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SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I—A rustler has been killed by someone unknown, by a shot in the back. Calhoun Terry, manager of the Diamond Reverse Ranch, is looked upon suspicious ly by other rustlers and small ranchmen when he visits Round Top. Terry has sold out his own small ranch and has been in bad odor with the small men since he joined the big outfit CHAPTER n—Terry talks over the kill ing with Editor Garvey, his friend. CHAPTER III—As Terry mounts his horse to return to the ranch, a shot hits his hat CHAPTER TV—Ellen Carey, daughter of the postmaster, has recently returned from school. On a ride during the early morn ing, she sees a couple of men driving cattle quite a distance away. One of them, she thinks, is Jeff Brand, an engaging young man suspected of being a rustler. CHAPTER V—Managers of the big ranches are in session to discuss steps against the rustlers. CHAPTER VI—Ellen hears a shot on an other morning ride. She meets Terry. He tells her a rustler named Tetlow has been killed. They ride together. CHAPTER VII—Sheriff Hart rides out to Calhoun’s ranch to ask him about his find ing Tetlow’s body. CHAPTER VIII—The sheriff reports to a crowd of small ranchmen and rustlers Ter ry's account of his movements. One point is not explained the tracks of two horses leaving the scene towards town. El len finally comes forward to explain that she had been Terry’s companion on that ride. CHAPTER IX—Clint Ellison, manager of another of the big ranches, drops in on Ter ry to tell him of a plan to bring in former deputy marshals from Texas and Oklahoma to run down rustlers and kill them without trial. Terry objects. CHAPTER X—At Denver, the Western Cattleman’s Association meets to deal fur ther with the rustler problem. CHAPTER XI—Jeff Brand practically pro poses to Ellen. CHAPTER XII—Ellen tells Cal Terry she is of the opinion that he can persuade the big ranches to stop the killings. CHAPTER XIII—Calhoun informs Ellison to cut him out of the deal cooked up by the big ranchers. CHAPTER XIV—Returning from Ellison’s ranch, Calhoun is fired upon from ambush. After two shots fired at him from a rifle, he heard two other shots from a revolver and later discovered the body of Black Yea ger, a rustler. Yeager had been killed by a revolver shot. A note written pinned to the body stated “this is what happens to rus tlers.” Terry sends for Postmaster Carey and Jeff Brand. CHAPTER XV—Carey and Brand arrive at Terry’s ranch and he tells them the story of the latest shooting. CHAPTER XVI—Brand doesn’t like Terry and suspects his story. On investigation, however, of the scene, Carey forms the opin ion that Terry is trying to let him and Jeff know that the murderer might possibly have been a spy employed by the big ranchers. CHAPTER XVII—Jim McFaddin of the Flying V C, a big ranch, has been killed plainly in retaliation. CHAPTER XVIII—Clint Ellison and Cal houn Terry have a set-to over the pro posed Invasion. CHAPTER XIX—Terry and the head of his ranch, John Q. Powers, tell Editor Gar vey to announce the sale of the Diamond Reverse Ranch in small parcels. CHAPTER XX—Ellen begins to think that ■he misunderstood Calhoun. CHAPTER XXI—Jeff Brand shows Ellen the note that was pinned on one of the slain rustlers. She says it looks like the writing of Jack Turley, supposedly a rustler himself. CHAPTER XXH The ex-officers and rangers from Texas arrive. CHAPTER XXIII—Jeff Brand rides up to Tu-ley’s cabin. In the presence of Dave Morgan and Bill Herriott, he accuses Turley of being the killer. They make a search of the cabin and find $2,000. Jeff and Turley draw and Turley falls dead. CHAPTER XXIV—Turley's body, strapped to a pack horse, arrives at McFaddin’s ranch. CHAPTER XXV—Lee Hart reports the pursuit of two men by the Invaders, and Jeff Brand decides to go to the cabin. CHAPTER XXVI—Jeff is wounded as he tries to reach the cabin door. The men inside bring him into the house. CHAPTER XXVII—Calhoun Terry and Larry Richards with whom he plans a part nership for the purchase of a small ranch were on their way to Round Top on some business when the Texas invaders mistaken ly chase them into a cabin. It is they who pull Jeff Brand into the house when he is shot. CHAPTER XXVIII—Jeff tells Terry and Larry that he killed Turley. The invaders finally discover T.—ry’s identity but demand to know who is the !rd man in the cabin. Brand appears at the xr with rifle pointed at Ellison. CHAPTER XXIX—The invaders agree to call off the siege. A rescue party takes Brand to town for medical treatment. Terry thinks Ellen loves Brand. CHAPTER XXX—Terry and Richards call on Editor Garvey who was induced to join Terry and Carey in a telegram to Wash ington for troops to stop the war. CHAPTER XXXI—Terry and Richards are menaced by a crowd of rustlers and small cattlemen, and Sheriff Hart arrests them for safekeeping. (Now go on with the story) CHAPTER XXXII After supper Ellen walked out into the soft, moonlit night to see where her father was. She found him in the stable putting harness on Sam and Buck. “I’m going with you,” the girl told him. “I think you had better,” he agreed. “There’s a chance these in vaders might come this way. Pack a valise with things to last you two three days. Until things settle down you’ll be safer at Round Top than here.” The solitude of the night swal lowed them. Countless stars stud ded the sky. When the road ran between pines they could hear the rustle of the wind in the foliage. Lane pulled up to listen. “Some one is riding a trail parallel to this road,” he said. A queer dread flooded the girl, as if it had been no mortal man rid ing that trail but a black shape out of the spirit world. Lane clucked to the horses and they started again. Presently the trail ran into the road. A man came out of it at a canter. Ellen drew a deep breath of relief. He was a man of flesh and blood, and one she knew. His name was Wade Scott. “Ellison’s men got Dave Morgan and Sib Lee,” he blurted out. Only a few hours ago she. had XUJ/wiiuah ri 1 ^lMAtLtOD/y»n g5 ,* N i?\RAINEy/£e»-"ce? seen Morgan start for Deep Creek to warn the settlers. Scott rode down beside or behind them to Round Top. He dropped off at the Crystal Palace to tell his news. The place was boiling with life, as was the street outside. He caught sight of Lee Hart and Red. Both of them showed signs of hav ing had a good deal to drink. The man from Deep Creek banged a tumbler on the top of the bar for silence. When the voices died down he told his story to a stilled and shocked audience. They waited till he had finished, then poured ques tions at him. Lee Hart slammed his fist on the walnut. “That settles it. We’ll take those fellows out of the calaboose and string ’em up, no matter what Nate says.” A little wrinkled man with a wide, gray, weather-beaten hat walked into the place. He had just ridden down from his ranch to find out how large a force Round Top ex pected to send as allies of the set tlers against the invaders. Roan had arrived just in time to hear Hart’s snarling threat. “You don’t want to get on the prod too sudden, Lee,” he said mild ly. “I heard up at Black Butte as I came through that Cal Terry saved Jeff Brand’s life today. It takes only a li’l while to hang a man, but only God Almighty can bring him back to life again.” Hart turned on him angrily, a glass of whiskey halfway to his mouth. “Not a thing to that story. Horace Garvey started it. He has done been bought and gone over to the big fellows. Cal Terry has come to the end of his last crooked mile.” Alford was worried, but he said no more in protest. He knew it was of no use. “How is Jeff?” he asked. “Where is he?” “Doing all right, I reckon. He’s at the Round Top hotel.” Roan left his horse tied at the hitch-rack and started for the Round Top, which was really only a board ing-house. On the way somebody stopped him for a moment to dis cuss the chances of trapping the in vaders. He mentioned casually that he had just seen Lane Carey at the Holden House. Lane and his daugh ter had reached town. Alford de cided to consult with the Box 55 man about the best thing to do. He knew that Terry and Richards were in very great danger. Only a deter mined effort could save them from mob vengeance. The streets were crowded with men, nearly all of them excited beyond reason. They talked of nothing but the invaders, the fate of Morgan and Lee, and the prospective lynching of the Diamond Reverse men. Carey and his daughter were still in the lobby of the Holden House. They were waiting there for a maid to finish changing the bed of a room recently vacated. Alford walked across to them. “Hell has broke loose in Georgia,” he said to Carey. “I’ve just left the Crystal Palace, where they are all talking about lynching Cal Terry and Larry Richards. That’s all they are discussing on the streets too, except the trouble on Deep Creek. They’ll be heading for the jail mighty soon, looks to me.” All the color washed from the face of Ellen. She stared at the little man, lips parted, fear dilating her eyes. “But—but—how can that be, when they fought with the Tex ans today and saved Jeff Brand’s life?” she asked. “I told ’em that. They won’t be lieve it. They have gone crazy. W’e have got to get it across to them that Cal isn’t tied up with this bunch of Ellison’s. I figured maybe they would listen to Jeff, if we could get him to the jail. He’s at the Round Top Hotel.” “I’ll go to Jeff,” the girl cried. “I’ll bring him.” Lane Carey ignored what she had said. “You go see Jeff and talk with him,” he said to Alford. “I’ll run down to the corral and bring the wagon to move him if he is able to go. See you soon.” “I’m going with Roan, father,” Ellen cried. The Box 55 man hesitated. "All right,” he said after a moment. It had occurred to him that she mignt have some influence with Brand if any was necessary. “But you’ll stay at the Round Top till this is all over. The streets are no place for a girl tonight.” Roan got Ellen off the main streets as soon as he could, but not before she sensed the intense feel ing of the men they saw. It beat on her like the heat from the open door of a furnace. Instinctively she hurried her steps, as the chill of fear filled her breast. The old woman who was nursing Jeff thought that he ought not to be disturbed, but they brushed her aside and went into the bedroom. “It’s life or death for two men,” Roan explained. “We’ve got to see him, doctor’s orders or not.” As soon as Jeff saw Ellen his face lit. “I been thinking about you,” he said. She could see by the light of the lamp that he was flushed with fe ver, but she had to tell him for what they had come. “Oh, Jeff!” she cried. “The town has gone mad. Nate Hart has ar rested Calhoun Terry and Larry Richards, and Lee Hart is gathering a mob to lynch them.” Jeff sat up on an elbow and stared at her in surprise. “What for are they doing it?” “Because Ellison’s band of killers shot Dave Morgan and Sib Lee to day.” The wounded man’s gaze did not shift from her, bul Ellen knew he “How do you know?” he asked, after a long silence. “Wade Scott rode down with us. He helped carry the bodies to Sib’s III Instinctively she hurried her steps. home.” Ellen pushed past that to the terror crowding in on her. “They think Terry is in with the invaders. He sent a telegram asking the Pres ident to send troops to stop the trou ble. Father thinks he did right. No body can talk these crazy men out of what they are going to do—unless you can do it, Jeff.” “How can he talk to them when he is sick abed?” the nurse wanted to know. “Even if you were to bring them here? The doctor said he was to be kept quiet.” Jeff hardly heard what they were saying. He was thinking about Dave Morgan. They had frolicked a lot together and they had ridden lawless trails side by side. Between them had been a close comradeship. Each of them had trusted the other completely, had known his friend would not fail him at a pinch. Now Dave was gone. Out of the fog of his thoughts El len’s voice came to him. “. .so father is coming with the wagon to carry you to the jail if you can go.” “He can’t go,” the nurse snapped. “I wouldn’t think of letting him.” Roan Alford said: “We hate to ask it of you, Jeff, seeing how sick you are. It’s up to you. Lane and I can carry you to the wagon. I dunno as it will do any good, but we figured maybe if you would tell the boys about how Richards and Terry stood by you they wouldn’t be so bull-headed.” The nurse said, “No, he’s going to stay right there on that bed.” “Bring me my clothes,” Jeff told his nurse. “I ain’t a-going to do it. The doc tor said—” “Doc didn’t know I had impor tant business on hand,” the wound ed man said. “Roan, you bring me my shirt and pants.” “I knew you would, Jeff,” Ellen said, and walked into the corridor. Jeff’s eyes followed her, in them the knowledge of defeat. CHAPTER XXXIII Calhoun Terry and Larry Rich ards played seven-up with an old deck of cards the sheriff had given them. Occasionally one or the oth er of them strolled to the window and looked out through the bars at the crowds milling on the street. Both of them felt uneasy. Their disquiet took the form of sardonic jesting. “The Crystal Palace and the Red Triangle must be doing a land-office business tonight,” Larry said. “I reckon a war must be good for trade. A lot of redeye must have gone down the hatch since supper time.” Calhoun came and looked over his shoulder. The noise of excited voices beat up to them. A group below caught sight of them. Someone shook his fist at the prisoners and cupped his mouth to fling a jeer at them. “We’ll have you out of there pres ently,” he threatened. The others sent up a roar of ap proval. “A mob is sure a crazy thing, with no more sense than cattle in a stam pede,” Larry said. “Those birds down there are all het up till they haven’t a lick of judgment.” Sheriff Hart came upstairs with bad news. “I wish to heaven there was a way to smuggle you two out of here,” he said. “Wade Scott got to town half an hour ago with word that Ellison’s gunmen got Sib Lee and Dave Morgan. Afraid that means trouble.” The prisoners knew what the offi cer meant. The minds of these ex cited men lumped them with the invaders as common enemies, and their first thought would be that an easy revenge was waiting for them. “There are ideas afoot,” suggest ed Terry evenly, the inflection of a question in the words. “Yes.” “So where do we go from here?” Larry asked ironically. “I have two-three men downstairs. You have your own guns. They can’t have you without a fight.” “We knew that already,” Terry said dryly. “When do the fireworks begin?” Though no friend of the Diamond Reverse B, the sheriff found it diffi cult to tell these men that the hour of doom was at hand. He hesitated. Larry laughed hardily, without mirth. Like Terry, he was a tough and hardy realist, not afraid to face a situation which had to be met. “Spit it out, Nate. When do the guns go boom?” “Soon. I’d say in ten or fifteen minutes.” “Who are the, trusty men you have He knew that the sheriff was a game man. Nate would do his best within reason to save his prisoners, but it would not be possible for him to prevent a determined mob from breaking into such a ramshackle building. Hart said that the men were his twc deputies and a volunteer, Hor ace Garvey. At mention of the editor’s name Larry said: “I’ll be dog-goned! The little rooster must have sand in his craw.” “Let’s have him up here,” Cal houn said. “I want to talk with him.” “What do you reckon ever got it into Garvey’s head that he is a fighting man?” Larry asked his partner after the sheriff had gone to fetch the editor. “I did him a service once, and he is trying to square the account. Probably he is scared stiff. We don’t want him here, Larry. He’ll only get killed, and it won’t do us any good. I’m going to send him away.” “Sure. I give the little cuss good at that for coming through. But like you say, no sense in his making one more victim.” Garvey was white to the lips. He carried a Colt’s .45, at a right angle to his body, as if he was afraid of it. But it was quite clear that he had nerved himself to stand by his friend. Cheerfully Terry greeted him. "Hello, oldtimer. I hear you’ve en listed for the duration of the war. The editor did not try a smile. This was serious business with him. He could stand up and take what ever was in store for him, but he could not make light of it. “I felt I ought to come,” he said. “Bully for you, Horace. I’ll re member this. But we don’t need you here and we sure do need you outside. What I want you to do is find the fellows who brought Jeff Brand to town. They know what happened in the fight at Lee Hart’s place. Take them to the leaders of these crazy men and make them tell what they know.” He gave the names of the men who had guarded the wagon that brought the wounded man to town. Garvey looked at him suspicious ly. “You’re trying to get rid of me because you think I won’t be of any use,” he ventured. “I'm sending you out to make a stab for our lives, and you’ve got to hurry to do any good. Listen.” On the light night breeze was lift ed the yell of those ready for the kill. The editor made up his mind in stantly. “I’ll do what I can, Cal houn. I hope to God I can help you.” “Sure you can,” Larry encour aged. “Hop to it, old man. And you might tell these birds out there to order eight or ten coffins. We’ll be behind cover, and we won’t be fooling the way we were this after noon against the Ellison crowd. We aim to take a few of these anx ious lads with us.” Garvey hurried awaj’ and was let out of the front door of the jail. He was at once seized by those outside and questioned. Through the win dow the prisoners watched him as he was hustled along. “He might do some good, at that,” Larry said. “But I would hate to bet a plugged dime on it.” Terry had no hope, but he did not say so. It was up to him to keep his chin up. He meant to go out as a man should, without flinching. After all, there was only the quick agony of the bullet, and then pain less sleep. (TO BE CONTINUED) LaFayette Mrs. Daisy Hall was a Saturday evening dinner guest of Mrs. Paul Smith of Lima. Cliff Knoble of Minneapolis, Minn., spent several days with friends. Mr. and Mrs. Friend Forward and daughter and Mrs. Pearl Brentlinger returned to their home at Greenville, Michigan, Sunday, after an extended visit with relatives and friends in this community. Mrs. Lenah Watt and granddaugh ter Priscilla, of Steubenville, were Friday night guests of Mrs. Daisy Hall. Monday evening Mr. and Mrs. Blake Guthrie entertained the cou sins honoring Mrs. R. J. Dornberg with a shower. Mr. and Mrs. John Adam spent the week in Perry county. Mesdames Pearl Brentlinger, Syl via Forward, Josie Hall and Lula Roberts were Thursday dinner guests of Miss Bessie Guthrie. Mr. and Mrs. Adria Moyer and family were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Guthrie. Guy Moore of Cincinnati was a week end guest of his mother Mrs. Mollie Allerding. Leonard Ackerman is home on a two weeks’ furlough. Mr. and Mrs. John Basil and daughter of Harrod were Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Binkley. No Taxi Soliciting A placard posted by the state so cial security commission on the door of the federal relief office in Kansas City read: TAXI DRIVERS MUST DO THEIR SOLICITING OUTSIDE OF THESE PREMISES. WE PAY FOR HORSES $4.00 COWS $2.00 (of size and condition) Call ALLEN COUNTY FERTILIZER 23221—LIMA, OHIO Reverse Tel. Charges E. G. Buchsieb, Inc. Z4e 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 'It/eailieA, (Here are answers to questions on page 2:) 1890. An average inches of rain was of 50.37 reported. 1934, with Ohio’s driest year was 26.61 inches of rainfall. January, 1937—-with 9.91 inches of rain. Newcomerstown (Tuscarawas Co.)—August 7, 1935—with 8.70 inches. Cleveland—with an average of 159 days. The total rainfall is, however, less near Lake Erie than in other parts of the State. 120 days. Beaverdam The Loyal Berean Class of the Church of Christ were entertained Wednesday evening at the home of Mrs. John Lenney. Members present were Mrs. Ed Bogart, Mrs. Walter Barber, Mrs. Esther Lombard, Mrs. Sam Varvel, Mrs. Wm. Ellenberger, Mrs. Earl Bowers, Mrs. Mae Bailey, Mrs. Harry Yant, Mrs. Frank Lewis and Mrs. W. R. Dally. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Schaeublin and daughter Lois, and Miss jory Buckland of Bluffton were day dinner guests of Mrs. Augsburger and Miss Louise aeublin. and Mrs. Canton. Mar Sun- Mina Sch- Callers Saturday were Mr. Clyde Augsburger of Mrs. Lawrence Ludwig of Dayton moved the to Berea Mr. and and family past week Ludwig is employed at Terminal. where Mr. the Air Port Ireland from Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Findlay were Thursday guests of Mrs. Victoria Hunter. Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Emerick and Mr. and Mrs. Pete Amstutz spent Friday with relatives at Grover Hill. Mrs. Carrie Durkee and daughter Ruth spent the week end with Mr. and Mrs. Paul Pratt Toledo. and family at club was night at The Leisure Hour tcrtained Thursday home of Mrs. Lawrence Yant. en the and Mr. and Mrs. J. 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