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U2NOXTIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA LAM IN THE 'ORES B** ^SSSS^Hj [HAROLD J TITUS * °u l|BWIN f W.N.U. hif/P fy JSarotiS Qiftis *u CHAPTER XI —11— Nnt Briclger, the sheriff, {though a man large In stature, Ismail In heart and soul. was nlone In his office when ft entered the corridor. Tod iced nround at the barred door he bullpen straight ahead with lin standing against it, holding Hmndaged hand In the other gin- Inllo, Dick!" West said to the [,,or. "Heard you drank too L of your own hooch! What [the hand?" Blood poison'," the man growled. 1 drives me crazy! Doc Adams It's belter, but it don't seem me." he voices had attracted the •Iff wlio came to the doorway. Ill,, liul-lo, Tod!" he cried. \A lord, I what happened to he demanded as West fol- him In to where the light [lu'ltt-r. "Why, Todi you're all up!" was. in truth, badly swollen, [face was lop-sided and even |left eye slightly puffed, am' hornets got me yesterday," aid. "Was tishin' up Big Bea|and kicked 'em out of n stump, sure are good at their job !" I'll siiy so! But what brings 1 here?" lie asked. "Anything I do for you, Tod?" [Veil, not for me. mebby," Tod "lint I heard somethin' the |r night that I kind of figure oiidit to know." ill IVes." You know Bluejay, don't Thought so. Kind of scum, nk is. He's worked for me off | on 'nd I don't trust him much, j there's things about him . . . 11nstance, he's always snoopin', toys sees things. tie's been camped out north of Inlckln' berries and conies In |t every night. Well, night bo- last he came to me to get n i he had comln', and I got vis- nncl he told me something I of suspicious. He says he'd been lookin' for lies north of Townline lake Irsrtay and long nbout sundown Ins past that Downer cabin on 1 way back to camp. He says |hcard something that sounded poumlln' inside," little draft through the open fcsinn above fluttered his gray- I hair and the lone prisoner in I bull-pen leaned closer against I bars, straining to listen. i peeked through tbe window Nut, he says be saw young • Stuart on his knees in a cor- jtakin' money out of n tin box I sot buried under the floor!" |e watched the look of amaze- It spread swiftly over tbe sher- 1 face. Btiiart?" he nsked In surprise. I'urt, tiikln' money out of u tin buried under the floor? . . . [God, Tod! . . . Why . . . 'Nd |»'as In that cabin the night I' was shot!" ]>f course, Nat, you'fc not dumb ! was so damned sure that ankle bad been sprained the jit Cash was killed and that the jjcouhin't 've gotten out . . . Oh, !<•' best of us 1 ]] make mls- I'li'ser's face was gray with ex- mont. "Nobody else known a soul, fur's I know. I told y'jy to keep his mouth shut." began to pace tbe floor gitatlon. 1 won't do to go alone. Takin' »s a murder suspect ain't a >'e _ matter. As a matter of i ''I "light to have my deputv me." cs, nnd then some, maybe." lol "'l you g o along, Tod?" nything I can do I'd feel It my "> ( do." He rose. "Tell you |: I've got to drag along home. 'Slit hear somethin' there. I'll ft'aitlri 1 when you and Butch v up." , ^that'll be as quick as I can of him. I'll try It by tele- • . was th; 't when Ezra Adams, I* oiack bag in his hand, mount- Jail steps to make a call patient there, he heard the J the prisoner had heard ' dog at bls heels - treSUe toward West's car stood before Tod West's • A group lounged before the l Wlthin ' had hls back eriff and his deputy. They seen Young's passing but tat a ? d for a moment tte lo( f ofpa . n . lc , co «e again into pos- ion of his faculties. And when he returned from Shoe string at noon Bluejay had been waiting for him with word tha Young was forever removed fron the Mad Woman! The 'breed luu collected his money, too — two twenties and a ten. Frank Bluejay had been so sure bad told Tod West of how Young had gone down Into the deep water? of Townline lake; of how bis dog had swum round and round the drifting canoe and finally out for shore. A shaking rage gripped him. Tin Indian had lied, then I "We'd ought to be gone, Tod!' So, Bridgor, breaking in on hif swlft train of speculation am doubt and suspicion. "Ho might light out. ..." "Heady soon," he said thickly. Young was now out of To West's sight, but in full view of Frank Bluejay, sitting in a cbaii tilted against the store wall. Kerry had been in full sight of the man for, perhaps, ten seconds standing there in the doorway, surveying the dozen people in the establishment. This bis gaze came to rest on the 'breed. Bluejay's one foot had been swinging idly. On Young's appearance the arc it made diminished More and more slowly it swung un- tit it came to rest nnd during that Interval the man's jaw sagged. He sat so, gaping, unmoving, and then his chair came down to all four legs with a thud while the heritage of the Indian in him, all the superstition and regard for legend, swirled upward to possess him completely. No one else had noticed this; did not until Young spoke, easily enough: "Are you surprised, Bluejny?" He laughed, then, and the laughter was -hard, menacing laugher. Slowly, Bluejay rose to his feet, hands behind him, shoving on the chair back to aid his weakened le muscles. A luminous fear danced in the black • eyes. "Surprised, eh?" Kerry began to advance. "That's what I came for, Bluejay, to see who'd be sur prised!" The man was retreating, now, hands spread against the wall, sidling along, making for the rear. He did pot speak, though his lips worked. Kerry moved faster and as the 'breed turned, left off his touch on the painted boards and, half staggering, lurched down the room, was upon him. "I didn't!" Bluejay gasped as Young's hand fastened on his shirt at the shoulders, spinning him around. "I ... I didn' . . ." he mooned. "Didn't what?" Kerry's voice was like the crack of a whip. "Didn't what?"—insistently when no reply was forthcoming. He let go an arm nnd his hard fingers grasped the 'breed's throat. Beseechingly, Bluejay let drop something lie had held in one hand and grasped Young's wrists. "Don 1 !" he moaned. "Don 1 , Young! I ... I didn' . . ." His knees were sagging, but Kerry held the man half erect by his throat. "You lie!" he growled. "You lie, Bluejay! You're guilty as hell. And what you're going to do is this! "You're going out of this country as fast as the good God will let you! And If you ever show up again," — shaking him slowly — "if you show your face here so long as I'm here I'll strangle you to death as sure as water runs down hill! Now ... do you understand?" With a sideways fling, lie let the man go. Bluejay sprawled on the floor, but before he came to rest he was scrambling to bis feet, circling to be away from Young. Toward the door he scuttled nnd down the steps he ran. . . . As Kerry stopped to pick up that which the 'breed had dropped, the sputter and roar of a motor could be heard and when lie smoothed out the bill and searched its crisp surface for tbe serial number, gears whined and a battered flivver stirred the dust of the street as Bluejay started for somewhere else with all the speed he could wring from the ancient contraption. Mel Knight came from behind the counter. Men who had been outside were entering, curiosity aroused by Bluejay's flight. "My gosh, Kerry, you sure put a crimp In that Injun!" Knight said with a queer grin. "I'd like to bet he won't be seen here again. . . . My gosh, what made him look so scared afore you made a move?" "Dam 1 right he won't come back!" said another. "Did yun see him grab him?" a third asked at large. "I thought he was a-goln' to squeeze his wlz- zen In twist I" Young gave no heed to these observations or questions. He knew certain serial numbers by heart. This was one; a twenty-dollar bill of a certain series, crisp, unused. For a moment he was Impelled to tell what had happened this morning on Townline lake, but ns he drew breath to speak car brakes squealed outside and Ezra Adams voice, curiously sharply: strained, called "Has anybody happened to see Kerry Young?" Kerry looked through the doorway at Ezra's face. "Hi, Ezra!" he called, starting forward. "What's up?" As quickly nnd ns clearly as he could, Ezra told the story that the prisoner had told him. "A frame-up on Stuart 1" muttered Young. "Good God, West's hand Is in this. \Vliy, unless we beat 'em to it, they're going to make the rottenost kind of trouble for Holt!" Those were his words and they voiced an honest thought, but not tbe thought uppermost In bis mind. The thing which hurt him with tbe ncuteness of physical pain was this: Before sundown. Nan Downer was to see her lover led away to jail as a suspect In tbe murder of her father. •'And they've gone!" Ezra rasped. •'They crossed th' wagon bridge just as I made the turn: Bridgor 'nd Mutch, his deputy, 'nd Tod West ! They're bound for the cabin sure as you're horn nnd—" "Hot out of that seat!" snapped Young, Konghly. lie shoved tho old man from beneath the wheel, and stepped in to bis place. "Hung on!" said Kerry as, throwing in the clutch, he spun tho car about, headed down-stream, lurched .into tbe ruts leading to the wagon bridge and shot across with a roar. Up-stream, then, past Nan's mill, behind headuartors nnd Into the road the sheriff's, car bad followed. Young's brows were drawn. Ho divided this attention between tho theory forming in bis mind and the treacherous ruts and chuck holes of the road. "Listen, Ezra!" he said, "we've got to get to that cabin before they do, hold 'om off, see what's boon planted there, keep Stuart from ar- Their way was now through an old burning whore the ruts ran straight and tho cluyk holes wore few. With foot throttle down to Young was out of the^car before the motor stopped spinning. He strode to the door, threw It open and paused. "See that dirt?" he asked, point- Ing fo the trickle of dust across the floor. The doctor's old eyes followed his pointing finger, traced the stringer of fine lumps and granules across to the far corner. "That's where it'd 've been," he muttered, glancing at the one window. "Bluejay said he looked through the window. IPs the only corner he could see handy." "And be said he saw Holt In here about sun-down, Thursday?" "As I recollect It." "A plant for sure! I was In here about then,. Thursday. The floor was clean, Ezra. But today . . . this stuff was here. Let's go!" lie was on his knoes bosido the two short sections of flooring, eyeing thorn closely. "See? Here's whore they wore pried up with something," ho sold excitedly. "Then they dug a bole for tho box nnd carried tho dirt out; maybe In a bucket or a newspaper . , . anything. But they were either careless or what (boy HS<M! leaked. That's why they 'dirtied the floor. Printed Trimmings of Silk Used on Elegant Daytime Frocks of One Color Now!" Ho reached for. an ax loaning against the wall, inserted the hit in a crack between boards and pried carefully. "Ah!" The nails gavo readily. "Careful of these boards now. They may be evidence. I lore His Hard Fingers Grasped the 'Breed's Throat. the lloor-boards, Kerry shoved the little car. For a mile they traveled at high speed and then, brakes in, stirred vast dust clouds as they ikidded for a loft turn into a dim trail. "Here! Where you—that's the only way!" "It; was, Kxrn, until a few weeks igo. Ueavoi 1 dam's out. I came hroug'i here on foot this morning. Jnloss I overlooked a lot wo can •et through. If we got through, vo'll he ahead." Down grade they went; down nto a cattail bottom. lie bad crossed this noon the ild culvert, that had been under viiter for so long. He thought he •eniemhcred its condition but was not sure. He slowed as they reached the reek bed, eased tlie front wheels 'ingerly up on the water-bleached orduroy, held his breath as the •ur's weight slowly went on the truetlire and then, as it gave and rackled beneath them, gave the notor everything it would take. The spinning wheels found pur- •luise. They crawled forward, lewed sideways and finally, with i bump and a bounce, were away from the culvert, roaring for the high land beyond. "Hade her!" Kerry yelled, "and we'll have most a half hour before they can get to the cabin by the good road." They were ahead of Brldger and his companions, for certain, but they hail not gained a whole half hour. The one tire, frayed by Its tussle on the culvert, went down and they made the last two miles of sand trail through the timber on a flat, bouncing and rattling and unable to make time even where the sharp turns and deep ruts might have permitted more speed., wo go !" He began scooping earth thai came out in chunks nnd lumps, some of' which crumbled to dust in the handling. Then his busy bands suddenly touched metal. K'/.rji. stooping far over. broathiMl quickly. With care Young worked bis fingers beneath the object, lined, and out It came, a dirt covered, flat box of japanned metal. "Cash's box!" the physician muttered ; and ..." His voice trailed off in suspense as Kerry tugged at the catch of the cover. Was the money which would forever put Nan Downer beyond the roach of Tod West (here? Was emancipation for this girl The catch gave; the cover opened and Ezra's low moan joined the sound of a swiftly approaching car. "Only that!" he said flatly. "Three of 'em," muttered Kerry. "Three hundred-dollar bills!" "And the rest of it gone beyond—'' 'Not for sure! This Is a plant, remember. He'd put only enough here to pin the thing on Holt. Yes," —scrutinizing' the bills — "they're the proper numbers. The rest, Ezra, is cached somewhere yet! "And here they come!" The motor swung Into the clearing, its motor died nnd a voice sold sharply: "What th' hell!" Other voices sounded, subdued. Then they heard the word "Ezra's bus . . ." "What'll we do now?" the old man whispered. "Stand pat!" Kerry muttered, closing the box; closing It and Hipping tho cover up again quickly to stare at the Inside surface, black ind glossy, Its lacquer still bright. A curious smile of triumph was in his eyes as be raised his face. "Ezra, this Is your investigation. Don't let 'em get their hands on a piece of tills evidence because—" It was Nat Hridger, swinging through the door. "What comes off here?" he demanded and stopped, poised just wllhln tho roof, frowning. "Oh You, Ezra!" Ills ready band dropped from the hip. "You're bore. eh? 1 "Yes," the coroner said, shoving up his spectacles. "YOH, Nat, Good afternoon ! Howdy, Hutch." — as tho deputy appeared. lirldgor turned to his subordinate and then looked past him '(it Tod West who approached slowly as if, perhaps, ho were not just sure of bow to conduct himself. "Well, this is a surprise," tho sheriff growled. "How conic you're hero, Ezra?" "Official business. Nat. I got a tip this afternoon that, niobby, thore'd ho somothin' of Interest to tho coroner of this county in this camp. 'Nd I guess, niobby, the tip wasn't so far wrong." At that point Tod West showed himself in the doorway. He halted there and his eyes rested an Instant on the old physician. Then as If he forced himself to an ordeal, they swung to Kerry. Bui if he expected to challenge or accusation on Young's face he was wrong. "They heard It too, Tod," said Brldger and In his voice was an ap peal for guidance, perhaps. 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