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SERIAL STORY
ROMANCE AHEAD
BY TOM HORNER
■milled to tho ubm of re-
o it in not otherwise.
IKotwred ui kkuiiiI rlua* mutter Nuvtiiiiiicr ';3, 1926 at tho Poat-
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COALITION HYSTERIA
No responsible leader <>!' cither politic ) party haw,
so far as we have mm, lent his name to the talk of a
"coalition government " The whoii thing ha.s been con-
fined to rnnit rs and -¡jeeulaliun. That is where it should
stay.
The whole American system of government is deeply
grounded in a simple mechanism. This mechanism i*
not provided b,v the ('onstitiiiioii, but it is so simple and
practical that it has operated without a break since
Washington's second term. Ii Insures that the voters must
have a choice of both candidates and programs.
When the voters have chosen, the winning candidate,
parts and program are to run the government. The other
party remains in opposition, a cr iislaul critical eheck
on the party in power. If the party in power does not
do well, the other can always offer a program that will
suit the voters better. And if the voters se:• "a better
'ole." they can always go to it via the ballot box.
The coaiiJiou idea proposes that we abandon all
this. It proposes that the present Democratic government
take in an appropriate number ol' sympathetic Republi-
cans so thut both parties will be represented in the gov-
ernment at once. There would be no opposition, no cheek
against the acts of the administration, "no alternative to
which the voters could turn if they do not like what is
being done.
It is conceivable that in some desperate, emergency
this might have to be done. And yet the united States
has survived some pretty desperate crises without it.
During the Civil War, conducted by a Republican
administration, there was always bitter Demo -ratie oppo-
sition, which came close to sabotage in some casas, yet;
the country came through and the voters still had a choice
after the war was over.
The World War was conducted by a Democratic
administration, and while Republican co-operation in
prosecuting the war was complete and whole-hearted,
there' was never any formal coalition.
There is no need for formal coalition now. As A If
Landon has said, "party politics stops at the water's
edge." Republicans will undoubtedly give complete sup-
port to policías once launched. But they should reserve
the right to offer alternate policies while decisions are
still in the making. And in the meantime life at home
goes on. Criticism of domestic policies and the right
and duty to offer the voters alternative policies are still
vital.
This does not mean that men like Landon and
Frank Knox should not be informed as to what goes on,
and should not co-operate in every proper way. But to
destroy the two-party system with a coalition government
is a thing not yet indicated by any situation we face
today.
WET, DRY, DAMP
Life in the United States, as long as we continue
to have 48 state governments,, seems sure to have variety.
After all. it's nice to live in a country where every state
and region has not been reduced to a single dead level.
Take repeal of prohibition. As a national experi-
ment. prohibition was discarded. But thy problem of
liquor was not solved. It. remained for 48 states to
resume experimenting on this perennial problem.
Now, ,-ix years after repeal, three states are dry.
and local option areas in ;t;> other states take in one-sixth
of the country's people. The ' oum il of State Governments,
surveying the liquor situation, finds that 17 states have
tried out the state monopoly system, while 28 returned
the liquor business to private hands under a license
system.
A vast deal of experienc. in dealing with the liquor
problem is being piled up in these is laboratories. And
that was one of the hopes of the founders— that each
state would be able to draw on the experience of the
others in seeking better answers to political and social
questions.
SQUALUS TO SAILFISH
The navy is not easily intimidated. .Jinxes and super-
stitions which might cause a furtive jitter in ordinary
folk just aren't allow d to ligure when the navy has a
job to do,
letice when the submarine Sailfish was c< mmissioned
smouth the other day four men who stood at
on her deck were probably less concerned with
than with tin future. They were : urvivors of
this disaster of almost a year ago, and the
reconditioned at a cost of $1,400,000, used to
4. She sank off the isles of Shoals, and
2(5 of her crew wert still in her hull when
frtft it up from the depths after months of effort,.
t as a bright episode of heroism in navy annals,
is no more, Sailfish, anchors aweigh!
Discovered in South Dakota is a county without a
pout-office. Can it be our far-seeing politicians are getting
short-sighted?
At the pace war moves these days, it's getting so
the average European thinks nothing of .going to bed
neutral and
WBtt
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mmm
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up in Germany.
id to propel wheelbarrows in
tnply must not miss the coolie
in June.
YI:«TKHM*V| tarry «lid Muo-
alr liri'DMp belter frli-mK on*
nlaki be iialtt ht-r ti, uu to a
ilu tier, lull lti< lilla « ilnli- t«llh
lliiillr;. When Hike la delated.
I.Mn t *lu|M I i'linl. tie giiralliwa
lit-r about Ikr aei'ldvol mi ll d
Hull1 Curve, Utr ri'fune*. iiimrHj.
In lalk ulmul It. "I butr n rlnhi
I knon." I.urrjr ifiu her. "That
■mmm hm in) brother."
CHAPTER VII
VfONNIE relaxed under the «rip
of Lurry's finger# She looked
up at him. unbelieving.
"Your brother?"
"Ven."
"Hut the man W8r never identi-
fied. He wii'' burned so horribly."
"I know ii was Hugh " Lurry
tried to make his voice eutm. It
wasn't easy, talking to hei tike
this. Hi^ lmrid; <bo|j|xd from her
Khouideifi. "When I didn't heui
froin Hugh, I cnirie down to look
for him. I've been ¡ill over the
west, .searching for Ivim." Larry
lied. "I hear about this accident,
this unidcntilied man. I took a
chance it might be Hugh. I was
right. A dentist's examination con-
firmed it."
"I'm .sorry, Larry, terribly
sorry." The touch of her hand on
his arm was comforting, Iter sym-
pathy was sincere. She sat down
igain, gently pulled him to the
swing beside her. "Tell me more
about him. Larry."
He rolled a dgaret, tried to keep
his eyes from her.
That Monnie knaw more about
this accident than she was telling,
( ■ was sure. But how could he
find out, wUhout arousing her sus-
picions. Perhaps site might be in-
volved— No, Monnie would never
be mixed up in a crooked deal.
Hut if she loved Hentley. ... A
woman will do almost anything for
the man she loves,
What wat: Bentley's role? Hat-
ing Bentley as he did, it was easy
for Larry to accuse him of .some
part in Hugh's death. Bentley
was on friendly terms with a bank
robber—this BiU was working at
the Circle-Cross.
A match flared in the darkness.
Morinie's hand was touching his
own. Larry liked being near to
her. He was tempted to put his
arm around her, pull her close,
kiss those inviting hps. Monnle's
voice brought him back to the
present.
"This brother of yours, Larry—"
"Hugh was a swell guy," Larry
began. "Married, lived down-
state. He was—he was in the in-
surance business. Burglary in.st-
ance. Traveled a lot. But he
wrote me regularly, and wrote to
Betty, his wife, every day.
"When Betty didn't hear from
him for a week, she wired me. I
came down and we've been look-
ing for him ever since. That was
more than five months ago." He
noped Monnie wouldn't ask why,
! us a newspaperman, he couldn't
have checked accident records
.sooner She didn't, was appareht-
i ly too deeply engrossed in her
:< wn thoughts.
I "And to think." she said abrupt-
, ly, "I was the cause of the acci-
dent. I killed your brother,
Larry."
"Monnie! You don't know what
you're suymg."
"It's true, Larry. I didn't mean
¡to, but 1 did. It was my fault!
i Oh. Larry!" Sobs shook her body,
! and Larry's arm went around her
i then, to pull her head down on his
¡ shoulder. After a few minutes,
I she stopped crying, dried her eyes
and pushed uway from him.
"Don't blame me too much,
Larry , If I hadn't been driving
so fast—"
* * •
'•IT happened up on Dead Man's
1 Curve," shf began. "That's
on the highway about half-way
between here and Mike's. You
know where you leave the con-
crete to turn into the Hayhook.
... If you went straight on, you'd
dip down into the canyon and
then climb a long hlU to go by
Bentley's. The curve is halfway
up the hill. It's a sharp turn, but
it's well marked and not aanger-
ous unless you try to make it too
fast. Going up, you have the in-
side. The canyon floor is about
300 feet below the curve and It's
almost a sheer drop."
Larry could feel her grow tense
as she forced herself to go on.
"On the night of the accident,
M'ke culled me. It was late but
he said he'd just come back from
Chicago, flown down with some
friends and they wanted to meet
me, He'd brought me some pres-
ents, too, and some things I'd
asked him to get for me. He
couldn't leave his guests, he said,
so would I drive right over.
'7 was on the way Inside of
half an hour. 1 always drive fast
and I went up the hill doing about
50 or 60. Then at th*i curve—"
She paused briefly, got a new
grip on her emotions, then went
on.
"I must have been about 200
yards from the curve wher this
car came down the hill. I couldn't
stop. The driver apparently made
no effort to turn, when he saw
my lights. His car crashed through
the oarriende, plunged over the
cliff and roUed down into the
canyon.
"1 stopped as soon as I could,
pulled off the road a little and ran
back to where the car had dis-
appeared. Far down in the canyon,
! could see flames shooting up
¡from the wreckage of the cor.
I Then I heard a shot.
I "I stood there, paralyzed, and
suddenly, Mike was beside me.
Together we scrambled and slid
down to the car. tried to pull the
dead man from the burning wreck.
"Pretty soon there were other
people around and at lust two
highway patrolmen arrived. Mike
talked to them for a bit, then
helped me climb buck up to the
t oad. He brought me home."
* * *
' 11UT that's not the story you
told at the inquest," Larry
broke in. "You testified that the
cor went over the edge before you
reached the turn—"
"Mike made me say thut, Niike
and Daddy," Monnie admitted.
"After that accident at school, and
the others I had been in. Mike said
the coroner would never believe I
hadn't forced the man off the road.
I didn't want to lie about it,
Larry"—-she was begging him to
believe her — "but Mike was
right. With my reputation for fast
driving, and because I was the
only witness to the accident—they
might have tried me for man-
slaughter. The man was dead—I
couldn't help him any. and— Oh,
Larry, I wunted to tell the truth,
but Dad said Mike was right. And
Pete Barnes, too. Won't you try
to believe me Lurry?"
Looking at her, Lorry knew she
was telling the truth. Hugh's death
had been no hult of hers. Hugh
probably saw the lights of her car,
speeding toward him. took the
curve rather than crash into her
head-on. Hugh was like thut.
Larry would have done the same
thing, had he been in Hugh's
place.
"1 believe you, Monnfe," he said.
"! don't blame you,"
* *
TIB paused a minute, puzzling
over an unanswered question.
"How did Bentley get there so
fust?1' he asked.
Monnie had an answer for that.
"Mike said he went outside to wait
for me. right after he called. He
saw this car go racing down the
highway, swinging from side to
side, as if the driver were drunk.
Mika was afraid there would be a
wreck if we met, was terrified to
think what might happen to me if
we met on Dead Man's Curve, so
he hurried out to stop me."
"Bentley said Hugh drove like
he was drunk?" Larry demanded.
"Hugh was drunk. Lorry. The
autopsy showed he had been
drinking, and a broken whiskey
bottle was found In his car."
"But Monnie," Larry countered,
"My brother never drank liquor
in his life." ,
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• SERIAL STORY
ROMANCE AHEAD
BY TOM HORNER
VI0STKHOA YI Mimitlr «rila
l.nrry nlmiii the nrcldfinl, how ■hi-
ll MM hurrylnic l« HmtU'r'n, nlmoHl
rranltrd Into iki> wlb r Mr on
llrnd Man' Curv*. Hnw h* vur
mi «vrr thi> nnH burn, b^nrd
ilip «hot. Itriuli-y arrived ««on.
tried to null (be dend rnun from
«he wrepK. ai-nOrf hod ifffl the
nip ■■•eptllnit I own rd the hill, fol-
lotvpd. 1'he coroner found evi-
dence thin (be Icltm bud been
drinking, «nut Hugh never drunk
liquor," l.nrry aura.
CHAPTER VIII
14/TONNIE was silent, wanting to
•"■believe Larry, but unable to
comprehend how he could be so
sure that Hugh had not been
drinking. Larry went on:
"Hugh never drank, and he
wasn't drunk that night, regard-
less of what the coroner said he
found." He was certain of that.
"My uncle was a drunkard, and
Dad never got over it. When
Hugh and I were youngsters, Dad
explained that we might have a
taste for liquor and he hated It so
thut both Hugh and I promised
never to drink. We might have
forgotten that promise in -.eje as
boys, but Dad was killed the next
day. Hugh would never have
broken his- word to Dud
"If it weren't for this drinking
angle, I'd think Hugh deliberate-
ly drove off the cliff to avoW run-
ning into you-- But if he'd been
drunk, he wouldn't have done
that. .Someone knows more about
that whiskey bottle in Hugh's cur
and I'm going to find out who it
is, and where that bottle came
from."
"But—you don't blame me for
what I did," Monnie ventured,
"and for not telling the whole
truth at the inquest."
His arms were around her, pull-
ing her close to him. She did not
resist.
"I couldn't blame you for any-
thing you've done, Monnie," Larry
reassured her "You didn't kill
Hugh. Either he killed himself,
or— But you had no part In It.
I know that."
His lips brushed her soft, black
hair. She looked up at him.
"I wonted you, to say that,
Larry. You have to believe me."
He bettl to kiss her lips . . .
jerked bock abruptly, Jumped to
his feet. Surprised, holf-ongry,
her eyes demanded on explana-
tion. . 1. ? , -
"I've still got a job to do, find-
ing out about Hugh," he said
shortly. "I've no right to even
1hink about you until that's fin-
ished. Please understand." He
turned, walked quickly from tho
porch without wuiting for her to
answer. Halfway to the bunk-
house he heard her call:
. "Larry!"
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XJE did not atop ft the bunk-
J-■'■liouse, but went qa to the corral.
The black whinnied as he ap-
proached. The horse was his fa-
vorite now. Larry sat in the
shadow of the saddle house,
smoked hulf a dozen cigarets as
he studied the story Monnie had
told him.
The black whinnied again. The
horses were restless, probably be-
cause he was in the corral, Larry
decided. The moon, rising late,
shed a pale, cold light over the
Hayhook. With characteristic
abruptness, Lorry decided to take
o look at Dead Man's Curve.
The black settled into a long
canter as Larry left the ranch
headquarters. An hour later, he
sat on top the promontory over-
looking the scene of Hugh's fatal
accident.
To the right a white ribbon of
concrete stretched eastward to-
ward Bentley's house. Mike's
house, he knew, was about five
miles away. Nearer, in the some
direction, an airline beacon swung
round and round, flashing a pen
cil of light against the sky. That
beacon marked Bentley's landing
field, available to trunsport planes
in event of an emergency.
Directly below the road dropped
sharply downward from the rim
of the canyon to the valley below.
The curve, almost a right angle,
was hidden from sight, but the
road south, toward the Hayhook
turn, was clearly visible ut the
foot of the hill.
Larry dismounted, led the black,
sliding and snorting, down the
steep hillside to the highway. He
tied the horse to the fence a few
hundred yards from the curve,
walked down the pavement.
He stopped at a newly painted
stretch of railing ut the road's
edge, to peer down into the canyon
where Monnie had watched the
burning wreckage of Hugh's car.
He could feel Hugh's nearness.
' • «T • ™
AN hour later, Larry returned
to his horse. He had found
nothing of particular volue, but
he hod a clear picture of the scene
of the accident. He would have
to wait for doylight to examine
the floor of the canyon. He
mounted and turned bock toward
the ranehhouse.
The block wos walking slowly,
picking his way along o cow trail.
Larry noticed the black bulk of
resting cottle, looming in front of
him, turned aside to avoid dis-
turbing them. Suddenly he became
conscious of a steady hum, over-
coming closer. ¿He scanned th(
sky for Its lights.^ None were vis-
ible. With sudden decision, Larry
wheeled the block, kicked him
into a run toward Bentley's air-
port.
Larry dropped into a draw that
led down to Bentley's line fence,
Shudows were deeper here, and
the going rougher but there wos
less chance that someone in the
plane might see him. Or some-
one on the ground, waiting for
that ship to land. He slowed the
block to a fast walk, let the horse
find his own way.
He climbed out of the draw
when he came to Bentley's fence.
L ghts blazed around the edges of
Bbntley's landing field, a mile
a^vay. Floodlights made the run-
whys bright as day. The plane's
motor cut off, as the pilot dexter-
ously maneuvered the ship in for
a i landing.
As the plane touched the ground,
Lorry caught sight of a c«r speed-
ing across the field. It was beside
tlte ship as the plane stopped. The
lights went out.
Larry waited. The roar of the
airplane motor broke in on tho
stillness again. The field lights
flashed on again. The ship raced
across the field, took off easily.
Larry followed it, as it circled
around, passed almo$t, directly
overhead, and disappeared into
the southwest. Bentley's landing
field was dark again. There wus
no sign of life there.
• * *
T ARRY had no doubts, now, a«
*-* to wno wus the head of the
narcotics ring. There was only
one answer—Bentley.
Few people, outside of the au-
thorities, even knew that narcotics
were being smuggled in here. No
one would suspect Bentley and
even if they did, proving such a
charge was another matter.
The trail to the ranch led down
through the canyon where Larry
had fixed the fence. Barnes hod
been right. Already the plains
farmers had cut a road through to
the railroad, and all the padlocks
in the state couldn't keep them
out. Barnes had finally given in,
left the gate unlocked.
Larry heard a car coming be-
hind him now. Probably someone
taking a shortcut to the highway.
The car was coming nearer. If
the fool was driving fait, He might
run the horse down. Larry turned
off, hurried up a draw, hid In the
shadow of the canyon wall.
The car came down the canyon.
Its lights were dim. It passed
within 50 yards of Larry, disap-
peared. _
«,y*'
coupe.
MONDAY. MAY H. >940
• SERIAL STORY
ROMANCE AHEAD
BY TOM HORNER ST
_
VKsrUMIIAV i l.nrrjr refuara lu
let hlio.pl fall In love «lib Mua-
nle until be km learned mure
about Iluten'* dciilb. Illdlnti oul
tu the aeeue of Ibe uccldeut, be
atudle* the curve. On bla way
buck, he eri> a ulmic land at
HeMllej'a Held. He bellrven be him
aeeu u dell terr ol narcotic , (ta
the nnr home, a ear panne bin.
ir Uoanle'a,
CHAPTER IX
lyrONNIE'S cor wos safely
parked in the garage by the
time Larry reached the corrals
He unsaddled the block, turned
htm loose, then hurried to the
back of the go ruge. He hud hoped
to find boot trucks but there were
too many footprints in the dust to
tell him anything, and he wasn't
enough of u tracker to pick out
the most recent set.
He crept around to the open
doors, slid in beside the cur,
silently lifted the hood. The mO'
tor was still warm. He glanced
up at the house. A soft light came
from the window of Monnie's
room.
So she hod been to Bentley's.
Perhaps he was wrong in believ-
ing the plane had delivered nor
cotics, Lurry argued. Monnie
could have driven to Bentley's,
then taken Mike out to the field
to meet some friend, flying
through. But if that hod been the
case, why were the lights switched
off as soon as the plane came to
(i stop, and why had Monnie re
turned home by the rough can-
yon road rather than by the high-
way? He wished he might have
hud a better look at the driver
of the cor as it passed him.
Before he could make any re-
port to Harris, before he could be
sure he was on the right track,
Lurry knew he must have proof
evidence that would stand up in
court. Getting it wouldn't be easy.
Nor particularly healthy, if the
gang got wise to him. There were
ways of getting rid of an overly
inquisitive cowhand. Accidents
could happen.
Hugh had taken that chance—
and lost. Larry would have tu
take his own risks.
*
IJARNES let him sleep lote the
next morning. It wos Sunduy,
and there was no work to be done.
Shortly before noon Larry sow
Monnie come from tho house, go
to her cor. He hailed her.
"Sorry I rushed away last
night," he began, awkwardly. "I
guess I acted pretty much like a
fool—"
Monnie laughed lightly. "I was
the fool, Larry. Forget it. Be see-
ing you—" She started away. He
caught her urm, fell into sUide
beside her.
"I'm not sorry it happened,
though," Larry went on. "And
when—"
She stopped, faced him. He no-
ticed there were circles under her
eyes. She hud been awake half
the night.
•Listan, Lftrry. You ulnuwt
ki.- —d me. So whut? I'm glad
you didn't. So are you. Now for-
get it ever happened. 1 huvo, . . .
Now I'm in a hurry. Mike Just
galled."
"You didn't see him last night?"
Larry llred the question at her.
"Of course not! But if I did,
what business is it of yours?" she
answered, temper fiaring.
"1 just wondered," he explained
lamely, watching her go on to her
cur. Then he run after her, leaned
on the door us she started the
motor.
"But your light was on—the
light in your room, until after 3.
1 saw it."
"Mis-ter Collins" —her voice
snapped—"I fell asleep reading.
The light was on until this morn-
ing. it isn't the first time it has
happened, nor the last. Now If
you've completed your cross
questioning, I'd like to go on. I
um in a hurry."
• * *
T ARRY spent the remainder of
the day apparently walking
aimlessly around, actually search
ing for what he knew he must
find. About a mile from the house,
in the shelter of a little draw, he
made his discovery.
A man hud waited here—waited
several hours. Numerous matches
and half-smoked cigarets told
Larry thut. There had been two
horses, too. . . . He found marks
where two saddles had been
dumped on the ground, or ot least
he thought he did.
That would explain the theft of
Monnie's ear. Two horsemen hod
come from Bentley's. While one
had crept up to the garage, taken
the car without disturbing anyone,
the other had remained hidden.
If the theft had been discovered,
the watcher would hove warned
his pal. Monnie's car would have
been found miles away.
When the car was returned, the
man with the horses had covered
the other's escape. And everyone
at the Hayhook had slept peace-
fully through the whole night.
It suddenly occurred to Larry
that he might have been seen com-
ing from the conyon gate. In that
cose, he would be wise to be more
careful in the future.
And Monnie would have to keep
her cor locked. If she refused he
could take the keys, return them
each morning. He'd tell Barnes
that he had seen some tough-
looking hombres on the place, sug-
gest that everything at the ranch
be locked at night.
He mentioned it to Barnes that
night. "Found some truck tracks I
along the railroad fence
Pete. Thut bunch of calves woi
make nice pickings for u bum
of truck-rustlers."
"They sur« would," Barnes
agreed. "Huve trouble with litem
every year. Lost 20 calves one
spring."
"Perhaps I'd bettor keep a lpaK
see around each night," Lurry sug-
gested. "And it wouldn't hurt to
keep the curs locked and put h
padlock on the suddlc house."
"Not u bad Idea." Barnes fell
in with the idea immediately.
"You ride night herd On thosv
calves. I'll see that you get some
sleep. But don't mention It to the
Colonel or he'll start another cattle
wur."
* • •
cnHE night trick gave Lorry
plenty of time to watch for
the return of the fnysterious plane.
He sent to town for a pair or fl^td
glasses, borrowed a carbine frOlh
Burnes und spent every night from
midnight until duwn perched on
a hill overlooking the canyon road.
If the plane came in, a tew
minutes hard riding up the canyon
would bring hitti close to Bentley's
landing field, and he counted on
Bentley's carelessness and self-
confidence to keep him from be-
ing discovered. He wasn't wor-
ried about rustlers stealing the
calves. He had lied to Barnes
about seeing the truck tracks. But
he kept an eye on the herd.
Monnie had apparently forgot-
ten their quarrel. Barnes gave him
un easy job, wrangling horses,
kept him close to the ranehhouse
during the day, and Lorry found
opportunity to spend most of the
afternoons with her.
Bentley's visits became test fre-
quent and Larry wótldered If
Monnie's interest in the rancher
had lessened. Bentley wouldn't
be dismissed easily, however, so
Larry decided Uat probably Bent-
ley was on one of his frequent
hunting trips.
He thought it all out as he «at
on the hilltop one dark night. He
wos In love with Monnie—hope-
lessly and completely. He had a
constant bottle with himself to
keep from telling her.
There'd be time for that «ft«r
he had settled this narcotic* smug-
gling. discovered how HtlUh w««
killed. Then, and only then, h*
told himsellr, would he let Monnie
know.
His horse, tethered at the end of
a lariat, raised his head, whinnied.
Someone was coming up the Wit
behind him. Larry mov d quickly
to his saddle, pulled the carbine
from ts scabbard, oumped • shell
into the magazine and waited.
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Monnie about her ear. Irarn* hr
nan home all night. I.nter br
llndd I rack that Indicate two men
atnle her coupe. He tell* Bateen
he ha atan truck Iraeka, tear
cuntiera, llura puta hita on ntftht
herd. I.arrr wait* (or the wraterr
plane to return. One ulcht, n he
«vntrhe from n hill, he hear
aomeone camlnn up behind hint.
He fcet hi gun, «valla (or the
CHAPTER X
HT HE person riding up the hill
wos making no effort to con-
ceal his coming. A white hat
topped the crest, the horse and
rider came Into view. Larry re-
laxed. It was Monnie.
"What do you mean, trailing out
here after midnight?" he demand-
ed as she rode up to him. "I might
have shot you."
"I never thought of it," she
laughed as she dismounted. "I've
been wutchlng you ride out every
night. I wus curious, wanted to
find out what was going on, So
t followed you. My, but it's pretty
out here—I never realized the
runch could be so beautiful ut
night."
She stood there in the starlight,
her hat pushed back on her curls,
trim and boyish In leather Jacket,
fitted riding pants, and cowboy
boots. Larry wondered if she
realized how beuutlful she was.
Turning back to him, she asked:
"What is it, Larry, rustlers?"
"Yeah. I found some tracks,
told Barnes about them and he
thought we better keep an eye
Open for a while. Those calves in
the canyon pasture might look
easy."
"I don't believe it," she replied.
"If you were afraid of cottle
thieves, you'd be down closer to
the herd, not perched up here on
a hill, two miles owoy from them.
You're not riding night herd,
Lorry. You've got something else
up your sleeve. What is it?"
"I'm watching these calves, and
how and where I do it is my own
business," Larry answered hotly.
"If u truck comes in to take u
few, it will come down the canyon
rood, right below here. I con troll
the thieves then, surprise them.
But if I'm down with the herd,
they might surprise me. I know
what I'm doing."
"You're a rotten Har," Monnie
laughed.
"Liar or not, you've got no busi-
ness here. Go on home, and let
me ulone. I've got work to do."
"I won't! I'm not going home
until I find out why you spend
your nights sitting out here oh a
"You're
Mr
horse, or do
Her eyes
, — ._ —■ • s . -
caught her
Inn rtlr MnMiih
DilCK TiOW!
led it to
g*t on
lifted her from the ground. He
was surprised that she did not
struggle or try to escape. But
when he neored the horse, she
kicked its flank. The horse
wheeled, jumped away.
"You—you—" Lorry muttered.
He felt her relax in his arms, felt
her black head snuggle closer to
his shoulder. She was looking up
at him, smiling.
He kissed her lips tenderly.
"Monnie, I love you," he whis-
pered.
He kissed her again before he
put her on her feet, let her go.
But she was back in his arms in
on Instant, lifting her lips again.
"I love you, too, Larry."
• * *
OIS happiness shut out oil
thoughts of Hugh ond the tank
he hod set out to accomplish. He
had Monnie in hit, arms. . . . She
loved him. Life could begin for
him now.
At lost he released her. She
smiled again. 'That's why I fol-
lowed you here. I wonted to Hear
you suy it. I wanted you to
know."
"What about Bentley?"
"I told him our engagement wos
off the doy after you ron uway,
the Sunday we quarreled," she ex-
plained. "You were awfully ob-
stinate, Larry."
"I'm sorry. I thought you had
been to Bentley's the night before,
Someone stole your ear, met a
plane a? Bentley's lohdlng field.
I sow the cor on the canyon road."
"So that's why Pete made me
keep It locked." She sat dow>n,
pulled him down beside her.
"What's this oil about, Larryf
He knew he could trust her. He
had to trust her now. He told her
the entire story, beginning with
Hugh's search for narcotics smug-
glers, ending with his own wit-
nessing of whet he believed a
delivery of o narcotics shipment.
Monnie listened In silence.
I'm staying out here at. ni$ht, hop-
maybe" we^ff1 flnd^odt *just
who is running this rirtg, discover
who killed Hugh."
"And Mike—do you think he's
mixed up In it?"
"I'm not sure. I think so. He
has some unknown source of
money. He doesn't sell many cat-
tle, only a few of lhe * "
raises. He mi"
by plane. His landinf fleli
be a ""
nation-wide outfit. Colonel 1
chief of the highway patrc.,
signed Hugh the Jbb of hunt....
the gang down, after federal au-
thorities suggested the highway
patrol take o hnnd. Narcotic
aren't usually Included in
highway patrol's work. No
would suspect j *
looking for dope
If he found them,
several other patt\ vh,v«. m ,
area whom he could call on
help.
'This search has been going on
for months. Harris gave me We
chance to go on with Hugh's Work.
There may be other officers in this
area, posing as tramps, farmers, or
even working with the gang, "
trying to get the evidence that v
convict the leader of the narco!
smugglers. J con't quit now,
nle—not even for you."
"I understand, Larry. I'll Wilt.
But yoü will be careful,"
He laughed, kipsed her lightly.
"Of course I'll be cartful. Xhy-
way, Bentley—if he is head
the ring—doesn't suspect me.
couldn't hove learned "
name. He «links I'm Just
cowhand, and if I get
around his place 1 can i,
I'm hunting a stray. 1
close to him gives me a
to watch What he doit.
"But I con't figure out why he
went to the trouble of stealing
your car. Huve you any Idea wily
he'd do that?"
"No," she answered slowly. "He
likes to drive it, though. Ho asked
to borrow it several times. BÜt
that's one thing I njjver Fend."
rpHE drone of a motor came from
Mhe west. Larry Wis instantly
with
to hurry."
catch
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like they
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