quality of his captors that his hands were not tied or manacled. They told him where to sit and they made him stay put, and they were careful that no op portunity wras given him to snatch a gun from an unwary holster but these were merely the routine pre cautions of sensible men. For these riders were the picked gunfighters of Ben Thorpe’s scores of outfits. They did not fear Roper, would not have feared him had he been armed. Bill Roper had no doubt that Red Kane and perhaps one or two of the others would kill a doomed pris oner for no more reason than Jim Leathers had suggested. The Lasham camp had been boil ing with news as Jim Leathers’ men had ridden in at dusk with their prisoner. Much had happened on the range while Leathers had waited out Bill Roper at the Fork Creek camp. The news that had reached Lasham’s southwest camp was bro ken, and seemed to have been little understood by the men who had brought it but Roper, with his in side knowledge of the force he had turned loose against Lasham, could piece together its meaning well enough. Lasham’s southwest out post, with its big herds of picked cattle wintering in this deepest and richest of the Montana grass, had been more powerfully manned than any other Lasham camp. But twice in the past week frantic calls for reinforcements from the outfits to the east had drained most of this man power away—first five picked gunfighters, then a dozen cowboys more, until only five men had been left. The messengers who had killed their ponies to come for help had brought the camp a fragmentary story which gave Roper the deep est satisfaction. In their tales of incredible losses, of raiders w’ho struck night after night at far separated points, driv ing cattle unheard-of distances to disappear weirdly in the northern wastes, Roper read the success of his Great RaicL. (To be continued) No ‘Soundproof Room’ Acoustical scientists report it’s im possible to construct a soundproof room in which a sensitive meter would register zero. For one thing, the earth’s own vibrations would register from five to ten decibels and when a person entered such a room, just the life pulsations of his body would lift the meter five deci bels more—and that’s about the min imum that can be achieved. FIRST IN SALES because it’s FIRST IN DESIGN among all low-priced trucks FIRST IN POWER (WITH "LOAD-MASTER” ENGINE) among all. low-priced trucks FIRST IN FEATURES among all low-priced trucks FIRST IN STEERING EASE among all low-priced trucks FIRST IN VALUE among all low-priced trucks N0T1CE TO CONTRACTORS STATE OF OHIO DEPARTMENT OF HIGHWAYS THE POCKETBOOK of KNOWLEDGE INCE TWE \URl6WT BROTHERS'TIME, U-6- INDUSTRY HAS BUILT 60.000 PLANES OF ALL 51----- PRESENT DEFENSE THE 1___ CALLS FOR ¥0,000 WiTHlN Zg MONTHS! I W7XANP CEWfMT 7 14 SO CAULK? BECAUSE or ns Similarity -ro POftTLANP STONE (tr VMS VN&iTEP y BT AN EN6USN Columbus. Ohio. June 16. 1941 Engineer of Sales Legal Copy No. 41 121. UNIT PRICE CONTRACT Sealed proposals will be received at the office of the State Highway Director of Ohio, at Columbus. Ohio, until ten o’clock A. M., Eastern Standard Time. Tuesday, July 8, 1941, for improvements in: Proposals Nos. 1 to 12 inclusive are offered as one project and will be awarded as one contract. PROPOSAL NO. 1 Putnam County. Ohio, on Section G, and of the Kalida-Lima Road, State Highway No. 134, State Route No. 115, in Palmer, Greensburg and Union Townships, by apply ing a bituminous treatment, Item T-31. Pavement: W’idth 18 feet. Length 38,810 feet or 7.35 miles. PROPOSAL NO 2 Putnam County, Ohio, on Sections G. H, Kalida and Cloverdale of the Baldwin-Man dale-Kalida Road, State Highway No. 517, State Route 114, in the Villages of Kalida and Cloverdale and Perry Jackson and Union Townships, by applying a bituminous treat ment, Item T-31. Pavement: Width 16 feet. Length 44,616 feet. Width 18 feet. Length 5,020 feet. Total length 49,636 feet or 9.40 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 3 Putnam County. Ohio, on Section E of the Kalida-Lima Road, State Highway No. 134, State Route No. 115, in Sugar Creek Town ship, by applying a bituminous treatment, Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet Length 7.128 feet or 1.35 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 4 .Mien County. Ohio, on Section of the Kalida-Lima Road, State Highway No. 134, State Route No. 115, in Sugar Creek Town ship. by applying a bituminous treatment, Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet. Length 10.560 feet or 2.00 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 5 Allen County, Ohio, on Sections and Spencerville of the Van Wert-Spencerville Road. State Highway No. 135, State Route I No. 117 in the Village of Spencerville and Spencer Township, by applying a bituminous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 20.5 feet. Length 10 613 feet. Width 18 feet. Length 3.802 feet. Total length 14,415 feet or 2.73 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 6 Van Wert County, Ohio, on Section of the Van Wert-Spencerville Road. State High way No. 135, State Route No. 117, and Sec tion N of the Mercer.Northeastern Road. State Highway No. 531, State Route No. 117, in Jennings Township, by applying a bitum inous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 20.05 feet. Length 5.270 Wiuui 16 feet, Length 7,920 feet. Total length 13.190 feet or 2.50 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 7 Van Wert County, Ohio, on Section of the St. Marys-Ft. Wayne Road, State High way No. 173. U. S. Route No. 33. in Will shire Township, bj applying a bituminous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet. Length 13.570 feet or 2.57 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 8 Van Wert County. Ohio, on Sections Ff. and bf the Ft. Recovery-Willshire-North Road. State Highway No. 263, in Willshire and Harrison Townships, and part of Sec tion Willshire and part of Section A of the Wilb-hire-Lima Road, State Highway No. 875, in the Village of Willshire and Willshire Township. State Route No. 49 81, by ap plying a bituminous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 20 feet, Length 2.131 feet. Width 18 feet. Length 35.636 feet Total length 37,767 feet or 7.15 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 9 Van Wert County. Ohio, on part of Sec tion I of the Payne-Hicksvilie-Southern Road. State Highway No. 427, State Route No. 49, in Harrison Township, by applying bitumin ous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet. Length 18,480 feet or 3.50 miles. PROPOSAL NO. 10 Van Wert County, Ohio, on part of Section and part of Section of the Van Wert Spencerville Road. State Highway No. 135, I A MONUMENT-to A aw— ERECTEP IN ME»ORy OF sesjs PieTFfw prospect a V70RLPS CHAMPION IN MONTHS SINCE 5we PRESENT PtfENSE PROGRAM S66AN, AMERICAN INPUSTRyS OUTPUT INCREASEP 24 the largest increase w physical output an? SIMILAR PERIOD IN QUR HISTO/ty. 5’UE U 5. WITM ONLY 6 OF THE WORLD'S POPULATION VIAS NEARLY I9.SOO.OOO 'TELEPHONES. OR ABOUT HALF THE WORLD TOTAL-----------93 OX AU PHONES IN EXISTENCE CAN BE REACHES? EROM ONE IN THIS COUNTRy/ ______ State Route No. 116, in Ridge Townshi by applying a bituminous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet. Length 21.120 feet or 4:00 miles. PROPOSAL NO 11 Van Wert County. Ohio, on part of Section of the Lima-Delphos-Western Road. State Highway No. 127. State Route No. 697, in Washington Township, by applying a bitum inous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 18 feet. Length 2,482 feet or 0.47 mile. PROPOSAL NO. 12 Van Wert County, Ohio, on Section of the Van Wert-S|»encerville Road State High way No. 135. State Route No. 116. in Jen nings Township, by applying a bituminous treatment. Item T-31. Pavement: Width 14 feet. Length 10.600 feet or 2.00 miles. Total estimated cost ...................... 183.812.55 Proposals Nos. 1 to 12 inclusive of this project to be completed not later than Sep tember 1, 1941. The minimum wage to be paid to all labor employed on this contract shall be in accord ance with the "Schedule of Prevailing Hourly Wage Rates Ascertained and Determined by The Department of Industrial Relations ap plicable to State Highway Department Im provements in accordance with Sections 17-3. 17-4, 17-4a. 17-5 and 17-5a of the General Code of Ohio." The bidder must submit with his bid a certified check in an amount equal to five per cent of the estimated cost, but in no event more than ten thousand dollars. in the of the Plans and specifications are on file department of highways and the office resident deputy director. The director reserves the right to any and all bids. 9 STEINER CHEVROLET SALES Bluffton, Ohio reject H. G. SOURS, State Highway Director NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT The State of Ohio Allen County. s«. Estate of Noah M. Neuenschwander, De ceased. Sarah Neuenschwander of Bluffton Ohio, R. D. No. 1, has been appointed and qualified as executrix of the estate of Noah M. 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