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Show The Cache American, Lopan. Cache County, Utah pgferJS , (-- l- tin Iron Zara MilrktU atrnlnt than aoi la tana. It baa Ibay arm a la Tiarra Libra bay lal bulb Zora and bar hatband datd. It U MllrbaU't )ob at ahlal anti near lor a Iran rompaay that lal hat baaa tallrd la ill. I.llar dart friend Bill Haadartoa la alta killed, and Jef aatparu hit amploer, Saaor Moalaya, at nardarlaf him and tbt Mltrhallt ha caata they had louad a clue la lha ttraatt Ibintt olaf aa al lha planuuoa. Other tinnier carat ara lha rompaay cha mitt. Dr. Toanjat. and lha lyart, Rydaa and Laanatloek. let and Lea Ibelr honiamald la tpyinf aa them. A maa named rolllat arrival Iron lha Caaal Zaaa la tea MitrheU. and Jed hlret him without aroatlnc Mam laya't tutpieloat. Jef Indt hit carle rldtet hava been Urn pared alih. NOW CONTIMB RITH THE TOR ditretrr lhal CHAPTER XIV Before going to bed Curt talked with Monahan about Colima. He'll make a good man,' Slats reported. "A little awkward at first, but he knows Diesela and I'd sap be had the makings." Evidently Collins had raised spec ulations in Monahan, too, for Slats' voice was asking questions who, what, why? But Curt didn't know the answers himself and tmllio shared the same tent with him now that he had shared with Montaya on his first visit to this camp. But the matter of Collins didn't end there. As Curt called at Mon taya's office on his return to San Alejo the following noon, Friday he found "The Dark Lily" frowning and in a bad humor. The Spaniard came fo the point without his usual circumspect approach to a sub- ject "You hired a man named Collins. no?" he commenced bluntly. "I had not forbidden this especial, Mr. Curtis, but it must not be repeated. If the occasion arises to hire a person locally, I must first interview that person and decide for my- self." Curt Oared. stared, unbelieving, then "In other words, you dont trust my Judgment? Or is it me you don't trust? voice became icy. Montaya'a "Such is not the question. If I had not trust in your Judgment I would not have hired you. This, Mr. Curtis, is an ironclad rule I will not have broken." He paused, then added. "Do you know this man? "No. But I had a man I do know try him out. Monahan tells I need such me hes satisfactory. men badly and my hiring him doesn't tie my hands. Hes not under contract. Curt's anger showed in his face. Montaya went on to an equally irksome subject, but in a milder tone, as though to forestall an explosion. "There is another thing. Emilio tells me you were separated on the trip. Curt glared. "He ah, feared I would censure him if I should learn about it. He told me in order to protect himself. Mr. Curtis, I told you distinctly that Emilio is to accompany you This was too much for Curt. He broke out hotly, Senor Montaya, if Im in danger I want to know it! And what the danger is! Standing a bodyguard over me hampers my movements "But I do not wish to alarm you. I repeat, you are in no danger personally so long as Emilio accompanies you! Curt was in a rage when he left Montaya such a rage that he couldnt go home and face Lee at once. Too quick to read him, was Lee. Nor did he want to go to his office in his present state. So he had a Tom Collins at the club bar, then another. With the second drink he recovered himself to the point of lighting his pipe and headed for home. There he found that Lee and the children were at the swimming pool behind the clubhouse, had been while hed been fuming to himself just a few yards away. The cook, about to climb into a hammock slung under the house for her midday siesta, called the information to him. Ines was off duty in the middle of the day from eleven to three so the house was empty. Just as well. Curt thought, for this gave him a chance to inspect The incihis stock of cartridges. dent of the evening before was still sharp in his mind. He went to the escaparate in the wardbedroom, the tall robe that held his things and Lee's. From the top shelf he took down the small paper box that held the rest of this lot of bullets. He turned it over in his hands, read the label, spilled the contents onto the bed. He examined the shells one by one, but could detect nothing wrong with them. The bullets hed shot simply hadnt had standard charges. Then the rest could be faulty, too. While turning this over in his mind his hand was pushing the bullets absently into piles of six, the number held in a clip. His brows knit. He counted the piles again. Yes, six in each, and there were four piles. But here were three bullets left over! Twenty-seven bullets on the bedspread. He thought back. He hadn't shot the gun since about a year ago, when he'd done some target practice using three full clips eighteen two-do- Sven ON THE BURST ONIONS, HOME ': HAf?GRANVILLE CHURCH FRON' TIIK (TOR? RO PAR: JrS Curtis hit if, art alreidr m Ihtlr tty la ha rerrlvrt a aota Tlrrra Libra Pace planted firmly on a keg. Emilio straddled another keg nearby. Ryden came up behind the two and now offered his first voluntary remark of the day. Am 1 handling satisfactory so RUTH WYETH SPEARS far?" There was no mistaking the guttural-voiced sarcasm. Curt swung around leisurely, looked at Ryden a Denatured alcohol will remove Put a little water, milk or cream into fudge frosting that thickens the stain made on tablecloths by too quickly, stirring until it has colored cundlea. the right consistency, Soap Jelly may be used for A teaspoon of vinegar beaten shampooing upholstery or small Into boiled frosting when flavorrugs; for washing painted furniing is added will keep it from be- ture, woodwork end walls, for lining brittle when cut. gerie washing and hu.r shampoos. moment, and his lips framed a nat- ural reply. But. determined not quarrel with the man. Instead to of answering insolence with insolence Curt indicated a huge, square case then being hoisted by the thick-ropcargo carried to the deck of the river steamer. The box hovered over the open hatch, then slowly disappeared into the hold. There was a twin to the box on the dock awaiting its turn. Both cases were of heavy lumber, were marked from Hamburg via Vladivostok, and the labeled inscription said they were generators. Electrical equipment was of prime interest to Curt, who was responsible for the electric plants at San Alejo and Tempujo, if not for the small plant at the airfield. Pointing with his pipe stem, he asked mildly, Those generators. Are they for me? I didn't know of any on order. The Swede stared through and through Curt At length he said thickly, "Ask Senor Montaya, if you must know. I know only my own MOO AMO e job." Curt's temper had been building ever since his enup for a blow-of- f counter with Montaya yesterday. Still, he'd nursed himself along so far and nothing was to be gained by words. With a jerk of his head at Emilio he strode angrily from the dock. Vargas, his features set incuriously, followed, trotting to keep up. "Clubby chap, what?" said Curt, with a short laugh, when he could trust his own voice. To help cover his feelings he fumbled with his pipe, knocking out the ashes, stuffing it again. Then he simmered down and added grudgingly, "Of course, he's right In a way, but aren't we all working toward one end here? I need a drink. How about you? He was about to turn into the cantina he'd visited the day of landing here, but Emilio held back. "Theres another bar down the You street, he said hurriedly. may like it better." Curt, however, was in a mood. "Man, whats the difference, this one, that one? Come along!" He pushed Emilio into the room and to the bar. Fresh from the glaring sun, his eyes didn't take in the scene immediately. He was half blind as he mounted a stool, ordered a drink, and indicated with a wave of the hand that Emilio should order for himself. Then his pupils expanded. In the mirror behind th: bar he saw the Tierra Libre customs official and his lieutenant They were drinking and playing poker dice with a man whose face was vaguely familiar. Curt had noticed on the dock that morning that there had been no customs official to inspect freight as it was unloaded. He'd given this no special thought at the time. To cover his thoughts, but still frowning. Curt pulled a notebook from his pocket, scribbled a few words, ripped out the page. He pushed the paper toward Emilio. "I need a hundred men at Tenv pujo by one o'clock, he growled. Also, the launch will have to make another trip to the levee camp to bring down Monahan. Get this message off for me, will you? All the while, however, he was racking his brain over the third man with the customs officers. He was a Nordic, certainly. At last it came to him. The man was one of the mechanics who'd been working at the C. A. T. airfield the day of his visit there. As they returned to the dock Emilio had the radio message sent off, and by eleven they were on their way back to Tempujo with the one machine this steamer could carry. Reaching the river port by he found Collins and the rapidly gathering gang of men. Monahan arrived by two oclock, and the rest of the day was spent in getting the two machines assembled, serviced, and on their way to pick up their sectors of levee work. This job went smoothly, however, and it was just as well, Curt was thinking, that he hadnt made an issue of his plan to unload on the river bank at the job. If things went as well tomorrow, the two shovels would be at work Monday morning. But it had been a strenuous, tiring job. After an early supper at the Tempujo mess-hawith Collins and Monahan occupying a table not far from Curt and Emilio Curt returned to his bungalow. He switched on the lights, flung his hat to the table by the door. Emilio settled himself on the porch, with magazines and his pack of native cigarillos. Curt had his trip across the river in mind. This was Saturday, the night hed arranged to meet Mclnnis at River-benHe had to get rid of Vargas somehow. "Im going to bed, he told the man. "Need a good night's rest. You'd better get one, too. When you leave, see that the night latch is on. Good night. . "Buenas noches, Senor. (TO BE COSTLMEDJ , ll ever-read- y tO ue DARK RUIt SACKAROUND LWMT AMO tVWK TAN OSS ION AOARTtO Ml OH C HMf MOW is the time to use every scrap of old woolen goods that you have on hand. That old coat the moths got into; the dress from which spots cannot be removed; the trousers that are ragged at of the material in the knces-a- ll these may be made into handsome hooked rugs that you will be proud to own. The square rug in the sketch was designed to fit in a smart dressing table corner. 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