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Show THE STORY SO FAR: Ellen Carey lni Interested In Jeff Brand, dashinc rustler, and Calhoun Terry, ranch man-acer. man-acer. Four rustlcri are mysteriously killed. Suspicion fastens on Terry and hit associates. But Jeff kills Jack Tur- 4t Jt CHAPTER XXVin "Better lie there on the bed," Terry Ter-ry said, without looking round. "Let Larry have your rifle." Jeff looked at Terry's flat, strong back with cold dislike. This was a nice pickle to be in. Without knowing know-ing it, he had come to rescue an enemy, and by another queer topsyturvy topsy-turvy quirk the man had saved him. "How soon will your friends get here?" Larry asked. "I reckon they are gathering quick as they can." "I sent Lee Hart out to pass the word. My guess would be, In another an-other hour and a half." After a pause, "We can't stand them off another hour and a half," Terry said. A sinister light quickened Jeff's face. He said ironically: "You'll be able to make a nice deal for yourselves your-selves now. They won't have two to hang, but one is better than none." Terry did not answer. Larry flushed angrily. "You have a fine way of making friends, Jeff," he said. "I'm particular about who my friends are," Brand jeered. "I've noticed that. A scoundrel like Lee Hart who shoots from back Df a wall at a man not expecting it A bullypuss ruffian like Jack Tur-ley. Tur-ley. A scalawag like" "Don't talk about Turley being my friend," Jeff interrupted. "I killed him this morning." Larry stared at him. "Howctwne you to kill Turley?" "We found out he was the traitor who shot Jim Tetlow and the other boys. I gave him an even-Stephen break, which was more than the skunk deserved. We found the blood money in his cabin." "They've stopped the wagon," Larry interrupted. "Someone has brought in a horse without a rider. Looks like the roan you were on. Bet a dollar they have recognized the horse and are having a pow-wow about it." "It looks like only one of us may be dead In ten minutes," Jeff snarled. "I'll take that rifle now, Larry. I aim to go out In smoke." Larry looked at the Diamond Reverse Re-verse B manager. "Give it to him," Terry said, his gaze fixed on the outlaw. "But don't make a mistake, Brand. I wouldn't have chosen it that way, but we're all in this tight together. We all come out of it alive or none of us do. Let me do the talking; that is, if any of us get a chance to do any with these fellows." "We're getting a chance, all right," Larry cried. "Someone is running out a white flag from back of the barn." Terry walked to the door, unbolted unbolt-ed it, and waved the flour sack. Ellison and Sunday Brown came out of the barn and walked toward the house. When they were about forty yards distant the No, By Jo manager man-ager shouted a question. "What made you run away, Terry?" Ter-ry?" he demanded irritably. "You might have got killed." The Diamond Reverse B man waited until they were nearer. "So we might," he agreed, sarcasm riding rid-ing his voice. "Whether we ran or whether we stayed. Your hired killers kill-ers are too ready with their guns, Ellison. I told you it would be that way." Into Larry's face beneath the tan dark blood swept. "Your hired killers kill-ers have been plugging at us for a couple of hours. You're no better than that dead wolf Turley you were telling us about. The sooner you are run out of the country the better." Larry had made a slip, and Ellison Elli-son pounced on it. "Did I mention Turley? How do you know he was the man?" "Never mind how I know. He has nothing to do with our complaint Against you. I'm going to see that it gets Into the Denver papers that you attacked us." Sunday Brown spoke for the first time. "Who is the man that slipped into the cabin a little while ago?" Terry looked at him bleakly. "You wounded the man, whoever he is. That's enough for one day. I advise ad-vise you-all to mount your horses and get out of here while you can." "Don't try the high and mighty with hip, Terry." the No, By Joe rnanagT advised, restraining his temper with difficulty. "I'm asking you two questions, and I don't intend in-tend to leave till I get answers. The first is, how do you know Turley was killed, unless you were in on the job? The second is, who did you carry into the cabin a little while ago?" "You're out of luck in your questions. ques-tions. Ellison," drawled Terry. "We won't answer either of them." A man appeared In the doorway of tlif house. He leaned against the jartb for support, but the rifle in his hands was quite steady. "You've got me so plumb scared that I expect I'd better answer yore questions, Ellison," he said, not raising rais-ing his voice. "I'f the guy In the cabin, hni I'm the one who told them about Turley. 1 knew about it because 1 shut him this morning Maybe I'm one of the men you're looking for " INSTALLMENT FOURTEEN ley, who turns out to be a spy for the bit ranchers. The latter bring a lot of Teias ei-peace officers to wipe out the rustlers by actually UUini them off. Calhoun protests and persuades the owner own-er of his ranch to sell It In small par- -i ti i. 1. u f T JC TP w W I The color slowly drained from Ellison's El-lison's gray face. His guess was that Brand meant to kill him now. CHAPTER XXIX Sunday Brown said: "I don't know who you are, young fellow, but yore own words convict you and I'm arresting ar-resting you." "I'm standing in the doorway waiting for you to try it." Brand answered. "Just a moment," Terry said. "To avoid any mistakes, Larry and I are declaring ourselves. All three of us are in this tight together. You're not taking one without the others." "I'll do the talking for our side, Sunday," Ellison told the Texan. "No need for guns to smoke here." "It's been such a nice, friendly : afternoon Mr. Ellison would hate to have trouble start now," jeered Jeff. "Tell your crowd to get the hell out of here before the boys come to help Jeff, unless you want a real war on yore hands," said Larry. Brand offered a suggestion. "Why drag anybody else into this, Mr. Ellison? You don't like my way of life, and not a thing about you pleases me. We can settle this right here in three seconds with six- r His guess was that Brand meant to kill him now, guns. If you feel lucky, start smoking." smok-ing." "I don't fight duels with outlaws," Ellison replied curtly. "No, you hire killers to shoot 'em down from ambush. You go raiding their homes with sixty gunmen at yore back." Brand's voice was heavy with scorn. "When you open the pot you have a pat hand, and you sure play it close to the belly." Ellison stood stiff and straight "I don't explain my conduct to thieves," he said shortly. "Meaning me, Mr. Ellison?" Jeff asked gently, his light, blank eyes very steadily fixed on the No, By Joe manager. Terry stepped in front of the leader lead-er of the regulators, to prevent the rustler from getting a shot at him. The three defenders moved back into the house and watched. They had not long to wait. The Invaders ran out the white rag again to indicate in-dicate the battle was over. Men and horses poured out of the barn and from the creek bed into the open. Cal gave Brand a wet towel with which to bathe his hot face while he unfastened the bandage around the ankle and washed the wound. He tied another handkerchief around the leg. , The rescuers arrived about an I hour later, Roan Alford and Bill Herriott at their head. A flour sack was nailed to the back door of the Hart cabin, but Roan spread his men and approached carefully. The cabin might be filled with enemies ready to turn loose a blast of gunfire gun-fire at them. Bill Herriott came forward alone, waving a white handkerchief. Terry stepped out of the house to meet him. "What are you doing here?" Herriott Her-riott asked curtly. Full explanations followed. Terry and Richards rode with the party as far as the Box 55. They were not very welcome. The members mem-bers of the rescue posse made that clear Wild rumors circulated. Lane Carey and his daughter came out of the ranch house to get the news. From a little distance Terry watched Ellen's face as the men eased Brand from the saddle so that he would not have to put any weight on his wounded leg He could see her breath catch and the intent fear in her eyes Jeff limped forward, an arm around the shoulder of Roan Alford. "Back from the war," he told Ellen. El-len. "With a sure-enouKh hero story celt to small ranchers. Terry and hit foreman, Larry, are Bred upon by the bit owners' Invadlnt army and they And cover In a small cabin. There, too, Jeff toes. Wounded, he Is dratted Into the cabin by Terry. if tf for you. Only trouble it two other guys were the heroes." I "We had better have him carried upstairs," Ellea said to her father. "He can have the spare room." Jeff shook his head. "Sorry, but I have to say "No, thanks," lady. If I stay here these Texas wolves would be liable to collect the only scalp I have. The boys are going to take me to Round Top in your wagon." wag-on." Ellen had Jim bring down a mattress mat-tress and put it on the porch. The wounded man lay down on it protesting pro-testing that there was no sense in babying him. The girl made him a pitcher of cool lemonade and he drank several glasses of it She waved a good-bye at him as the ' guarded wagon rolled down the j road. Watching her, Terry thought there i was a kind of light, flying grace in ' the girl's movements. "Will you tell me all about it-Just it-Just what happened?" she asked. Larry described their adventure In detail. "I expect they hated to let Jeff go," Larry concluded. "The blamed idiot stood in the doorway and told Ellison he was the man who had killed his spy Turley." Ellen gave a little groan. "Did you say that Jeff . . . killed Turley?" Tur-ley?" she asked. "Yes." The color had washed out of Ellen's El-len's face. "I'm responsible for Tur-ley's Tur-ley's death," she said in a low monotone. mon-otone. "I . . . told Jeff the man might be Turley, and I said the writing on the note left by the killer looked like his." "Then you did a service to this district" Terry told her bluntly. "Don't worry about that. The fellow fel-low had to be killed." "Yes, but why did I do it? I might have known what Jeff would do. And I wasn't sure. Maybe Maybe maybe Turley wasn't the right man." "They found the money in his cabin. cab-in. He was the right man." Larry nodded reassurance. "He's better dead. Don't waste any pity on him." "You're so sure about that, aren't you?" the girl cried in passionate protest. "Only God can make a life, but it's all right to cut one off if you take a fancy to play at being His agent." Terry explained gently: "When a mad dog is loose it has to be shot to protect people." "Calhoun is right, Ellen," Carey agreed. "You are not in the least to blame, but you surely would have been if you had concealed any information in-formation you had about the identity of the killer." Lane brushed the doubts of his daughter aside as of no weight. "What happened to any number of better men is of importance. impor-tance. I am thinking about the outcome out-come of this raid. I don't see how a pitched battle can be avoided, and if so a great many will be killed. Isn't that your view, Calhoun?" "Yes, and Ellison's men will be defeated in the end. This invasion has been botched from the beginning. begin-ning. The Texans won't escape without with-out heavy loss unless they get out at once." "Why did Mr. Ellison start so crazy a thing?" Ellen cried. "Isn't there any way to stop it? Can't you do something, Mr. Terry?" Calhoun shook his head. "How can I, since both sides distrust me and I have influence with neither? I have thought of one thing to ask the government to send troops from Fort Garfleld to stop the war. I have no influence at Washington. Mr. Powers probably has, if I could get word to him. Larry and I are going go-ing to town. I'll see Horace Gar-vey Gar-vey and try to get him to join me in a wire." "Good. I'll come to town as soon as I can get off. That will be after the down stage passes," said Carey. Larry went with Carey to saddle fresh horses from the Box 55 corral. Terry started with them but was detained by Ellen's voice, smaller small-er in volume than usual. "Just a minute, please, Mr. Terry." Ter-ry." He waited, his gaze on her. "I want to 'fess up," she said at last. "You must think I'm a dreadful dread-ful little prig, the way I have treated treat-ed you." His voice sounded cold, because he was keeping a tight rein on hit emotions. "I haven't any complaint, Miss Carey," he began. "1 didn't like you," she admitted "1 thought you were horrid. And 1 was wrong. In all this dreadful business nobody has been as right as you." The color tn her eyes deepened deep-ened as she looked at him. Her heart was fluttering against her ribs, and she told herself not to be a fool "It was splendid. th -vay you ran out of the cabin to get Jeff. I know you don't like him. But you went just the same." "I like him as well as he does me," Calhoun said wryly. The girl was in love with Brand of course He had no doubt of that He nodded good-bye to ner stiffly and walked away to juin her fath.-i and Larry at the coital. RF.COMIM EDi |