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THE BILLINGS COUNTY PI('~EER -- S i lii iiii i ii i -,Mule Track Money -| 1 o ure.ewsoaoer S cate. THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody match was struck. Immediately the I rode a traveled trail. Jones and Oeorge Fury had ridden into yellow candle-light welled up softly. [ But down below in the cabin Isl~A[E? FARM? You're crazier Paynev,le as stransers. Melody was mrs- Cherry's chin jerked around, her i George now left behind, Melody IV Jr than you, look Hampl" 'CENTRAL, GIMME .~k.en for the outlaw, Monte Jarred. Men- eyes astonished. ] Jones was. making no new fr!ends. Banty McCann spat contemptuously FLIVVER 6-828! ' to s slrl, Cherry, rushed them out of 'Pb~ first htno~ ~ she saw was Royal [ "I don't know way I'm not mrougn - and hitched up his overall pants. town, but Melody returned to meet Boone, sitting against the wall. He ; with men," Cherry said .bitterly. t He glared up at Hamp Anderson. The auto to auto telephone is near Lee. Leaving town they run into Cherry. wasn't looking happy. A trickle of [ have a mighty poor opinmn at worn- "I ain't no farmer. Who wants to at hand. The American Telephone goOVerp weringto the shackLee'whereMelodYMonteand hasCherryhid blood was running into his left eye ] en, what few of 'em I've known, mess with a truck crop when the and Telegraph company announcea the express money. Luke packer, the from a broken eyebrow, and he was I But ff they don't have more sense mast is as good as it is this year? that it will soon be in operation to. iasurance cop, ts there, and is killed by fuzzily trying to rub it clear with ~than the smartest, man that ever Hogs will be fat as butterballs by gether with house to ear and office a bullet fired through the window, me,- one straw-haired wrist. His gun [walked, this race is m a neu at a Thanksgiving. Farm? Phoney[" to car phone talks. returned the sheriff and his men were in the cabin but the body was missing. From the widky-tall~ we proiffegs melody naked ff they could go if thcy gO the oabby-gnbby. told where the loot was hidden. There . e . was considerable debate. After the war, possibly before' an automobile will have a telephone -- CHAPTEK XIII o an health man and boy Royal Boone was ge g " number. The wife will put in a call o* . v v [ . v,=o ann you want to trai se the ;.v ,~ " [feet concealing a eertam groggmess woods ip from the house and a buzzer ~m the "Do you swear to that?" -- -- ' " " " In- ration, . eel: "them nogs'tt xat~en dashboard will buzz. "I swear it o~ my sacred honor," She saw surprise, and a pleasant [by movements o~.great .ae oe a" thelrselves. While they're doln' that laid Sheriff Thingan piously, unbelief, come across Royal Boone's IHe mha:.~, aanjaai:t~t%2n:l~re` you can work, acre of cukes" M;]oTlod: ebxPr:n$.S box is right over--" rou h cut face His dangling six. [heels, n cg g -- . . " Prestof The automobile becomes g " . . -- ,z. ~ ~.~ -aid heavilv "be- A s~out, round-faced woman came part ear, part house, part office and straightened up and levema .~= = .=.c -~ o ~, y g . gun," - " '-is here" The dis out and eased her bulk into a spe- part phone boothl Melody stopped there, with all the rock-steady at the point Cherry I cause ~ ~ep~ n " ciall wind suddenly gone out of him, as ,rned and looked at the room[ gruntled bad temper of an impact- . ~ y reu~orcea rocker. . ~amp -" " " i ~.^~ ~^ ~,e on his ~naerson raise, a nan, m nls wise- But if the boss con get you by if he had been kicked in the stem- Melody Jones was there. He had I ~'.^~"='~'~c"c~n.:~P"~ "~llers~ was fly. brimmed hat. "Howdy, Aunt Mat. phone that way it marks the end ach. By a horse He had caught found some of the over~urnea can- i vv,cc. ""= ~"" "~ .% W~w o-o ~, a li htin ing out of here, and leaving that om ~"". George Fury's eye, and had seendies, and was methodic fly g g I~ =,~ ~^ ~ ~t ~ celt like "Fair to mlddlin',I reckon of the automobile as a pleasure re- there such unholy terror as George ~--" one t w,u c.~ ~o,o= ' hicle. mere, o.c ,# . ti in the dar a let ~amp ~ou-all taikin' cukes~ Tom Fury had never shown before. For Cherry looked at him while Mow [and shoo ng l~, nd - . -*-- ' -- " I tin" off "our "as and losing our a~ways um like to raise em but he only a fraction of an instant he disillusionment choked her. "W~at I, s s-,never could, ' One of the chief charms of an auto failedto understandwh~t this I horses--it was me hung onto the . . eat era.' Tender- has always been that you could get ~ I reall-- need " nestled Aunt Mat raised a corner of IllIlllIllIIItrIllllllll r meant e checked apron to her eyes when away from it all No matter what Then he knew what was the mat: 'Tell 'era how you held onto him, she mentioned her late husband might happen, nobody could get you ter. He knew why Luke Packer s Cherry said to Royal Boone.f shoe ish Hamp cocked an eye upward and"on the phone and, after you had body was no longer on the bunk. He shoot her a glance o p cored dici,pulled over into a sidestreet, say-- ,p ju ously at the sky 'Like "Sorry, I guess I have the wrong ,hostility "Well I--I held onto him, 1 be a dr " " " And he knew where it must be n w. ]|l/ |'/|J|| l ~ I/ he said truculently "He's here ain't ~an'--? wTntatllo"'--" ?~t:~ Uta~t~' number." George Fury had put the body of Luke Packer on top of the express,| [ I I~ he? He shore is!" ' mon~ ~" ~xy e y * II "He shore is " Cherry admitted, y" box in the cache. ' " a "~ure wish you womu son sam Add the telephone call to the red "If ever I git out of this darn lookmg at Melody wzth a disgust th t ' ' . ~un~ ~a~. ~m'~ nan a crop smce light, the detour sign, the motor. country," Melody said, "Iain t nov- was near to natrea, cycle cop and the federal car tax, er coming back!" A brisk heated argument now went and what have you got? Certainly "What?" Sheriff Thingan demand- briefly round and round, like a bear not added comfort. ' ed. "What? What's that got to do with a grip on its own tail, as the --.-. with it?" peace officers sought to determine "Well--nothing, I suppose," Melo- dy admitted. "Don't you try balking on me!" Thingan snapped. His eyes seemed to have drawn closer together, and his whole face had darkened as the man changed. The dandyish white mustache remained foolish looking, like something stuck there with paste. "Come on, come on, come on--have I got all night?" "Come on?" Melody repeated in blank desperation. "Come on how?" Thingan instantly looked as if he would blow up. "Don't you fool with mdl" he shouted. The close, taunt- ing opportunity had him crazy, "I'11 tear up a man that'll fool with reel Where is that express box?" Melody's words came weakly. "Well--I'll tell yOU---" Thingan came close to him, and thrust nastily burning eyes within a few inches of Melody's own. His voice dropped low, and seemed to loaf, as it conveyed all the threat that he knew how to conceive. "You said you knew where it was," Thingan said. "Deny that, and I swear, I'll kill you where you stand. You don't deny it, do you?" "No," Melody admitted. "I couldn't hardly go to deny some- thing whut I just now spoke." The IMg gap-toothed grin came back to Royal Boone's crude-built face. Because he was a big iron- boned man, sure of his guns, and with no imagination, he was able to take time to taunt Mormon Stocker. "Still want to turn the pore Jigger loose?" "Nump," said Mormon Stacker. "This punk knows somethin'." "Yump." "Okay, then, we got to bang it out of him, that's all!" "I was thinking more of heating up. brander," Boone answered. "If you want to burn somebody with a brander," Cherry de Longpre flared at him like a spit-cat, "you can try it on me, and see what it gets youl You three are the nearest thing to no men at all that I ever saw, and I've seen some sorry ones!" "Shut up!" Thingan bellowed, turning on them all. "You jackasses mean to stand end blab until the Cot- tons ride up and take over?" He spun on Melody. ,'Once and for all ---do you aim to cough up, or do we have to git it out o' you?" "I--I--I ain't got no sujestions." "Git holt of him!" Thingan or- dered his deputies. He had bolstered his Colt, but now he ripped it out again. It came into his hand fast and suddenly, not in a smooth draw, but in a violent one. "Git holt of him[ Pin him! Pin him and hog-fie 'ml" Mormon Stacker moved sidelong, in a sliding lurch, to get between Melody and the door His gun also was in his hand now, thumb joint clamped hard down across the ham- mer. "Who's got a piggin' ,string?" Thingan's voice crackled. Royal Boone said, "Don't need it." He came fast around the table. His hands were empty, but they were in front of him a Little, big competent hooks, too heavy to tie a knot without fumbling, but good for throwing a steer. His face was dead ugly now, but his eyes had a happy blaze. In that instant the light went out. Then, an uneasy, winded quiet. Cherry de Longpre moved slowly, tentatively, out of the corner into which she had packed herself. Her motions were creaky, as if she had been in one position for a long time so tensely had she stood. Some of the strings seemed to have been cut in her knees; they threatened to bend both ways. She drew a deep, quivering breath of let-down. The blackness behind her van- Ished with a snap and a flare as a Sheriff Roddy Thingan looked at Cherry de Longpre with all kinds of benevolence. are you doing here?" she asked him without expression, almost without voice. "Lighting this here candle," Mel- ed~ said "why--why didn't you slope?" Melody blew out his match and looked at her sorrowfully. "I tried to git holt of you," he told her. "I felt all around in the dark. But I ;ouldn't find you. What could I in? I couldn't hardly leave you here, in this here mess." Cherry's voice broke, full of hys- terical tears. "You fool--you fool-- you flea-bralnl What could they do to me?" Melody looked her up and down blankly. "Plenty," he decided. Boots sounded outside; Sheriff Reddy Thingan appeared in the door behind her, unexpected. Beyond, she could hear Mormon Stacker in the shadows. ,orhey stomp-peded our bosses," he said bitterly. He was almost whimpering. "They stomp-peded ev- ery last hess, and got plumb ~:lear of--" He stoPPed short as he saw Nolo. dy. "Oh," he said faintly. "I got the one we need worst," Boone said. George Fury was doing somewhat better. Once outside the cabin and nto the timber, he was delayed by no false notion that Melody Jones could be able to Join him. Two men escaping separately, without any prearranged plan, could hardly hope to Join forces in the storm of flight and running battle in the dark. ~lot even if one of them were not Melody Jones. He first found an open promon- tory, from which he could study the throw of the moonlit land. He could not see the cabin from here, but he could closely judge its position. Carefully he calculated the probable trajectory of the bullet which had killed Luke Packer. When he had placed the likely position of the rifle within a furlong or so, he studied the country a long time. He was thinking in terms of "poker now, judging percentages of chance with the same careful ac- curacy he had used a thousand times when he had staked his wages on the sequence of the cards. He was comparing probabilities of place with the little time he rhad left, try- ing to give himself the best stud- poker chances to come out, if it were possible to come out. After a long time he jogged off through the shrub, riding with one stirrup lest his bootless foot slip through the bow, and get him dragged. But the route he chose, yielding and twisting to conform to the land, was as certain as if he who was standing where when the lights went out. The voice of Royal Boone had lift- ed to a measured roar. He had shifted so that he had the door braced shut with his back. "--and it ain't me that put us afootl" he bellowed. "Then why," Mormon Stacker gritted at him, "did you give the old moss.horn his gun back? You had it. Because you took it off him. Where is it?" Roy Boone's left hand made a sneak check-up of his waistband. His lips drew back from his horse- teeth, but not in a grin; and he said nothing. '"Shut up, you both!" Sheriff Thin. gan snapped, coming back to the world of immediate necessity. He had noticed Cherry and Melody talk- ing with quick intensity; and now he shouldered toward them. Mormon Stacker and Royal Boone still scowled at each other, full of black gripe. "We got a chance of the biggest law-and-order scoop they's ever been in this country," Roddy Thin- gan pleaded. "We all but got my hands on the express box--that's what we gotta get! What the hell does it matter about who stood where? Are you guys crazy?" Sheriff Roddy Thingan came close to Melody. He lowered his voice to a soft simulation of double menace. What was really menacing in it was not what he thought. It was that they now knew this man to be .as irresponsible of a prisoner's life as a seven-year-old child in possession of a bug. "You was speaking of the express box," he said, his held-down words coming breathily, as if he were panting. "You was saying you know where it was." "Oh?" "You spoke of you could lay hands on it within the space of a minute. All right, boy. A minute is what you got." "I cain'S use it," said Melody. "You right sure," Thingan said, with an even more ostentatious soft- ness, '~you want,to tangle with me?" "Ain't sayin' that," Melody an- swered, mournfully. "But I ain't going to help you git it; and that's a fact." "Work on him, Roy." Royal Boone stepped toward Mel- ody, businesslike and unhurried. He blew once upon the knuckles of hand; then smashed Mel- ody on the mouth with his fist Melody spilled back against the wall, hard. A last-instant turn of his head had saved his teeth. He did not entirely go down. He came off the wall with his hands in front of him, charging instinctively. In. stantly Mormon Sleeker was on Mel- edy's back, pinning his arms with a hay-hook grip upon each of Melody's elbows. Melody was not entirely pinned, but he was impeded enough to make a sucker of him. He re- laxed and stood up in Stocker's grip, his eyes on Roddy Thingan. Cherry de Longpre turned white, but she didn't say anything. A quick trickle of blood ran from the cor- ner of Melody's mouth. By ducking his head he wiped this off on his shoulder, but it instantly reap- peared. "Where is it?" Thlngan asked Melody. Jones said nothing. Royal Boone stepped in again. He made a quick feint ,with his left ;hand, and as Melody ducked, brought up a crushing right upper- cut. It looked as if it nearly tore off Melody's head; but Mormon Stocker's hold upon him kept him ~rom falling. A purpling split ap- peared on Melody's cheek bone, and began to bleed. (TO BE CONTINUED) "Want to try a little easy money?" ---since Tom passed away." Aunt Mat sniffed heavily. "Well--" said Banty again, "I reckon I will. Bring on your seed and your fertilizer, Hamp. Dog- gone! Me--a farmer!" Easy money! Everybody sald eukea was easy money! Banty thought savagely as he finished bedding out his last piece of land in the rich pond bottom. He was anxious to get back into the woods and see about his hogs. Screw worms might kill a hog if he didn't find it in time. 'Gators might be catching the shores. Snakes might have pizened one. Cucumber seed comes up fast, especially in the fall, ~nd Banty had no time for hog hunting. Then came the rains- hurricane sea- son! The torrential downpour filled all the middles and flooded the ditches Banty hadn't taken time to clean out. Water backed up in his low field. Banty took off his shoes, rolled up the legs of his pants and waded in with hoe and shovel Hamp An- derson rode up to the fence on his big bay mare. "Looks pretty damp." Hamp admitted. "Damp you say?" Hamp'8 delib- erate understatement angered Ban- ty. "Woods is full o' water, too. Ought to see 'bout my bogs/This whole euke patch ain't worth a shale!" "Oh, we'll make out fine," Hemp said easily. "Reckon you'll save two-thirds this field." When the ground began to dry out, the plants grew unbelievably fast. "Be pickin' less'n 45 days from plantin' seed!" exulted Aunt Mat. "Bet you make money, Lon- nie." Banty patted her fat shoulder awkwardly. "Don't get but half, Aunt Mat Hamp's furnishin' me," he reminded her. "Well, I'm gain' in the woods taday and see 'bout my hogs." The herd was on the creek hank. One sow had farrowed and lost all but one measly pig. Two shotes had screw worms in their ears, and one had nearly lost his tail A fourth hobbled on three legs. "Cukes!" he said aloud. "For blamed cukes--!" He turned and walked away. Banty rode to market with the first load of cucumbers. Hamp was unusually silent. He's keepin' somethin' back from me, puz- zled Banty, looking at the glum man. Wonder what? He soon discovered the reason for Hamp's gloom. Posted bulletins and angry truck farmers had one theme: "Government regulation. October ceiling price on cucum. bers--$2.10 per tub." Banty McCann clenched his fists. He flung a stream of abusive words at the market, at farmers, and at cukes in particular. "Easy money -- mule track money I Phooeyt" You are transforming the fliwer into a phone booth with tire trouble and hot brakes. . .@ Complications will be many once it becomes possible to link home sweet home with the beach-wago~ and the imperial sedan by phone. .i.e We await the new exasperations of "What auto are you calling?", "That sedan Is busy now," "The fliwer that called you has hung up," and "There's no such car in the book." . .e~ It will mean one more automobile gadget to be fixed, too. From now on you will never be sure when ~omething goes wrong with the old bus whether to take It to a garage or to the telephone com- pany. iS We'll take a motoreyele--and no phone servicer THE GENERAL'S ~LM~ITION ("I'd like to come back here some day and do some catflshing like in the old days."--General Eisenhow- er at Abllene.) Just to go again for catfish In the haunts of boyhood days-- Just to watch the old cork bobbin" Where the big one often plays Far from wars and consultations Far from the plot and counterplot With no hard looks or suspicions Anywhere around the spot. . Just to get up feeUn' rested, With no schedule for the morn, And no problem to be hsmdled So no new wars will be born Just to don n pair of Jumpers s shirt the worse for wear, With no strtpe~ or b~ or medal8 And the day all free from care Not n thought of lords and rulers-. Not a fast plane to be made-- Not a word ooneernlng Mooeow, London, Berlin or Bellrrade Not n paper up for ~i~-- No excitement and no glow TILL YOU SEE THE WATEK PIP. PLE AND A BOBBINr GO BELOW! S Postwar Wonders Auto makers are displaying the new models. It is wonderful to be able to get a peek at the handsome new model you will have to go with- out for another year or two. Customer (after looking at a new auto model)--Very pretty. What year may I expect a demonstration? e, . And 0DT Chief Johnson says there will not be enough new autos to satisfy the demand for three full years. We recommend Mr. John- son for the office of Administration of National Joyklllers. Mean Weather Intermittent rain, I've learned, Which forecasts tell about, Is rain that stops when I go in And starts when I come out. Vigorous Dramatic Criticism John Chapman thinks it might be a good thing iJ theater patrons let them. selves go the way baseball tans do, registering their displeasure without restraint. ~e indorse the ida2 A care/ul inspection o! the theater convinces us that not enough pop hot. ties are throum, durin,~ pertormances. Harry Truman must feel pretty peeved at the fellows who said, "Go ahead and run for the vice preslden.': cY; it's quite an honor and it won't take any time or worry." I III 1111 Scalloped Cupboard On Table or Chest IF YOU have a wall space crying to be filled with an important piece of furniture, here is the an- swer. A breakfront cupboard effect . to hold bright bits of pottery and china and perhaps a few books. Cost a fortune? Not at all. You can have it and save money fermi bond too. You will need a base which may be a table tha~ you have on hand or a chest of /drawers made by taking the mirror off of an old dresser, also some short lengths of ~ I [ ~ SC |w SHtI.YI~S ~ttl~. [J~ UH SCALLOPED~'~"~k~ I ~FL ~ONT ON "~" I - ~v~oov wrm I P~tTTERN.THEN ~ I U ovr ~7H ~ Jl$ saw l lumber and plywood. A simple box cup, board is made to place on this base. The next step Is to mark the des/gn for the scalloped front on the plywood and cul it out with a compass saw or take It to a woodworker to be cut with a power saw. Paint or stain the cupboard to match the base, and stretch fabric across the beck to make a colorful background for your treasures, NOTE--Pattern 264 gives large cutting diagrams and illustrated directions for making the box cupboard; also an actual- size pattern for the scalloped front. A List of materials Is included. To ~et Pattern 264, send 15 cents with name and address direct to: l MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEAR, l i Bedford HIUs New York J I Drawer 10 i oelos 5 o.n for Patte l i i, i am" I I Addr.- Ii Battle of the Sexes Jasper--Boys are more valuable than girls. Joan--Why do you say that? Jasper--It states in this book that "every man has his price." But brides are given away. That Held Her '.4 middle-aged woman stopped a m~ on the street and demanded: "Why aren't you in the army?" The man, well past the dr,It age, re. plied: "For the same reason you aren't ba the Ziegteld Follies." Big Hearted Phil--Last night I dreamed the| you gave me a dollar. Bill--I like you, so I'm going to let you keep it. Nowadays, when a man pays I great deal of attention to his wife in public, people think he beats her when they are alone. Dark Diagnosis Soldier Patient (enthusiastical. ly)--Nursie, I'm in love with you. Don't let me get well. Nurse--Don't worry, you won't. The doctor is in love with me, too, and he saw you kiss me last night. In His Head Sgt. Smart--I'll show you in & jiffy just how to operate that ma- chine gun. I've got it all in a nut- shell. Yardbird Buzz--So, you have memorized it all, huh? Business is what, when you haven'~ got any, you go out of. Good Riddance Mrs. Smith--We're having our annual rummage sale at the church tomorrow night. I hope you can come. Mrs. Brown--I suppose it's a good chance to get rid of anytlqing not worth keeping. Mrs. Smith--Yes, indeed. Come and bring your husband. MAKE At home--Any flavor--Delic;out-Smooth --No ice crystals-No cooking--No re* ~vhipping--No scorched flavor--Eosy-. 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