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Show TIIE SMITHFIELD SENTINEL, SMITH FIELD. UTAH little more than be received. At last, tight gripped, they stumh'.cd and sprawled to the floor, rolling madly for the advantage. By a tremendous effort, Hammond forced the geologist beneath him, and legs tight gripped about his chest, straightened for the onslaught oi blows that would bring uncon- - sciousness. RYIEY COOPER. Y CHAPTER X Continued 17 "I told you never to cron that Alaskan line I he growled. It waa Lew Snade, almost groveling aa he strove to back away, to reach a distance from which he could run for safety. But Hammond moved with him, pace for pace. Hear me? I told you not to cron that line! But I haven't been bothering Jeanne. Honest to God, I havent She doesn't even know Im in the country. What are you doing in this test pit? Just getting out a little gravel." To make cement with, I suppose. How long have you worked here? He tried to frame a lie, but he too frightened. Since a night or two after your vu partner left And you work for Bruce Kenning, dont you? The big hands caught again at the shoulders of the Dont lie you trembling man. work for Bruce Kenning. "Yeh I work for him. You helped him salt that shaft over on the bench land too, didn't you? I dont know what he did with the gravel I took over there. But you did carry gravel for him. Ive been working for him aint I?" Where's Kenning now? Lew Snade looked up. Aint he at his house? You know hes not there. ' But I dont. Honest to God, I don't. He said he was going to be there. Hammond threw the man aside and turned again for the hill. A light was burning in Kays cottage; he could see her shadow as she passed a window. But strangely, the sight of her held no poignancy for him; Instead, there was something of the same disgust which he felt for Lew Snade. Then he went on to the Kenning cabin. It was dark and no one answered his frrwfc Loosening the leather latch, ho walked within, stumbling about the two rooms. Kenning was not there. At last the lights of Whoopee lured him. He did not find the man. Gamekeepers merely stared at his question or said they hadn't seen him. Hammond took it for what it was worth; a good gamester leaves the giving of information to the proprietor. Dulled by mental fatigue, Hammond at last approached the bar. Then Around the World Annie strolled through a doorway and edged beside him, an elbow on the foot on the mahogany, a brass rail. Well, Prospector, she queried, celebrating? If you want to call it that. Im looking for Bruce Kenning. If you find him, tell me, came caustically. Im still wondering if that guy pulled a fast one on me. Was he here tonight? Was he here?" asked Around He came ii the World Annie. like a fire alarm. That guys nuts on roulette. He couldnt get to the table fast enough. Had a lot of gold on him. Making bets like a crazy man. , well-sho- d Who won? Around the World Annie pressed her lips. Am I running a charity bazaar? she queried. Answering her own question, Come to think o! it, I guess I am. He didnt make a good bet all night Then he began getting chips on tick. Say, she exclaimed, he was into me for ten thousand berries of borrowed money before I could tell him I didn't lend to gamblers. I'm givin you the facts. Fine chance I've got to get ft back." Oh, he can pay it He's got the money. Yeh? Annie became more heartened. You know, Ive been wonderin if it wasnt a gag. This little rat of a Lew Snade comes in just when were arguing I thought he worked for you." Snade? He did. Until I fired him for stealing. Tonight, he was all excited. He rushed up to Kenning and whispered something, and Kenning started to beat it. But I wouldnt let him go, not without some security on that loan. That's when he pulled the fast one. He yelled for a pen and signed his name for me and passed over the damned thing and said hed be back tomorrow morning to make it good square up. And I was sap enough to let him leave!" Passed over what? A check or a note or something. Got it upstairs in the cash box; probably isnt worth the paper its written on. Annie sighed. Oh, W.N.U. SERVICE well, I aint really out any dough. He owes me ten thousand bucks, but it was for chips that are all back in the racks now, seein he lost as fast as he borrowed. Hammond changed the subject. You dont happen to know where this Lew Snade lives? Around the World Annie screwed up her enameled face. Well, now, lets see if I can teU you how to get there. Know that trail that leads off to the left after you're well along toward Sapphire? A half hour later. Jack Hammond crept slowly forward toward the little cabin set deep in the forest. For a moment, he left the trail, in hiding, yet watchful. The door had opened, revealing Lew Snade, who paused to say something to a remaining occupant, then hurried out along the trail; Hammond could have touched him aa he passed. Jack waited long minutes after that. Then he moved slowly, carefully, through the tangled underbrush until he could look into the candle-li- t cabin. A glance assured him; he ran for the door. A kick and it flew open. Across the room, hastily pulling a chair before him, as if for defense, was Bruce Kenning. There was a moment of glowering survey. Neither spoke; there was no sound, in fact, save the queer, blastlike sounds of heavy breathing. Then Jack Hammond flexed the muscles of his heavy shoulders. His head set, a peculiar forward attitude, brows lowered over watchful eyes, slowly, deliberately, he started forward. Suddenly he dodged. A queer cry had come from Kennings throat, as though restraint had broken under the pressure of tensity. His hands had tightened about the back of the chair; suddenly he raised it and threw it with all his strength. Hammond moved only enough to allow it to go harmlessly past, clattering against the opposite wall. Kenning grimaced, his lips pulling back from parted teeth. Well, say something!" he broke forth. Staring at me like that The answer was only a low rumble of hate. Kenning turned dazedly, as if seeking escape. But Jack Hammond was between him and the door, still coming forward slowly, as if he took joy in this creeping approach. Yet, he knew he was not going into an easy battle. They were matched men, in height, weight and agility. One was fired with revenge, the other burned with desperation. Foot by foot, Hammond went on. Then suddenly, they met in slugging combat. There was little science. What boxing ability they might have possessed had been overwhelmed by rage; now Hammond bored in with a series of straight-arpunches which drove his antagonist, gasping, to the wall. But there, Bruce Kenning took new strength. Now it was he who, laying himself wide open to the thudding thrusts of his enemys fists, swung blow after blow against Hammond's face and head. Suddenly Hamnond began to use strategy, staggering, pretending to sag at the knees. Kenning shouted and rushed him. Instantly, Hammond leaped aside and thrusting forth a leg, tripped the other man off balance. Then the prospector was on him, catching him with one arm about his neck, and sending his free fist against Kenning's face with a crashing force which seemed to drive his knuckles into his wrist bones. Kenning winced. He cried out. Hammond, gasping for breath, allowed a grunt of triumph to pass his lips. This was joy to hear an evidence of pain and suffering. Desperately the geologist strove to turn in the other mans grasp; slowly he began to succeed. Now, in better position for defense, he began a counterattack upon Hammonds midriff; the prospector retaliated by driving blow after blow against the other mans face until his hands were slimy. They had begun to tire, staggering now, their punches losing some of their power. At last. Kenning gave up his attempts to knock the other man out by body punches; soon he ceased striking entirely, and clasping Hammond tight, tried to wrestle him from his feet. A blood - smeared pair, the; crashed from one end of the room to the other, throwing each other clear, rushing together again, arms flailing, only to clinch and struggle, striving desperately to kick, to bite, to claw; all sense of contest had become lost. Now this was a struggle between two great animals, each enduring great suffering, but content if he could give a white-face- d, m j How often does the United States gain one in population? 2. Was Sir William Blackstone successful as a lawyer? 3. Do baseball or football play1. came from behind him, like a door opening. Jack gave But suddenly, it no attention. aware of clattering boots on the rough floor, he tried to turn. Now he saw Lew Snade at the pile of firewood beside the stove. Snade had a stick in his hand; he ran forward, both hands clenching the weapon The pain of the blow lasted only an instant, a shattering, horrible feeling, as though Hammonds head had been separated from his body. His eyes seemed to split with the flash of blinding lights, only as quickly to be smothered hi darkness. Kenning rolled clear and was staggering to his feet He stumbled forward, looking dazedly down at the motionless form of Jack Hammond. Then, with a hand fumbling weakly at his swollen mouth, he glanced slowly about him. See if theres still a fire in that stove." Lew Snade crossed the room. Yeh. Theres some coals left. Lets dump them out mi the A sound COPYRIGHT-COURXNE- Ask Me O Another a Answers Offering 17i0) whose fame as England s greatest jurist is based on his Commentaries, actually possessed only the vaguest possible grasp of the elementary conceptions of law and was considered ers receive more injuries? a failure as a lawyef, jurist and 4. How fast must an object travel to escape from the gravitational parliamentarian, according to Colliers Weekly.. attraction of the earth? 3. Baseball receive players 5. Does an elephant eat as much as a mouse in proportion to its more minor injuries, but fewer permanent injuries and fatalities. size? 4. It must have a speed of 6 95 6. Was the United States Sumiles a for court per second. ever closed pepreme 5. If an elephant ate the same riod more than one year? amount proportionally as a mouse Answers it would consume 10 tons of food daily. Actually it eats only about 1. There is one birth in the Unitr 100 pounds. ed States every 14 seconds, one 6. Rushed through congress in death every 22 seconds, one immi- 1801, a measure directing that the grant every 15 minutes, and one Supreme court should meet only emigrant every 14ty minutes, once a year, on the second Monmaking a net gain In population day of February, closed the court of one person every 35 seconds. for 14 months, until February, 2. Sir William Blackstone (1723- - 1803. If the place burns down, nobodyll know, who was in it whose skeleton it is, came thickly. Lew Snade looked up. "Theyll know it isnt me if Im around. Then youll have to hide out. He gestured impatiently. "Well, hurry! Scrape those coals out on the floor. And put some kindling and wood on them. He stood reeling while Lew Snade obeyed; clarity iff brain waa gone: Bruce Kenning was foggy, mentally inert At last they turned for the door. Kenning looked back at the smoking bed of coals from which small flames were beginning to char the dean wood which had been piled atop them. Then he glanced toward the still form of Jack Ham- mond. His chests moving! Lew Snade aid. He aint dea- dKenning straightened groggOy. Again he rubbed his hands over swollen eyes. "He will be, came thickly, as ha pushed Lew Snade through the door. Finally, a bluish lick of fire began to make its way along the floor, inflammable from the spattered grease of cooking. A quarter of an hour passed. A window had cracked from the heat of crawling flame, following upward along the edges of protruding logs. The air had ment came again, the arms rose, moving toward his head, only to aimlessly falL The man groaned. The fire licked closer; it now was beginning to writhe along the crossbeams. Jack Hammond opened hia eyes, taring upward. Something leaped and darted, like the tongue of a monster. Wearily he lowered his lids against the sight But slowly, deeper and deeper into his grudgingly awakening consciousness the knowledge that the air contained a bite, a queer, peculiar, horror-lade- n unpleasant, searfag quality which invaded his every nasal passage and which at last forced itself to his dulled brain. This acrid odor was like the odor of death; sudinstincts were denly woodsmen awakened, sharply and with terror. The smell of fire! Realization full upon him, he strove to rise, only to drop to his knees and weave uncertainly there. At last he began to crawl. From behind him, outside the cabin, had come a peculiar, shifting crackle, ending in a puffing roar, as flame, now eating through the cracked window into the tangled bush, swept up the dry bark of a dead spruce, leaped to the resinous top of a tree and there exploded. It gave Hammond the strength of terror, calling into play all the highly developed forces of recuperative ability bred in him by years of full-needl- tremendous activity. Jack Ham- mond came from a phase of existence where life depended upon huge reservoirs of strength. He gained his feet and reeled to the door. It yielded to the plunging weight of his body; he half-fe- ll outside, into a world of red. But, as yet, there was more noise and smoke- and color than danger. He shook his head, as if to clear it from painful cobwebs. Dazedly he looked about him, arms loose, shoulders sagging. His bloody Jaws contorted. Then he weaved into the half-stumbl- vaiL Soon he had gained the strength to increase his speed to a dogtrot. The wind was spreading the fire swiftly behind him; now no longer were there long intervals between the creeping advance of the flame and the puffing outburst as it reached a tree top. The sound was almost continuous; the forest was lighted as if by flares. 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