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Show THE BULLETIN Batter Up!' Echoes Once More But Woe to the Poor Batter The sharp crack of bat against ball re-$oun-d$ throughout A Bonne QicttOH Serial OH.C WW By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE WNU Sanies SYNOPSIS Jim Cotter, forett ranger, had been mysteriously killed In the pursuit of his duties. Cordon Brock, hie best friend, takes over Cotter's Job, hoping to avenge bis murder. "Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns Breck that the .Tillson brothers, mountain moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble. Before leaving for his mountain station. Breck buys an outfit and decides to attend the public dance run by the Tillaons In Lone Tree. Breck dances with Louise Temple, pretty "cowgirl" for whom he takes a liking. Unknown to Breck. she Is being courted by Art Tillson. youngest of the three Tillson brothers. Angered by Brock's attentions to the girl, be picks a Bght which ends Indecisively when someone sets fire to the hall. Breck and his chief set out for the mountain station. Halfway, they are met by Sierra Slim, moss-bac- k also In the forest mountaineer who-iservice. Breck learns from Sierra that Cotter' down murderer Jim tracking must be done cautiously. Cook, Breck ascent of the and Sierra continue their mountains. They sight the Tillsons. returning to their hideaway. Nest day. Cook sends Breck and Sierra In one direction to repair the telephone line, while he takes another. Sierra tells Breck more about Louise Temple. "That He kid's a thoroughbred." he says. also believes that Art Tillson la not essentially "bad." but is the victim of circumstances. Breck Is directed to go to Rock House Meadow, his permanent base On his wsy, be la the target of a pistol shot from an unseen assailant The bullet misses, but his frightened pack animals bolt and Breck goes la be pursuit Finding a deserted Acabin, moment takes shelter from the rain, later the three Tillson brothers arrive and Breck hides In the cabin loft Breck hears the three discuss a plot against his life Waiting his chance, Breck surprises the brothers and holds them at the point of his gun. Jud, the oldest brother, offers a bribe if Breck will "make no trouble." Breck pretends to take the offer under consideration, lets the men go. Brock's duty is to take count at the annual cattle drive at Rock House Meadow. There be meets Louise Temple who Is running her own cattle. Trapped in a narrow canyon before the onmshlng steers. Brock's quick action saves her from being trampled. He takes her to his cabin over Art Tlllson's protest CHAPTER X Continued She started at the sound of her own name softly spoken. Her dark eyes met his learchinglj. "Why?" At once Breck realized there was do explainable reason for his assurance. He hesitated and Louise spoke first "No pity, thank you. I didn't fish for that rm a ranch woman now, and Fm goinf to make money at it Sometimes I'm sure thaf s the most important thing anyway." Breck answered bluntly from the depths of his own experience. "It isn't!" Outside a thunder of hoofs sounded over the meadow. He stood up and opened the door. The drive was coming through the opposite canyon notch, spreading in a great dark wedge into the bowl until, reaching the drift fence, it halted. Louise left the bunk and stood beside Breck. "I guess your Job has come," she said, "and mine too." 'Til turn this cabin over to you tonight" Breck offered. "You'll rest better." "Don't you think itl I've learned to rest with my back on a rock-pilif only my face Is to the stars." She smiled, adding, "Thanks Just 'the same. An Indian boy is bringing my camp pack. I always spread it near the creek above this station. Cowhands camp on the meadow." The boy came before dark, leading a mule and the girl's blue horse. Breck watched her ride up stream until her small figure vanished in shelter of pine. For two hours, while he moved his possessions into his room, he could hear a rumble of cattle entering the meadow. It was eight o'clock before the last of them poured in and cowboys' fires began to pierce the shadows. By nine full dark had come. He went to the telephone hung in its iron box on a post Just outside the cabin door, cranked four rings to call headquarters, and when Cook answered, gave his report. "The drive is in. Dad. I'm going out now and take a swing around." "All right" the ranger's voice returned. "One circle ought to be enough. Show yourself in a few camps to let them know you're at e, it" Breck hung up, mounted Kit and bowL Campfires were mostly at the fur ther end. near where the black mass of cattle lay against the drift fence. His eyes swept those camps, then, continuing back of the station, fell upon one alone and not far away. Even as he watched, the light blinked as one figure crossed In front of the flames, then another. He wheeled his horse, stopped. None of his business who was up there. He shouldn't see the girl again tonight But that feeling of dissatisfaction wss still upon him. duliy Irritable. He moved ahead. reasoning be would only ride by on patrol. trouble with Art She had thanked him for Art's sakel In spite of her asking him not to, he did consider why she had said it; and guessed the only thing possible. She was in love with the boy. He shook off a stab of Jealousy. Why shouldn't she be? Art was and handsome. He was looking for trouble most of the time, but no fooL Probably would make something of the cattle business if he had the chance. He wondered if Louise knew about the other business. Of course she did. Truth came suddenly. She knew and was trying to pull him out! His hands clenched the saddle horn. Savagely he asked, "What's all this to you? You didn't come for saddle. Simultaneously a rider broke from the herd and dashed Into the nearest pines. Breck raced after him. Blackness of the forest closed in. He could hear the other horse scramble over rock, tried to follow, came to a granite barrier. A game trail must be there, but it was a blind thing, and he was blocked. Behind him, a stampede had started in the meadow. Wheeling, he cut back across the wave of cattle upper end as reached it end plunging into them, turned the rush downward. Once on the move they were easily handled. As they quieted to a walk, he flashed a light on the flanks of those nearest The brands were varied, yet one appeared on more than half the lot JGJ. Satisfied. Breck fell a girll" He had ridden preoccupied, with back, pushed the bunch rapidly sight dimmed by visions of a small down the canyon and in an hour dark face, until now, abruptly, shoved them into the main herd at something pulled him back to his Rock House. Job. His horse, going for a time un still glowed there. Campfires guided, had with keen instinct fol- - Breck went to one close by, swung off and squatted on the ground with a half a dozen cowhands, A offered greetings for alL "Howdy, Ranger?" He turned to a boy at bis side. "Dud, cut off steak and stick it on the fire." "I ate awhile ago," Breck said. "Thanks." And to the boy. "Don't bother, son." He traded news a moment before asking. "Who's outfit is the JGJ?" "JGJ?" the boss repeated. "That's Jackson, John G. Looking for old John G.. are you?" "Yes," Breck answered, Td like to see him. Camped near here?" A lean, worn finger pointed into the night "Yonder. See fire next that rock? That's him." Breck did not rise at once. He wanted the companionship of these men and a share in their talk. But none spoke; no one looked his way. Presently a cowboy stood up, went to a bed roll and began to pull off his boots. Another followed. "Well," said Breck, moving over to his horse, "sorry X wasn't hungry. Thanks again," After he had ridden a short distance from camp, he looked back. The two cowboys had left their bed rolls and were returning to the fire. He found J. G. Jackson sitting Whlte faces ewang In Us direction. with his back against a granite boula veteran of shadows upon it She might be tell- lowed fresh marks that would have der, alone, cow country, in the the been undiscovered from the saddle. ing him to go. of firelight But when he disBrack's first warning was an odor flicker Art wheeled. "Well?" he snapped. mounted and came close to the man, Breck dismounted, dropped his of dust and sweat that pierced the that hardness was gone. reins and cast a casual gaze about fragrance of pine. He halted, peer Jackson's greeting was the usual, The girl had a comfortable camp; ing ahead. The ridge had come to Have you et?" bed roll laid on dry pine needles, a a short notch, with Rock House "Howdy, Ranger. down sat across the fire Breck Meadow down on the left and a small fire for cooking lighted behim, laughing, "This sure is a tween two rocks, and a larger blaze stringer of green running Into brok- from well-fe- d country. I've Just turned for warmth. When his eyes returned en, wooded country to the right one meaL" down to Art Tillson, be saw a set determi- Wind was blowing from the stringer, "Ain't no call for a man to go nation tightening on the boy's Jaw. bearing that unmistakable stench of up here," Jackson asserted. "If you've been sneakln' around," cows. Still there was no sound of hungry over lighting his pipe, He movement their But when paused rode be Art felurted, "I suppose you heard "No matter who he then added, out on the of where grass, strip what I said Just now." be." trees and fell might parted starlight Breck had heard only indistinct For a moment Breck hated the words and the heated retort but through, tracks of many animals of duty. Here was friendliwere enough. plain thought replied. "If you don't want the whole time for listening to an He followed ness; in the direction they meadow to know your business, Devil take the eowsl saw had to yarns. the gone, begin stringer don't yell so loud." him. drove Job the Yet with widen, pines sweeping away Art took a step toward him with "Z have Just be a stream and from itself "Jackson," said, forming fists doubled. "All right I meant more a hundred down than came then boggy brought ground, suddenly what you beard. Suppose we settle from the saddle." of to a head meadthe small edge pothole off it here. Just take your badge ow. A black huddle of steers showed The old man's eyes twinkled over and I'll muss up that smooth face floor. bis pipe bowL "That so? Helll You of yours. There ain't anyone to pull against the Breck approached slowly, circling oughtn't to have took the trouble." the lights out on us like they did to pick up the night rider. These "I guess they're strays," said down below. We'll go through with animals were too well quieted to be Breck. Itl" "Yeah, I reckon so." Breck guessed what he was sup- alone. He shifted Ine his saddle, and silike a then trumpet-blarin "With a night rider behind them." the Some Jealposed to have overheard. Jackson put down his pipe. ous boast before Louise. He looked lence, an old cow bawled at him. White faces swung In his direc- "Meanin which." at young Tillson, more amused than horns tossed above the dark tion; "They were being shoved out of angry. There was little enough to mass. It began to move, suddenly, Rock House before the count" be Jealous about What could be set"Any of my stuff among 'em?" tled by a fist fight? Nothing; unless like a great pool of water released. He spurred Kit upward to pre"More than half the bunch." Louise thought he was a coward. vent the from over drive the going (TO BE CONTINUED) She stood up. Breck shifted his to met her and her, eyes glance searched them, yet felt nothing in their level gaze. "Look here. Art," he said at last "you and I have nothing to settle with fists. One of us gets whipped tonight tomorrow things are back Excavations in a British housing eral iron spearheads, a few knives, where we started." project at Rlseley, Kent brought umboes, or raised center bosses, of "Yeah, but someone hereabouts to light 20 skeletons with fragments shields. Iron buckles, bronze fibulae, would know who's the best man." of swords, shields, and some ceram- or brooches, and other personal Breck laughed. "She can proba- ic specimens. The Dartford society adornments. In one grave was an bly tell that without a battle. And which thereupon supervised the dig- exceptionally large skeleton with a if you want to ask her, I'll be on my ging, unearthed 50 more graves and heavy sword and a shield umbo with way." He paused, one foot lifted to Identified the site as a Jutish ceme- the metal grip still in position. The bis stirrup. "Just one thing. Don't tery of about 450 A, D. A similar one instance, so far, of valuables ssy you backed me down. You'd cemetery had been discovered a being found was in the grave of a have to prove that later." mile to the north in 1868, reports a female; here were five gold brooches and four beads of ameArt shrugged indifferently. Argu- writer In the New York Times. About the only near contemporary thystine quartz. The brooches were ment had cooled him somewhat and had drawn the flush of rage from authority on the Jutes is the Venera- circular with filigree work and prehis face. He rolled a cigarette, and ble Bede (700). He relates that they cious stones inset also went to his horse. formed the third of the Teutonic The amethyst beads are similar "You're pretty good at talkin', tribes to invade Britain in the Fifth to some found at Sarre in 1884; acmister," he flung back. "I reckon century and calls the people cording to a British museum authorI'll have to go packln' a dictionary "Iutae." They chiefly settled in Kent, ity the Riseley finds represent the instead of a the Isle of Wight and contiguous westernmost limits of a kind of He mounted in a lithe spring, Hampshire, never returned to the ornament peculiar to Kent defied his hat to Louise, let his Continent and were gradually abhorse rear once and dashed away, sorbed by the Angles and the SaxNew Blind Maa'a Bad The children of native Australia proudly erect and snowing bis full ons. The society reports that the ma- play a ' game resembling "blind sense of victory. As Breck swung to his saddle Lou- jority of the burials were shallow, man's buff." Initiating the moveise crossed the firelight to him. about two feet deep. In one isolat- ments of a stinging insect the chil"You did a fine thing Just now. Cor- ed spot a Roman cinerary urn and dren run around making a buzzing don Breck, and I thank you for It in another in the center of a road a noise, and the one doing the buzzDon't consider why I say so you circular "cist" were found; these ing, without opening his eyes, enseem to indicate that the Saxons deavors to catch a playmate. If might only make a wrong guess." With that she turned away and were not the first to use this field successful he buzzes loud In the ear of the captiv and pinches him la Breck rode from her camp. She as a burin! site. had thaiUed him fur keeping out of Among the objects found are sev imitation of a sting. hot-head- gray-whisk- m or batter can be beaned by a pitched ball which goes 60 feet, 6 inches in less than half a second. Both must think Kith lightning rapidity. wwy N h y " fix SPEED obout 60 2 MILES FT. In less per MINUTE then half second YXi b&&& V "i er gray-haire- d "You seem to know." "I do." She leaned back from the table and away from him. Color of ex- -' cltement left her cheeks, her eyes held only their level gaze. "Who are you?" she asked. "Why are you here?" With regret Breck felt their warm contact of common Interest slip away. "I'm a forest ranger," he answered, "working at my Job." sat scanning the meadow At his side the stream talked noisily, human In its wide range of tone, from low guttural voices to silvery laughter. It covered the sound of his horse's hoofs and also any words that might have come from the camp, until abruptly a man's quick retort broke through. There was anger in its suddenness, and a threat in the silence that followed. With no hesitation Breck pushed past the thicket and into the girl's camp. He saw Louise sitting on her saddle, chin propped in both hands. Art Tillson standing before her. Tillson whirled as he approached and on his face was Jealous rage. Breck looked at the girt "How are you, Louise?" "She's aU right I " Art cut in. "Don't need anything now." With he sarcasm, added, scoffing "Thanks for comin' up!" Then be turned his back. Louise lifted her face to Breck, but he could not read through the America April 17 as another big league season starts. All turn-tite- r long the man at the plate and the man behind it face ftro of basebalTs toughest assignments. The photo-diagrabelow shows how easily a catcher hard-face- d Joe DLHaggiOf New York Yankee slugger, demonstrates a batter's coordination of mind and muscle. Especially for both safety and success Is the way Joe keeps his ball from the time it leaves the pitcher's hand. on the eyes note-tvort- hy old-time- r's In the above two pictures DiMaggio illustrates how he puts his shoulders and full weight behind the bat as he brings the old hickory around to connect with the ball. Notice that full attention is still on the ball, a rule that holds in any sport. Jutish Cemetery of About 450 A. D. Found in Kent; Graves Were Shallow six-gun- l" . h is shown to advantage in Jolting Joe's strong these last two continuous action pictures of his swing symphony. follow-throug- |