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Show Judith of Blue Lake Ranch . ( CHAPTER XII Continued 14 If sin? wf-ro liurcl driven In some way which she had nut seen tit to confide to Mm, if she were forced to make this tremendous sale, if she were mini or had at last lost her nerve, frightened at the thought of the heavy sums uf money to he raised at the end uf 1 1 1 o winter, well, then it sllll could do no harm for him to speak Ills mind to her. Hampton had told Mm the price which the horses were to bring; It was pitifully small and I-ee meant to tell her so, to tell her further that he would guarantee un enormous over It If she gave him time. He wmiiIiI he doing his part though she culled him meddler for his pains. Man ia Langworthy, hidden In a hi;,' chair on the veranda, watched lilm approach with Interest, though I.ee was unconscious of her presence. He had lifted a hand to rap at the door when she failed to him, saying: "flood evening, Mr. Mysterious I.ee. Have you forgotten me?" Though he had pretty well forgotten her, It was not necessary to tell her that he had. He came toward hif, putting out his hand. "Good evening, Miss Langworthy," he said cordially. "I haven't seen much of you this time, have I? Two reasons, you know: busy all day and half the night, for one thing, and for another, Hampton has monopolized you, hasn't he'.'" Marcia laughed softly. "To a man your size the second reason rea-son Is ahsurd. . . . Will you sit down? You see, I nni taking it for granted that you come here to see me. Unless," and her eyes twinkled brightly up at Mm, "you were surreptitiously sur-reptitiously calling on Mrs. Simpson?" "I'd love to talk with you," he assured as-sured her. "But, as I've just hinted, my work here has got into the habit of running away witli me Into the night. I really came up. for a word with Miss Sanford." "Oh, didn't you know?" asked Marcia. Mar-cia. "Judith isn't here." "Isn't here?" lie frowned. "No, I didn't know. I haven't seen much of her lately and didn't know her plans. Where Is she?" "In San Francisco. Her lawyers sent for her, you know. Something about a tangle in her father's business. busi-ness. Funny you hadn't heard ; she left Saturday night." Saturday? This was Tuesday evening. eve-ning. Judith had been away three full days. Lee, thinking hurriedly, thought that he saw now the explanation expla-nation of Judith's ordering a sale like this. Her lawyers had found what Marcia called a "tangle" in Luke San-ford's San-ford's affairs; there had been an insistent in-sistent call for a large sum of money to straighten it out, and Judith had accepted the only solution. Still, it didn't seem like Judith to sell like this at a figure so ridiculously ridiculous-ly low. I)oun, Kockwell & Haight were not the only buyers on the coast; Lee himself could get more for the horses If he had two days' time to look around; the cattle were worth a groat deal more than they were being sold for, even with the market down. "Did she have an idea what the trouble was before she left?" he asked finally. "Why," said Marcia, "I don't know. You see, she slipped out late Saturday night after we'd all gone to bed. There was a message for her over the telephone; she got up, dressed, saddled sad-dled her own horse and rode into Kooky Bend alone, just leaving a note for me that she might be gone a week or two." Just why he experienced a sense oT uneasiness even then, Lee did not know. It was like Judith to act swiftly when need be; to go alone and on the spur of the minute to catch her train; to slip out quietly without disturbing her guest. "You have heard from her since?" he demanded abruptly. "Not a word," said Marcia. "She dot'sn't like letter writing and so I haven't expected to hear from her. I.ee chatted with her for a moment, t'-en claiming work still to be done. !":-:m1 to go hack down the knoll. A r-.v thought upon him, he once more i' ":e to Marciu's side. "I expect I'd better see Hampton," lie said. "Ho you know where lie is?" "Where he has been every night .'e Judith left," laughed Marcia. "He's old Mr. Business Man these i'.-; s. In the office." ore Lee found him. Hampton. I ".- '.'.air ruffled, Judith's table littered v !:'i market reports, and many sheets i " paper covered with untidy figures, 1.. ..Led up at Lee's entrance. "lle'.lo. Bud," he said, reaching for c'.., v.: ette and match. "Got everything r for tomorrow?" V.'hy didn't you tell me Miss Santo..: San-to..: had gone away?" was Lee's sharp .-.Joinder. Hampton Hushed. ' Devil take those two eyes of yours. I'd." he said testily. "They've got a ..ay of boring through a man until he 1...S like they were scorching the fur-i.lture fur-i.lture behind him. Well, I'll tell you. .:.:ie Judith is away I am running l'..:s out tit. And if t tie men think I'm i.,ming straight from her with an or-I'.cr or-I'.cr they obey it. If they get the notion no-tion she isn't here, they're apt to ask i,,;cstions. That's why." This sale to Doan, Rockwell & ilaight," said Lee quickly. "You didn't cook that up, did you Hampton?" Hamp-ton?" "Lord, no!" cried Hampton. From Li place on a file he took u yellow slip , j. . By JACKSON GREGORY Copyright by Charles Scrlbner'a Son of paper, tossing it to Lee. "She sent me that this morning." It was a Western Union telegram, saying briefly : "Bollock I lampton, "Blue Lake Ranch. "Am forced to sell heavily. Sending Send-ing Doan, Kockwell & Haight Wednesday Wednes-day morning, one hundred horses; as many beef cattle as Carson can round up. Accept terms made in their letter to you last week. "JUDITH SANFOKD." The date line upon the message gave the sending point as San Francisco. Fran-cisco. "They wrote you a letter offering to liny?" said Lee thoughtfully, his eyes rising slowly from the paper in Ids fingers. "How'd it happen they didn't write to her?" "Well, It's a natural enough mistake, mis-take, isn't it? Knowing that she and I were both part-owners, knowing that we were both here, isn't it quite to be expected that they would write to the man instead of to the woman? Of course I gave her the letter as soon as I had opened it." "Of course," answered Lee. But his thoughts were not with his answer. They were with Bayne Trevors. Tre-vors. He knew that Trevors had long ago sold to these people; he knew, too, that at least two of the heavy share holders in the estern Lumber company com-pany were interested in Doan, Kockwell Kock-well & Haight. Tom Kockwell himself him-self was second vice president of the lumber company. "Have you bud any other word from Miss Sanford?" he asked. "No." "Know who her lawyers are?" "No. I don't." "Anything in her papers here that would tell us?" "No. Her papers are in the safe yonder and it's locked and I don't know the combination." "Know what hotel she is stopping at in the city?" "No. Look here, Bud ; what are you driving at? I don't get you." "No?" answered Lee absently. What Bud Lee was thinking was: "Here are too many coincidences!" Little things, each one in itself safe from suspicion. But when he meditated medi-tated that the offer had come from this particular firm, that it had co',ne just a few days before Judith's first departure from Wie ranch, that it had been addressed not to her but to Hampton, Hamp-ton, so that he must have the opportunity oppor-tunity to read It, that she had been called suddenly to the city, that that call had come after the house was quiet, Its occupants in bed, that no letter had come since she had left, that no one knew where to reach !ier when he passed all of these things in review the bitterness in his heart died under them and the first anxiety sprang up anew, grown almost into fear for her. "There's just one thing, Hampton," he said, his eyes hard on the boy's face. "We don't sell a single hoof in the morning. Not a cow nor a horse until Judith is here herself." Hampton, new in his role of general manager, flushed hotly, his own eyes showing fight. "I like you, Lee," he said sharply, his tone that of master to man. "And I don't want us to quarrel. But Judith Ju-dith wired me to sell, I've wired the buyers an acceptance and we do sell in the morning !" For a full minute Bud Lee stood stone still, staring into Hampton's face. Then, tossing the telegram to the table, he turned and went out. His face had gone suddenly white. "They've got you somehow, Judith girl," he whispered through tense lips. "But the fight is still to be made. And, by Cod, there's a day of squaring accounts ac-counts coming for a man named Bayne Trevors !" He went to the bunk-house, neither seeing Marcia nor hearing her when she called after him, and with a word to Carson brought the irate cattle foreman fore-man hurriedly outside. CHAPTER XIII A Signal-Fire? Bayne Trevors' way had ever been to play safe, the way of a coward or a wise man. Even now, no doubt he was giving an account of himself in legitimate endeavor at the lumber camp, putting in his appearance at his regular hour, safe miles lying between be-tween him and that which might occur oc-cur upon the Blue Lake ranch, establishing estab-lishing alibis, conducting himself like the man he wished the world to think him. But in the mind of Bud Lee there was no question, no doubt. Bayne Trevors, or one of Bayne Trevors' Tre-vors' gang, wr.s even at this instant holding Judith somewhere until this colossal deal could be put over. Trevors Tre-vors or one of his gang anil Lee's face went wlilter, his hands shut tighter tight-er Into hard fists, as there came to bis mind the picture of Quinnion's twisted twist-ed face and evil, red-rimmed eyes. "Well?" snapped Carson. "What now ?" "There's going to be no sale in the morning," said Lee and at the new-si new-si range tone in Lee's voice Carson jerked up his h ml, thrusting It forward, for-ward, peering at the other through the moonlit night. "Say it again," muttered Carson. "Who" said so? Miss Judith 7" "She Isn't here," replied Lee briefly. "Hasn't been her since Saturday-night." Saturday-night." Now, wtih more cause than ever, did Carson stare at him. "Then what, did Pollock Hampton say sell for? By cripes, If this is one of that young hop-o'-my-thumb's jokes, I'm going up to the house an' murder him. That's ail. An' right now." Lee laid a hand on Carson's arm. "Hold on, old-timer," he said shortly. short-ly. "We'll have a talk with him after a while. Now I want to talk with you." Contenting himself with the coldest of brief outlines, Bud Lee told Carson of Judith's absence and of his own suspicions. Carson, who had listened to him gravely, at the end shook Ms head. "That's a pretty bald play, Bud," he said slowly. "I don't believe Trevors would get that coarse In his work. It doesn't look like him a little bit." "Does this sale look the least little bit like Judith?" demanded Lee sharply. sharp-ly. "Is It her style to go over our heads this way, Carson? If she's got to sell heavily, why pick out this particular par-ticular set of buyers? Why is the deal rushed through while she's away? I tell you there's a nigger in the woodpile wood-pile and it's up to you and me to smoke him out. Come up to the house with me." Marcia did not see them as they drew near in the moonlight. For, with a plan shaping in his brain, Lee judged best that they should not be seen, lie and Carson passed in a wide arc about the left end of the courtyard, court-yard, around the end of the house and so to a door opening from the office to the back of the house. This door he found unlocked and pushed quietly open. Hampton lifted swift eyes, sensing something stern and ominous in this silent approach. "We want to talk things over with you," began Lee. "If you've come to bulldoze me out of that deal In the morning," retorted Hampton, "you might as well keep still. I'm going to sell." "I don't know that you'd exactly call It bulldozing," smiled Lee, determined deter-mined to he pleasant with the young fellow as long as possible. "But you've got sense enough to listen to reason, Hampton." "Have I?" jeered Pollock. "Thanks." "If Miss Sanford wants the deal to go through," continued Lee, "why, then, of course, through it goes. If she doesn't, there's going to be no sale." "I tell you she wired me to sell ; I showed you the telegram " "But you didn't prove to me that she sent it. You didn't know yourself whether it had been sent by her or Doan, Kockwell & Haight, or by Bayne Trevors or the devil himself." He tool; up the telephone and said into it, "Western Union, Rocky Bend. . . . That you, Benton? This is Lee of the Blue Lake. We went to get in communication with Miss Judith Sanford, somewhere in San Francisco. Send this message to every hotel there, will you? And km$w Bud Lee Stood Staring Into Hamp-' Hamp-' ton's Face. rush it: 'Must have word with you immediately. Important. Telephone.' Got it? Oh, sign it, Carson and and Tripp. Rush it, I tell you, Benton. And if you get in touch with Miss Sanford In any way, tip us off here, will you? Thanks." 'She might be visiting with friends," muttered Hampton, little pleased at the thought that Lee and Carson were seeking to rob him of his newly acquired ac-quired importance. "Where's Mrs. Simpson?" asked Lee. "Gone to bed," answered Hampton. "And Miss Langworthy is still on the veranda. Now Hampton. Carson and I want a look at Miss Sanford's room. Come with us. will you?" "I'm d d if I will !" cried the boy hotly. "I don't know what you are up to, but I'm boss here and I'm giving giv-ing orders, not taking them. If there's any reason in all this, I've got the right to know what It is." "Y'es," answered Lee thoughtfully. "You've got the right. I just don't like the looks of affairs, Hampton. I ! don't believe nil that I hear. I don't believe Miss Sanford sent that wire. I don't believe she Is In San Francisco. I do believe that your friend Trevors has got hold of her somehow, and that be is playing you for a sucker. That's our reason In this. Now will you come with us to her room?" "Trevors?" said Hampton. Then he laughed. "You are like the rest, Bud. Trevors is a gentleman, and you try to make him a crook. Such a scheme as you imagine is absurd and ridiculous. And I won't go prying with you Into Judith's room." "Come on, Carson," said Lee. "If Hampton wants to stay here, let him." But the young fellow was on his feet, his face flushed, his eyes excited. "You'll get out of this house and do It quick!" he cried sharply. "If you think for one little minute that I'll stand for your high-handed actions, ac-tions, you're mistaken." At a look from Lee, Carson stepped quickly forward, so that Hampton stood between them. "You come with us," and now Lee no longer sought to be pleasant. "And keep still or we'll stop your mouth with a yard of cloth. This way, Carson." With right and left arms gripped, with lagging feet and furious eyes, Hampton went between them to the door. For an instant only did he struggle ; then, with a snort of disgust, dis-gust, seeing the futility of making a fool of himself, he went quietly. Just what he expected as a result of a visit to the girl's room, Lee did not know. He hoped for some sign to tell him something, anything. Quietly the three went through the house until they came to Judith's dainty blue-and-white bedroom. Here all had been set in order by Mrs. Simpson. On entering the room a sort of awkward shyness fell over both Lee and Carson. Hampton, freed now and standing alone, though under Carson's hard eye, stared at them angrily. "When you get through with this foolishness," he told them stiffly, "you can either apologize or call for your time." Neither answered. Carson little by little had come to share Lee's uncertainty uncer-tainty and anxiety ; and now, like Lee, sought eagerly to find a sign something to tell that Judith had been lured away by Trevors or Quinnion ; or that she had been overpowered here and taken out, perhaps through a window. But Judith had gone Saturday night, and Mrs. Simpson had done her work thoroughly. It might be well to call the housekeeper and question her. Had she found a chair overturned, over-turned, a rug rumpled, a table shoved a little from its accustomed place? But, again, it would be as well not to start suspicion and surmise in other minds if, after all, there were no true cause for it. Judith might be in San Francisco; she might have sent the order to sell. "Chances is we're smelling powder where there wasn't no shot," said Carson hesitatingly, "Bright boy !" mocked Hampton. "You'll make a great little gumshoe artist one of these days." Had Bud Lee not loved Judith as he did, with his whole heart and soul, it well might have been that he and Carson and Hampton would have gone out of the room knowing no more than when they had come in. But it seemed to Lee that the room which knew Judith so intimately, was seeking seek-ing to open its dumb lips to whisper to him of danger to her. He had come here troubled for her; he stood, looking look-ing about him frowningly, his heart heavy, fear mounting within him. And at length he found a sign. At the far end of the room, in a corner, was Judith's writing-table, on which were several opened letters, pen and ink, a pad of paper. Lee stepped to it. If she bad been lured away after nightfall, then some message had come to her. If that message had come by word of mouth, there was no need seeking it ; if it had been a note, fate might have kept it here. Impaled on a sharp file was a sheet of notepaper. The notes was brief, typewritten, even to the signature that of Doc Tripp. It ran: "Dear Judith : "I am afraid of a new trouble. Have spotted another one of T's gang working work-ing for us. Also have got a bullet-hole bullet-hole in my right hand. Nothing serious ser-ious so far. Come down right away. Don't let any one see you as I want to spring a surprise on them. Am not even using the telephone, as I've a notion they are watching me. Hurry. "Tripp." "Come back to the office," said Lee bluntly. And well in front of Carson Car-son and Hampton, who stared won-deringly won-deringly at the paper in his hand, he went to the office telephone and called for Tripp. "How's your hand?" he asked when Tripp answered. "All right," replied Tripp. "Why?" "Get it hurt?" "No." "Did you write Miss Sanford a hurry-up note within the last few-days?" few-days?" "No." "Sure of th.it, Doc? Typewritten note?" "Of course I'm sure." snapped Tripp. "What's wrong?" . "God knows," answered Lee shortly. short-ly. "But you'ii better come up here and come on the jump. Also, keep your mouth shut until you get a chance to talk with me or Carson." He clicked up the receiver and turned terrible eyes on the two men watching him. "They've got her," he said slowly. "They've got her, Carson. They've had her since Saturday night !" Carson read the note. Only then did It pass Into Hampton's hands. The boy, angered at the way in which he had been ignored, insulted in his sense of dignity by those words of Lee's to Tripp, "Talk with me or Carson," seeing see-ing the reins of power being snatched from his hands, was speechless with wrath. "You fellows have- butted in all I'll stand for!" he cried at them, his shut fists shaking. "I tell you I'm running this outfit and what I say goes. I don't believe that Trevors or any man living would do a trick like that. I tell you it's ridiculous. And, no matter mat-ter where Judith is, when she is not here I run the ranch. I need money; she needs money ; we've got a fair chance to sell; I've passed my word we are going to sell; and by G d, we are going to sell." In another mood, Hampton would not have spoken this way. . In another mood and with time for argument, Bud Lee would have expostulated with him. Now, however, Lee said tersely: "Carson, it's up to you and me. Get the boys out, to the last man of them. Turn every hoof of cattle and horses back into the Upper End. We've gol L. Bud Lee Was on Him, Throwing Him Back. to do it tonight. Get them into the little valley above the plateau. We can hold them there, even if they try to force our hands, which will be like them. I take this to be Trevors' last big play. And, by thunder, he has mighty near gotten away with it!" "Don't you dare do it I" blazed out young Hampton. "Carson, you take j orders from me". Get out of this house and leave the stock where they are. In the morning " "Go ahead, Carson," cut in Lee's hard voice. "I'll take care of Hampton Hamp-ton here." "You will, will you?" cried Hampton. Hamp-ton. With one bound he was at the table, jerking open a drawer. As his hand sought the weapon lying there, Bud Lee was on him, throwing him back. Carson looked at them a moment, then went to the door. "You're right Bud," he said calmly as he went out. Lee, forcing himself to show a cm-ness cm-ness like Carson's, said gently to Hampton : "Can't you see the play? - It's p to you to kick in and stop it. Them's a telephone; call up the buyer In Rocky Bend. They're there now, at least their drivers are, if they're tnm-ing tnm-ing out here in the morning, Tel? them the -deal is off " "Can't I see?" said Hampton, writb. ing out of Lee's hands, on his wa? to the door. "You bet I can see ! If you and Carson think that you can run me " Then, for good and all, Lee gave over trying to reason with Hampton. There was too much to be done . to waste time. He drew Hampton back, forcing him against the wall. As he tried to call out, Lee's hand over his mouth smothered his words. "You're coming with me," he said sharply. "Right now." Though he struggled, Hampton was little more than a baby in the horse foreman's muscular grip. Tripped, with a heel behind his calf, he fell heavily, Lee upon him. Both arms were pinioned behind him, and Lee's neckerchief thrust into bis mouth. He writhed in impotent rage. His outcries died In his throat, the loudest loud-est of them not reaching Marcia's ears above the creaking of her rocking-chair. rocking-chair. Lee still held Hampton's tied hands gripped In his own. ' , So the two men went out the back door, down toward the corrals. Seeing nien hurrying from the bunk-house bunk-house to the stables under Carson's snapping orders, Lee called out for Tommy Burkitt. And in a moment, with bulging eyes, Burkitt came running. run-ning. "Bring out three horses, Tommy," Lee commanded, giving no explanation. explana-tion. "Hurry, and keep your mouth shut." Burkitt obeyed Lee as he always did, silently and unquestioningly. Very soon he returned, riding, leading two saddled horses. "Get into the saddle, Hampton," said Lee sternly. "There's no timi for nonsense. Get up or I'll put you up." (TO BE CONTINUED.) |