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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER. IIYRUM, UTAH USELESS -- FL&JmeSl THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody Janes and George Fury had ridden into Pa neville as strangers. Melody was mistaken lor the outlaw, Monte Jarrad. Montes girl, Cherry, rushed them out ot town, but Melody returned to 'meet Lee. Leaving town they run into Cherry. Overpowering Lee, Melody and Cherry go to the shack where Monte has hid the express money. Luke Packer, the Insurance cop, Is there, and is killed by a bullet fired through the window. Melody left to catch the horses and when he returned the sheriff and his men were in the cabin but the body was missing. Melody asked if they could go if they told where the loot was hidden. There was considerable debate. match was struck. Immediately the candle-ligh- t welled up softly. Cherrys chin jerked around, her eyes astonished. The first thing she saw was Royal Boone, sitting against the wall. He wasnt looking happy. A trickle of blood was running into his left eye from a broken eyebrow, and he was fuzzily trying to rub it clear with one straw-hairewrist. His gun hand rested on one propped-uknee, the forty-fiv- e trailing idly. Cherry turned furious, for no logical reason. "So, you brush ape, she prodded him, "they walked over you, did they? Did you think a sorXIII CHAPTER ry passel of fakes like you could stop any healthy man and boy Do you swear to that? from I swear it on my sacred honor, She saw surprise, and a pleasant said Sheriff Thingan piously. unbelief, come across Royal Boones The express box is right over" rough-cu- t n face. His dangling Melody began. up and leveled straightened Melody stopped there, with all the at the point. Cherry wind suddenly gone out of him, as turned and looked at the room. if he had been kicked in the stomMelody Jones was there. He had ach. By a horse. He had caught some of the overturned canfoqnd George Furys eye, and had seen dles, and was methodically lighting there such unholy terror as George them, one by one. Fury had never shown before. For Cherry looked at him, while slow only a fraction of an instant he disillusionment choked her. What failed to understand what this rode a traveled trail. But down below in the cabin George now left behind. Melody Jones was making no new friends. "I dont know why Im not through with men, Cherry said bitterly "I have a mighty poor opinion of women, what few of em I've known. But if they dont have more sense than the smartest man that ever walked, this race is in a hell of e d Well, shucks, now, Melody said. Shut Sheriff Thingan up! How the devil, snapped at him. he turned blankly to Roy Boone, does it come hes still here, any- y meant. gap-toothe- d iron-ibone- loose?" Nump, said Mormon Stocker. This punk knows somethin. Yump. Okay, then, we got to bang it out of him, thats all! I was thinking more of heating ,up a brander, Boone answered. If you want to burn somebody with a brander, Cherry de Longpre flared at him like a spit:cat, "you can try it on me, and see what it gets you! You three are the nearest thing to no men at all that I ever saw, and Ive seen some sorry ones! Shut up! Thingan bellowed, turning on them all. You jackasses 'mean to stand and blab until the Cottons ride up and take over? He spun on Melody. "Once and for all do you aim to cough up, or do we have to git it out o you? I I I aint got no sujestions. Git holt of him! Thingan ordered his deputies. He had holstered his Colt, but now he ripped it out again. It came into his hand fast and suddenly, not in a smooth draw, but in a violent one. Git holt of him! m! Pin him! Pin him and hog-ti- e Mormon Stocker moved sidelong, in a sliding lurch, to get between Melody and the door. His gun also was in his hand now, thumb joint clamped hard down across the ham- mer. got a piggin string? voice crackled. Royal Boone said, "Dont need it. He came fast around the table. His hands were empty, but they were in front of him a little, big competent hooks, too heavy to tie a knot without fumbling, but good for throwing a steer. His face was dead ugly now, but his eyes had a "Whos Thingans happy blaze. In that instant the light went out. Then, an uneasy, winded quiet. Cherry de Longpre moved slowly, tentatively, out of the corner into which she had packed herself. Her motions were creaky, as if she had been in one position for a long time so tensely had she stood. Some of the strings seemed to have been cut in her knees; they threatened to bend both ways. She drew a deep, quivering breath of The blackness behind her vanished with a snap and a flare as a HONORARY fix! p six-gu- Then he knew what was the matter. He knew why Luke Packers body was no longer on the bunk. And he knew where it must be now. George Fury had put the body of Luke Packer on top of the express box in the cache. If ever I git out of this dam country, Melody said, I aint never coming ba'ck! What? Sheriff Thingan demandWhat? Whats that got to do ed. with it? Well nothing, I suppose," Melody admitted. Dont you try balking on me! Thingan snapped. His eyes seemed to have drawn closer together, and his whole face had darkened as the man changed. The dandyish white mustache remained foolish looking, like something stuck there with paste. Come on, come on, come on have I got all night? "Come on? Melody repeated in blank desperation. Come on how? Thingan instantly looked as if he would blow up. Dont you fool with me! he shouted. The close, taunting opportunity had him crazy. Ill tear up a man thatll fool with me! Where is that express box? Melodys words came weakly. Well Ill teU you Thingan came close to him, and thrust nastily burning eyes within a few inches of Melodys own. His voice dropped low, and seemed to loaf, as it conveyed all the threat that he knew how to conceive. You said you knew where it Deny that, was, Thingan said. and I swear, Ill kill you where you stand. You dont deny it, do you? "I admitted. No, Melody couldnt hardly go to deny something whut I Just now spoke. The big grin came back to Royal Boones crude-bui- lt d face. Because he was a big man, sure of his guns, and ;with no imagination, he was able to lake time to taunt Mormon Stocker. Still want to turn the pore jigger Two-Piec- WNU- - SERVICE yellow rock-stead- e Costume Flattering Shirtwaister With Cap Sleeves COWBOY w, way? Royal Boone was getting to his feet, concealing a certain grogginess by movements of great deliberation. He made it, and stood on spread heels, his back against the wall. Hes here, he said heavily, "because I kept him here. The disgruntled bad temper of an impact-headacput a saw edge on his While you fellers was flyvoice. ing out of here, and leaving that old wild cat raise hell like he felt like, and shooting in the dark, and letting off your guns, and losing our horses it was me hung onto the guy you really need. Tell em how you held onto him, Cherry said to Royal Boone. He shoot her a glance of sheepish hostility. Well, I I held onto him, he said truculently. Hes here aint he? He shore is! He shore is, Cherry admitted, looking at Melody with a disgust that was near to hatred. A brisk heated argument now went briefly round and round, like a bear with a grip on its own tail, as the peace officers sought to determine who was standing where when the lights went out. The voice of Royal Boone had lifted to a measured roar. He had shifted so that he had the door and braced shut with his back, it ain't me that put us afoot! he bellowed. Then why," Mormon Stocker gritted at him, did you give the old moss-hor- n his gun back? You had it. Because you took it off him. Where is it? Roy Boones left hand made a of his waistband. sneak check-u- p His lips drew back from his horse-teetbut not in a grin; and he said nothing. Shut up, you both! Sheriff Thin-'ga- n snapped, coming back to the world of immediate necessity. He had noticed Cherry and Melody talking with quick intensity; and now he shouldered toward them. Mormon Stocker and Royal Boone still scowled at each other, full of black gripe. We got a chance of the biggest scoop theys ever been in this country, Roddy ThinWe all but got my gan pleaded. hands on the express box thats what we gotta get! What the hell does it matter about who stood where? Are you guys crazy? Sheriff Roddy Thingan came close to Melody. He lowered his voice to a soft simulation of double menace. What was really menacing in it was not what he, thought. It was that they now knew this man to be as irresponsible of a prisoners life as d a child in possession of a bug. You was speaking of the express words box, he said, his held-dow- n coming breathily, as if he were You was saying you knew panting. where it was. h, ' Sheriff Roddy Thingan looked at Cherry de Longpre with all kinds of benevolence. er she asked him without expression, almost without voice. "Lighting this here candle, Melody said. Why why didn't you slope? Melody blew out his match and I tried looked at her sorrowfully. to git holt of you, he told her. "I felt all around in the dark. But I couldnt find you. What could I do? I couldnt hardly leave you here, in this here mess. Cherrys voice broke, full of hysterical tears. "You fool you fool What could they do you are you doing here? flea-brai- me?" to CIRCLE PATTERNS SEiraG Melody looked her up and down blankly. "Plenty, he decided. Boots sounded outside; Sheriff Roddy Thingan appeared in the door behind her, unexpected. Beyond, she could hear Mormon Stocker in the shadows. our hosses, They stomp-pedehe said bitterly. He was almost evwhimpering. "They stomp-pede- d ery last hoss, and got plumb clear d of He stopped short as he saw Melody. "Oh, he said faintly. "I got the one we need worst, Boone said. George Fury was doing somewhat better. Once outside the cabin and into the timber, he was delayed by no false notion that Melody Jones would be able to join him. Two men escaping separately, without any prearranged plan, could hardly hope to join forces in the storm of flight and running battle in the dark. Not even if one of them were not Melody Jones. He first found an open promontory, from which he could study the throw of the moonlit land. He could not see the cabin from here, but he could closely judge its position. Carefully he calculated the probable trajectory of the bullet which had killed Luke Packer. When he had placed the likely a position of the rifle within furlong or so, he studied the country a long time. He was thinking in terms of of poker now, judging percentages chance with the same careful accuracy he had used a thousand times when he had staked his wages on the sequence of the cards. He was comparing probabilities of place with the little time he had left, trystud-poking to give himself the best if it come to out, chances were possible to come out. After a long time he jogged off through the shrub, riding with one stbrrup lest his bootless foot slip through the bow. and get him But the route he chose, dragged and twisting to conform to yielding the land, was as certain as if he er seven-year-ol- Oh? You spoke of you could lay hands on it within the space of a minute. All right, boy. A minute is what you got. I caint use it, said Melody. You right sure, Thingan said, with an even more ostentatious softness, you want to tangle with me? Aint sayin that, Melody anBut I aint swered, mournfully. going to help you git it; and thats a fact. Work on him, Roy. Royal Boone stepped toward Melody, businesslike and unhurried. He blew once upon the knuckles of his d hand; then smashed Melody on the mouth with his fist. Melody spilled back against the turn of wall, hard. A his head had saved his teeth. He did not entirely go down. He came off the wall with his hands in front Inof him, charging instinctively. Melon was Stocker Mormon stantly odys back, pinning his arms with a k grip upon each of Melodys elbows. Melody was not entirely pinned, but he was impeded enough to make a sucker of him. He relaxed and stood up in Stockers grip, his eyes on Roddy Thingan. Cherry de Longpre turned white, but she didnt say anything. A quick trickle of blood ran from the corner of Melodys mouth. By ducking his head he wiped this off on his shoulder, but it Instantly reappeared. "Where is it? Thingan asked half-close- last-insta- hay-hoo- Melody. Jones said nothing. Royal Boone stepped in again. He made a quick feint with his left hand, and as Melody ducked, brought up a crushing right uppercut. It looked as if it nearly tore but Mormon off Melodys head; Stockers hold upon him kept him from falling. A purpling split appeared on Melodys cheek bone, and began to bleed. (TO BE CONTINUED) DEGREES FOR 1913 Citizen Wenkel, Thaddeus Z. extraordinary: During the entire period of the war you at no time sought, through patronage of underestaurants, to secure rground choice oversized steaks on meatless days. You never tried to outwit your neighbor at the butcher market. Furthermore you ate mere fish than any man in your community, and didnt demand that it be cooked in butter. We award you the best degree in the house, that of PGS (Patriot and Good Sport). And we are glad to throw in a box of cigars. OutstandPowsley, Wilmer K. ing American: You are one of the few men in the country who has never blasted WPB. 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