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Show THE BULLETIN Tn rmi iiniifflrhed HBonfll I ivy- - ... cjrw vjiyy D D. APPLETON CIIAPTEB -- CENTURY CO. By H. C WIRE and glanced down at his horse, She came back. "A palomino!" For a fleeting moment the terror seemed eased from her face. "Your name is Walt Gandy! You're the man Bill Hullister sent 1 1 7IIERE the gray Nevada desert ruse in one tremendous sweep to form a bench against the Emigrant Mountains, Walt Candy came upon the first water that he had seen in thirty six hours. Three iron for!" troughs were arranged Then she moved in close to him. on the slope of a hill cove. Water her brown head back to look tipping fell from an inch pipe and dripped from the end overflow of each into hif face, and once again he felt an amazing wonder at this girL trough into one lower, making cool music in a land that for a hundred Savagely her rifle barrel poked his miles had been dry, barren and ribs. Something more than terror flashed into her eyes. desolate. "Listen!" she said. "If you ever Halting, Gandy looked about. In this heat of noontime, cattle should tell a soul, anybody, that you saw be here, drinking or lying under the me here today, I'll have to shoot e brake that fringed the you! Don't you even mention it to -- stair-fashio- n palo-verd- hill above. There were none. Sunspot, his pale gold horse, turned bright eyes upon the water; an eager ear flicked back toward his master. Walt Gandy moved on and dismounted at the highest trough. He loosened his cinches, slipped off the bridle and hung it on the saddle horn. Then he slapped a gloved hand on the pale gold neck. "Fill up, old beer keg!" he said. The palomino nibbled at the water and thrust his muzzle In thirstily; but the man stood scanning the far reach of bench over which he had come. He was young, under thirty, and brown, with lean, hard-bodie- d steady dark eyes that took in all they looked at, gave nothing back. In this watchful moment he was something more than just another cowpuncher on the move. His chaps were smooth leather, undecorated, made for work. He wore short black boots and a blue cotton shirt His thin war bag, rolled in a blanket, was tied behind his addle. Turning from his sweep of the desert, he drank from the iron pipe, then went back to where bis palomino, full of water, was having a contented doze. He took down the bridle and held it out. But as the bit chain rattled, the pale gold ears flattened. The horse clamped his teeth. His eyes remained closed. Walt Gandy looked at him. "You know," he said sadly, "one of these days I'm going to kill you." At that the bright eyes opened and Sunspot thrust his head out for the bit It was not until Walt Gandy was In his saddle and had reined from the trough, that with a start he discovered the other horse. very fact that Bill Hollister'a letter had been brief, without details, had Jerked him instantly into the saddle. Those men who, two by two, ride the border patrol, facing the daily curse of bitter winds or blasting sun, or the more certain unpleasantness of a sniper's bullet come in time to know each other well in deed. It is not a matter of their spoken words. What they have talked about in endless night camps is passing. But in action each has measured the other everlastingly. Give any two men three unbroken years of it and they will come through like aces back to back. Bill Hollister and Walt Gandy had been like that; Hollister, the older and more steady one, backing up young Candy's less cautious play. Three years . . . they could hold long conversation with the glance of an eye or the turn of a head; thought was telegraphic. They were two men whose teamwork was as smooth and sure as the drawing of their guns. They had separated only because of an offer that any man would be a fool to turn down. Both were ranch born and both knew inwardly that some day the urge would come when they would seek an unfenced rangeland, build there and take "Hold en there!" said Gandy. been nipped by fall, came to a running stream and then timber. splashed through the water, his lope unchecked. They moved on be neath a dark canopy of the forest Sun-sp- So engrossed was Gandy In ot dis- covering the fine points of this new country, that for a time he rode forgetful of existing trouble, which was his real reason for being here. It came back to him abruptly for the second time today he was looking into the muzzle of a gun. "Now then," he said under his breath, "you'd better wake up!" The palomino pony of his own accord had swerved left upon a beaten trail and had followed a wire fence that went snakewise from trunk to trunk of the pine trees. Now a split pole gate blocked the bath, one end hinged against a high post into which had been burned the name of this ranch C C Gandy drew' sudden rein before the threatening gun. Here was the end of his two weeks' riding. In a clearing below him, less than a quarter of a mile away, the CC ranch buildings sprawled irregularly, forming in a haphazard fashion a rectangular compound. Yet instantly, before details were clear, he was aware of a desolation about the place. Next moment the reason was clear. Corrals were va- cant A bunk shack door gaped half open. No sign of life showed in the yards nor around any of the buildings; over the C C ranch hung the emptiness of complete desertion. Then more strange than that discovery, was the silence of this man who had stepped into the trail, rifle leveled. He had given no order. It was as if a gray shadow had suddenly appeared there. But there root That homing urge had settled was nothing unreal about the threat upon Bill Hollister first. Up here in of his gun. Nevada he had done well; Hollister Hands on his saddle horn Walt was foreman of the C C now, d Gandy stared down, bringing his man to the mighty Cash Cam- eyes to bear upon the man after eron, and running a bunch of his their quick shift over the CC lay- - d right-han- I ! old-time- the gate. That sense of staring at a desert ed ranch came again as his glance swept the array of sheds, corrals, the long low house, yet found no sign of life. A windmill clanked in a creek bottom. On the bank above it was a garden patch. Under the high sun details stood out clearly, and there seemed mute evidence of something in the way a saddle had been left on the ground near the k door. With a queer open feeling he saw a child's swing close to one end of the main house, the long ropes looped from a pine tree branch. Life had been here, not long ago . . . Suddenly Walt Gandy froze with the chill of an unwanted thought He had come too late! He bent his head and shouted down at the man. "What's happened here?" For the first time the distorted face showed understanding. Yet the winded voice gasped up only, "Get out!" A bent thumb pulled back the rifle hammer. Gandy yelled. "Wait you! Where's Bill Hollister, foreman of this place. Where Is he? Hollister knows me." The unblinking gray eyes continued to drill him. Gandy waved toward the house, mutely questioning. And then the man said, "Gone. They've gone to the inquest at Emigrant" At the word inquest Walt Gandy started in his saddle. He leaned low to shout again but the gun whipped upward into his face. Then a sudden tremor shook the twisted body, and the old man stood rubbing at his tightening throat Hoarsely he managed, "There's been a killing here! You get out!" bunk-shac- boot mino relentlessly on the prod these past two weeks, he had cause now to reach the end of his trail at once. That girl knew him. Then others might know him. She even knew that he had been sent for by Bill Hollister. She knew too much! Walt Gandy was off his own range, unfamiliar with the land and only guessing vaguely at the trouble which had brought him here. A partner had sent far him, and the There was a momentary urge to tell her who he was, offer her his V Ruth Wyeth Spears e PA D WITH COTTON ' V' MU5l!fNMSTS0TO LL"CJ 1 REMOVI MA6AZ1NE stitch. 8i?TE4y nhfd FRINGE AND BUT- TONS' TUFT BY 1 SEWING THROUGH ARMS, BACK AND 1 1 WTftNmfZWt II II M fta-V- . lister. Emigrant was unusually populat- ed for a Wednesday afternoon. He swung his palomino along the first block where hitch racks were crowded solid. All riding stock of the range seemed to be in here today. More horses stood tied to brush clumps out on the open flat behind store buildings. The second block was jammed with buckboards and spring wagons, and to Walt Gandy, hunting for a tie spot, it looked as if there could not be a man, woman or child left out upon the ranches.' They were all here in town at the coroner's inquest over a killing. He wheeled into the wide maw of a livery barn and rolled from his saddle. An attendant sprang to take the palomino pony by the bridle, a gaunt man, stooped, pale-eye(TO BE COXTIXUEDJ 5J MLljfffflB HpHIS chair, now so smart In its sateen cover, button tufting and moss fringe trimming, barely escaped the trash burner. It had been such a comfortable chair that everyone hated to see it go. Sis said it was and positively untidy. Someone suggested it might be covered. Mother said that wouldn't be a bad idea if it could be padded first! That gave Sis a brain wave. Why not tuft it? By pushing a long darning needle back and forth through the cover, padding and openings in the wicker? She had been wanting a tufted chair, so work NOTE: Detailed directions for changing an old iron bed into the latest style are given in Mrs. Spears' Book No. 3; also how to make "The Rug That Grew Up With the Family." Thirty other fascinating ideas for Hornem If you want to use this idea, better clip it out now for back numbers cannot be supplied. Don't delay in sending name and address with 10 cents coin for Book No. 3. Send order to: ak-er- s. out-of-da- te MKS. KUTH WYETH SPEABS Drawer II Mew York Bedford Bins Enclose 10 cents for Book No. S. Mama Address began at once. The sagging arm rest, magazine holder and frayed-ou- t wicker around the legs were removed. 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CITY THE 1W HUE MOTEL Choice oftheDiscriminatingTrayclcr mm 1 s tp ..." dark-eye- d north. If he had G'ANDY loped to keep his palo- lr- d CHAPTER II here?" pin-tiler'- white-face- north." He turned from her; turned back again to give himself a lasting memory of this girl, as she stood on the bank above him, the sunny hills behind her, a rifle glinting across her body. Then upon Walt Candy's brown face came a slow, disarming grin. "You've got me sidestepping, all right; backed clear off the lotl And I don't even know your name." Her voice came quietly. "You will." He stopped on a pjvoting the draw. Beaten by a girl with a rifle. Walt grinned at her. "I will be darned!" he said fervently. "You must have practiced that some!" "And I've practiced hitting what I aim at" said the girl. "Put your hands up!" Gandy put his hands up only as far as his shirt pockets. He drew out tobacco and papers and began to roll a cigarette. Licking the paper edge and shaping a perfect brown cylinder, he studied the surprising person before him. She was more than surprising. She was a wonder! That conclusion came immediately. Undecorated brown chaps as as his own covered her slim straight legs. Her short boots had the look of being fitted to a stirrup through many a day of long riding. She stood a little spraddled, like a boy, her small, neat body as lightly balanced as a fighter's ready in the ring. But then Walt Gandy caught the terror hidden deep within her face, and he flipped away his cigarette, unlightcd. "Who are you?" she demanded suddenly. "And what are you doing His name was known well help. enough among men who patrolled those red and broken hills down along the Mexican border. "Walt Gandy" might even mean something to her. Walt wished suddenly that it did. All at once he wanted to explain himself to this girl, find some common ground of talk that would draw him into her friendship. He did not explain. Stvadily for these two weeks he had been lamming his palomino pony north across the deserts, answering a one-time urgent summons. It was best that for a little longer he keep himself unknown. But then with a queer feeling he heard the girl s;iy: "I'll bet any-- ' thing I know who you are!" Still covering him, she took a of the gully quick step to the "But" Walt began. She prodded him with the gun. "I mean it! Every word! Are you going to promise?" Her look was unwavering, desperate. Until he knew the meaning of this, there was no argument. Gandy nodded. The girl stepped back. "Thank you," and in those two words, spoken huskily, was more than a moment's gratitude. "I suppose you're headed for the C C ranch," she finished. "It's three miles due north. Now you'd better ride." Still she continued to look at him, and Gandy waited; and her next words he knew were definitely a command. "Don't leave the bench top. When you reach timber, pull into It and keep Herefords with the out What he saw held him rigid. Back in the tangle of hills he had Gandy also, in this matter of passed through a brake of weather-distorte- d along, had nothing to kick junipers, the bare red about He had left the service and trunks and uplifted branches looking picked up good money as a feeder like grotesque human shapes. Here and livestock broker. There was a before him was one of those things little game of thinning down Mexi come to life. can cattle on a dry diet so that The man had been big once, for when they were weighed, crossing the bones that made the size of him the border northward, the duty was now were huge and hard and the small. On U. S. soil they could be were like hammerheads. But joints quickly fattened again . . . and the something had happened. His back profit was Walt Candy's. He knew had collapsed and twisted to the cattle, and he knew men, but he left, and both his left arm and leg missed something lank Bill Hollis- had shriveled. He was old. Gray ter to cuss him out occasionally. hair lay against his bony head as Almost Imperceptibly he was beas a skullcap. His eyes were tight ing lifted into an atmosphere of a gray, sunken, with the cold inclean, bracing sharpness, that after tensity of a desert hawk's. his days on the heat-heav- y lowlands, "Hold on there!" said Gandy. was as potent as wine. The land r. Look continued its gentle upward slant "Just a minute, He broke here for he off, now the an from of and eminence bench his glance swept far over saw then that the man was deaf. The cold gray eyes blinked. Words the new country, and his cattleman's eye approved of what It saw. came up gasping and winded. "Get He passed slantwise through a gap out!" The gun, jerked. Walt Gandy shook his head and in the red hills, crossed a meadow with grass underfoot that had not made a sign of not understanding. He considered the warped piece of humanity. Not crazy. But the man would shoot There was no mistaking the glare of those gray eyes. They were filled with suspicion. Of him? Once more he looked beyond own CCs. heel. "We'll meet again?" "Yes," she answered. "Soon." Walt Gandy considered. He was stranger in this country. Only one man knew his purpose here. Better that he ride on now, investigate later; but then it came to him that this hidden horse and its secretive rider might have much to do with a trouble toward which he had been pushing for the greater part of two weeks. He touched up Sunspot and rode on only until a ridge slope dropped him out of sight of the spring. "Stay here, you!" he told the palomino, swinging off. Crawling back up the slope he reached the ridge top and looked over . . . full view into the face of someone crouched on the other side! Walt Candy's gun was in the bottom of his war bag. Why should he come riding into Nevada armed like Billy the Kid? Yet he blinked now with a sudden cold certainty that even if his border service thirty-eight had sagged there at his belt he would have been fairly beaten in work-scarre- me!" Yv WNU SERVICE Story of Mystery Action and I.ove in the Land of the Six-Gu- ' n! Marked Man" is the story of square jawed, hard riding Walt Gandy who is summoned to Nevada by his old range partner, Bill Hollister. In grave trouble, Hollister needs Gandy's help. Eager to get into the fray, Walt is surrounded by a wall of silence and intrigue. Something is definitely wrong at the C C ranch, owned by old Cash Cameron and managed by Hollister. Cameron's beautiful daughter, Helen, seems to have the answer, but it is locked within her. 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