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rfV "i imm« * <t ,:v / ' A ' * 0 J of Blue Lake Ranch >'•4 POLLOCK HAMPTON SYNOPSIS,—Rml l^e, horn« ffirem.m of the Blue Rake yanch, convinced Bayne Trevora,, man- kK. r, l« deliberately wrecking the property owned by Judith San ford, a younK woman, her coualn. Pollock Hampton, and Tlniothy Gray, dec-idea to throw up hi» Job Judith arrives and announces she has bought Gray s share In the ranch and will run it She discharges Trevors, after shoot ing him twice In self-defense. The men on the ranch dislike taking orders from a girl, but by subduing a vicious horse and proving her thorough knowledge of ranch life, Judith wins the best of them over I^ee decides to stay, for a while at least, Judith becomes convinced that her veterinarian, Bill ('rowdy, is treacherous and calls up Doc Tripp CHAPTER III—Continued “Case of lung worms," ho told her. "Some of llo* calves, I don't know Just how many yet. He insisted on my treating' them flu* old way.” "Slaked lime? Or sulphur fumes?” ghe said quickly. ‘‘And you Insisted on chloroform?” "You've hit it !" tie exclaimed won- deringly. "Ilow'd you know?" ‘‘I haven't been loafing on the Job the last six months,” she laughed. ‘T’ve been qt the school at Ihivis and hobnobbing with some of the univer sity men at tferketey. They’re doing some great work there. I me. I'll want to talk to you about it. You're going* down there, expensh^k paid, to brush up with a eourse two this year. Now, how soon can you get hack here?—Trevors? Oh, Trevors is fired. I'm running tin* ranch myself. And Doc, I need a few men like you! <’un you come early, tomorrow?—Tonight? You're a (lod blessed brick ! Yes, I’ll fctop that murderous sulphur treat ment If It isn’t too late. Goodby.” She lost no time in calling for Bill (’rowdy, the man whom Trevors had put into Tripp’s place. “By tlie wav.” she said when the man with the volte which had sounded so boyish in ii^r .oars answjgml again, “who are you?” f “Kd Masters,” lie told her. "Elec trician, you know.” “What are you doing this after noon?" she demanded sharply—“just hanging around .he ottiee? I’ll tell you one -thing, Ed Masters. If you are one of the loaf around kind you’d bet ter call for your time tonight. If there's anything for you to do, go do It Don't wait for Trevors. He’s gone. Yes, for good. You can report to me here tlh^ first thing In ttie colossal struggle df a contending race of giants, and she found that there, alone, time had shown no change. Elsewhere, improvements at every turn were living monuments to the tireless brain of her father. Stock corrals, sturdily built, outhouses spot less In their gleaming whitewash, mon ster barns, fenced-off Helds, bridges across the narrow chasm of the froth ing river, telephone-poles with their wires binding Into one sheaf the num erous activities of the ranch, a broad, graded road over which she and her father had come here the last time to gether. * "It’s a hlg, big thing!" she whis pered. and her eyes were very bright with It all, her cheeks flushed. “Big!" Passing one of the great barns, she heard the trumpet call of a stallion. From the instant her eyes Hlled to the massive beauty of him, she knew who he was: “Night Shade, sprung from the union of Mountain King and Black Empress; regal-blooded, ehon- blnck from silken fetlock to flowing mane; a splendid four-year-old des tined to tread his proud way to a first prize at the corning state fair at Sao- ramenTo. a horse ninny stock fanciers had coveted. At the store, where a ten-by-ten room was partitioned off to serve as office, she swung down from the sad dle and, leaving her horse with drag ging reins, went in. "Hello, (Tiarlie. You’re still left to us. are you?" she said, as she stepped forward to shake hands with Miller, the storekeeper and general utility man of the settlement. "I'm glad to see you.” “So'm I. Miss Judy,” grinned Char lie, looking the part. "Howdy. ,, "I wanted to see Johnson and Den nings. Are they here yet?” "No,” answered Miller. "Johnson, the ditch man, you mean? He's some where at the Upper End. Has got a crew of men up there, making a new darn or somethin’ or other. Been at it purty near a "week, now, I guess. They camp up there." By Jackson Gregory Copyright by Chari®* Scribner’s Sons "How many men are with him?” she morning. Now send me (’rowdy.” “He's down in the hospital and the hospital phone is out of order.” "And you're an electrician, hang ing around for orders! That's your first job. Send the tlrst man you get your hands on to tell ('rowdy I say not to tpuch one of those calves with the lung worm. And not to do anything else but get ready to talk with me. I'll he down in half an hour.” As she rode the five miles down to the office at the Lower End, her thoughts were constantly charged with an appreciation of the wonders which had been worked about tier every where since that day, ten vears ago, • You've Hit It! How Did You Know?” when siie had first come with Luke Sanford to the original Blue Lake ranch. Then then* had been only a wild cattle-range, ten thousand acres of brush, timber and uncultivated open spaces. But Luke Sanford liad seen possibilities and had bought the whole ten thousand acres, counting,] frohT the first sight of it, upon acquiring as soon as might he those other thou sands of acres which now made Blue Ijgke ranch one of the biggest of western ventures. It was late May, and the afternoon air was sweet and warm with the pawing of spring. The girls eager eyw traveled the length of the sky- ••eklng cliff almost at the hack door at tba ranch-houge, which stood like aoate mighty barricade thrown up In tbat mythical day given over U* the asked quickly. "About a dozen," and he looked hard at her. Judith frowned. But instead of saying what she might tie thinking, she inquired where Den nings was. "Out in the olive "orchards, 1 guess. What's this 1 hear about Trevors? Canned him?" ’’Yes.” “Cm!" said Miller. “Well, Miss Judy. I ain’t sayin’ It wasn't purty near time lie got the hooks. But, lemme tell you something. While you’re riding around this afternoon, if I was you I’d pike over to ’ the milking corrals." Sir** looked at him sharply. "What is It. Charlie?" “You just ride over,” said Miller. "It ain't more’n a step an' Ml Just shet up store an’ mosey along after ou.” • ' Vaguely uneasy because of (Tiarlie Miller's manner. Judith galloped down toward the four corrals where the cows were milked. From a distance she saw that there were a number of men. ten or twelve of them, standing in a close-packed group. She won dered what it .was that' had drawn them from their work at this time of day; what that big, bull-voiced man was saying to them. She heard the muttering rumble of his words before the words themselves meant anything to her. A quick glance over her shoul der showed her (Tiarlie Miller hasten ing behind her. pick-handle In hand. Her way carried her by a long, narrow building standing out like a great capital E. the cow hospital. She was passing on to the men at the milk corrals, when the breeze, blowing ligbtlv from the west, brought to her •nTTsrrm ;i tvtitfr .ir ynThTiw. A quick tide of red ran into her cheeks; that fool, Ed Master,s, had not told (’rowdy to ref lain from the old- fashioned. deadlv treatment ! Almost before her horse had set Ids four feet at tlu* command of a quick totu^h upon the reins, the girl was down and hurrying into the middle of the three, calling out as she went : ’Vrovvdv ’ Oh, (’rowdy !" Bill (’rowdy, a Jienvy, sqiuit figure of a nufri. shifty-eyed, with hard mouth and a nervous, restless air, came down a ^ong" hallway, smoking a cigarette His eves rested with no un certain dislike upon Judiths eager fae< "I’m (’rowdy," lie said. “Want me?" 1 fold Masters' to tell vou to stop the sulphur treatment for 'flu; lung- worm calves. Hadn't he told yon?’' "Mr Trevors sjtid I was to give it- to theni.p said (.’rowdy, “I cnnT b* taking orders off’n every hop-o'-my thumb like that college kid." "Then Masters did tell vou?!'' * / ‘■Sure, he toldnne," said (’rowdip In surly defiance. TBut if I was to listen to everything fjw likes of him says—” Judith’s eyes 'were fairly snapping. ‘‘You'll listen to the likes .of 'me, Itlll (’rowdy!” she cried passionately, a small fist clinched. ‘‘You get those calves out into some fresh air just as quick as the Lord will let you ! Into a pen by themselves. Doc Tripp will attend to them In the morning,” "Tripp’s gone." "He’s on his way hack, right now. And you’re on your way off the ranch. Understand? You can come to the Office for j your pay tonight." . Crowdy'shrugged his shouluders and turned away. "If I’m fired," he growled In that ugly voice which was so fitting a com panion to that ugly mouth of his, “I quit right now. Get some of your other Willies to turn your calves out.” For a moment, in the heat of her anger, Judith’s quirt was lifted as though she would strike him. Then she turned Instead and ran to do her own bidding. A moment later Miller was with her. The two of them got trie calves—there were seven of them —out of the sulphur-laden air and into the corral. The poor brutes, coughing softly In paroxysms, some of them frothing at the mouth, two of them fulling repeatedly and rising slowly upon trembling legs, filed~hy_Jn a pitiful string. One of the youngest lay still In the hospital, dead. "(’rowdy did something that don’t took Just right,” said Miller, gazing with eyes ’of longing after the burly, departing figure. "I saw him do It just after Masters carried him your message. He drove three of the sick calves—there’s a dozen or more got the worms, you know—out into the pasture with the well calves.” Judith didn't answer. $he looked at Miller n moment as though she thought this must be some wretched jest of ids. And when she read in his eyes the earnestness in his heart, there rose within her the question: “How far has Bayne Trevors gone?" “Charlie," she said finally, "I want you to close* store for the rest of the day. Get some one to help you and cut the sick calves out from the hunch. Haze them hack here into the detention corral. Tripp will attend to to them all In the morning. Now, tell me—what’s wrong down at the milk corrals? What are all of those men up to?" “We’re going to see, me an’ you." answered' Miller. "I don’t Just know. But I do know there’s a big guy down there that come onto the ranch a couple of hours ago an’ that don’t be long here. He’s that guy talking. Name of Nelson. He aip't done any talking to me, hut <roi^i a word or two I picked up from one of the milkers I got a hunch he’s been sent over by Trevors.” Nelson, the big emissary for Tre vors—fnr he admitted the fact openly and pleasantly—took off his hat to Judith and said he guessed he’d h* 1 going. And the men with whom he had been talking, including all of the milkers and all of the other workmen upon whom Nelson could get his med dlesome hands at short notice, all men whom Trevors had placed here, made known in hesitant speech or awkward silence that they were going with Nelson. There were good jobs open with the lumber cq/npany. It seemed. Judith, her eyes flashing, asked no man of them to remain, seeing that thus she would but humiliate herself fruitlessly, and tinned away. And yet. with tlie herds of cows with bursting hags soon ready for the night milk ing, she watched the men move away, her heart hitter with anger. "They’ve got to be milked, (Tiarlie,” was all that she said. “Who will milk them until I can get n new crew?" "Ml tuck in an’ help," answered Miller ruefully. "I hate It worse'n poison, an' I can't miliJ- more’n ten cows, workin’ twenty-four-hour shifts. I'll try an’ scare up some of the other hoys that can milk." * But he shook his head and looked regretfully at tlie pick-handle. "Good milkers is scarce as gold eggs." he muttered. "And tlie separator men has quit with the rest." "We've got to make out!” exclaimed Judith. “We've got to beat that man Trevors, Charlie and do it quick. If he'll try to keep, us short-handed, if he'll spend money to do it, if he'll do a trick like giving sulphur for lung- worm and then send infected stock out into the herds, I don’t know Just where he will stop—unless we stop him." CHAPTER IV Young Hampton Protestg It was after eight o’clock when Tripp rode in on a sweat-wet horse. Judith met liiui in the' courtyard, giving him her two hands impulsively. "ITti so glad you've come, Doe!" she cried softly. "Oh. you don't know how glad—yet." She called Jose td take Tripp’s mount and then led the' way info tin* great Ihing-room where deep ions and leather chairs made for com fort. . She switched on the lights and turned to look at Tripp. He was the same little old Doc Tripp, she noted. His wiry body scaicely bigger than a hoy’s of fourteen. Tie was a man of fifty whose face, like his body, sug gested the hoy with bright, eager eyes and a frank, friendly smile. "Urettier than ever, eh, Judy?" Tnif^p cocked his head to one -side and gave his unqualified approval of the slim, supple body, and superb car riage of this girl of the mountains,, warming to the vivid, vital beauty of the rosy face. “Been driving those cow-college boys down at Berkeley plumb crazy. I’ll Het a prize colt!" Judith laughed at him, watched his slight form disappear in the wide arms of a chair which seemed to smother him in its embrace. Then from he> own nook by the fireplace she opened her heart to him; * “It’s not Just that Trevors has crip pled me by taking all of my milkers away; not just that he has come near doing I don’t know how much harm in having Crowdy turn those calves with the lung-worm out into the fields with the others, not Just that during the last few months, he has. lost money for us right and left. It isn’t Just these things which have Bet me to wonder ing, Doc. What I want to know Is this: in how many other, still undis covered ways, has Trevors been ^knif ing us? And what else will he have ready to spring on us now?” "Just what do you mean?" Tripp looked at her keenly. “This case of lung-wonn, to begin with: where did it come from?" "Imported,” said Tripp. “Trevors bought those calves, or at least four of the sick ones, last month. Brought them in<? from somewhere down the river. Smuggled them in far as I am concerned. Never gave me a chance to look them over." He paused a second. “Specially Imported, I might say.” T knew it!" cried Judith. "That’s tlie sort of tiling I am afraid of. If lie has gone to tlie limit of introducing one disease among our cattle, what, other plagues lias lie brought to the ranch?- Has lie Imported any other outside stock?” . * "No. He’s been busier selling at a sacrifice than buying, just as I wrote you. Never another head lias he bought lately—unless,” and Tripp’s eye twinkled at her, "you count pigeons!” "Pigeons!" repented Judith. Tripp nodded. “Funny, isn’t it,” he went on lightly —"that a man like Bayne Trevors, hard ns nails' and as free of senti ment as a mule, should fancy little cooing, innocent-like pigeons? You’ll hear them in the morning.” But Judith was not to he distracted by Tripp's talk. She smiled at him, however, to show’ him that she had undehstood and appreciated the pur pose back of his light words. ‘‘We’re all going to have our hands full for a spell, Doc," was what she said. “To Trevors, with a free swing here, It must have appeared rather a simple matter to make tbo complete a failure as to force us, encumbered ns we are, into selling out to the highest bidder inside tlie year. But, Doc, he must have known, too, that at any time there might occur the very tiling which has happened—that he'd lose his job. He strikes me as a rather long-headed man, doesn’t he you? Now, a man who saw ahead, figuring on this very contingency, would have more than °ne trick up his sleeve. I think the obvious thing for you to do is to make certain that all the rest of the stock are in shape. Will yon be gin tomorrow making a thorough In vestigation ?” "Yes,*’ he answered. "You're right there. Judith. There's nothing like making sure.” ‘‘Another thing I want you to do." Judith went on. “Is to try to locate all of dad’s old men whom Trevors let go. Johnny Hodge and Kelly and Harper and Tod Bruce. We’ll need! them. We've got to have men that crooked money can’t buy." “Aren’t you magnifying things. Jud ith?" asked Tripp quietly. “There's such a tiling as law In this country, you know." But she shook her head. "Maybe I am seeing the dangers too Idg. But I don't think so.* And it will he a lot.better for Blue Lake ranch if I see them that way at the beginning. And as for the law, it costs money. I'm not sure that Trevors or the.lum ber people would be averse to getting us involved in a lot of legal intri cacies. Oh, he has been careful not to leave any definite proof behind openly to Bayne Trevors at the West ern Lumber camp. Almost her first answer to Trevors’ coup was to telegraph San Francisco for a milking machine, together with an expert sent out by the company to install and superintend Its working for the first few days. At the same time she hired from one of the Sacra mento dairies a man who was to be foreman of her own dairy industry, a capable fellow with an Intimate knowl edge of automatic milkers. He. with a couple of strippers paid overtime wages managed until the dairy of|*w could be budded up again. c ' Mrs. fhmpson, the matron from Kooky Bend, arrived, true to her promise and, motherly soul that she was, took a keen interest in Judith’s comforts and in oaring for the big house, of which she immediately waxed proud with an air .of semi-proprietor- tfhip. Jose, from the first bestowed upon the cheerful, bustling woman a black hatred . horn of Ids thorough going Latin Jealousy.. * Busy days also for Bud Itee, who had already begun The eiliication of a string of colts. Busy days for Doc Tripp who, unhampered, trusted, f his\? Cluppcd Hands k * Cracked Knuckles Rub ’’Viselios" Petroleum Jelly on your bend* betore workinf in tb® cold or wet end you’ll ®void chepped hands end cracked knuckles. 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First Business M;in—Then you mean he hasn't.—-.London Answers. Molansen Drop Cakra. Mrs. Simpson, the Matron, Arrived was from dawn until dark jpmong the ranch live stock, all hut feeling pulse and taking temperature of horses, cows, colts, calves, hogs- and mules. He stopped the calf sickness;, ef fected cures in every case excepting one. And the rest of the stock he fi nally gave a clean bill of health. Busy days for Carson, Painstak ingly he estimated, to tlie head, the number of cattle the pastures should be carrying, counting from long ex perience upon the hard months to come from August until December; estimating values; appearing at tlie week's end to suggest the purchase of a herd of calves from the John Beters Dairy c/mipany, to he had now at a very attractive figure. Busy days for the foremen who had held over from the management of Trevors or who had been taken on since. The first crop of alfalfa, shot through with fox tails, must he cut without delay and fed into tlie silos before the beards of the interloping growth could be hardened. Busy days for tlie short- handed milking crew; busjj Idays of Installing the new milking machines. With Saturday came Bollock Hanip- ton and ids guests. Trevors had mis named him a fool, sweepingly mistak ing youth, business inexperience and a careb'ss wav, for lack of brains. "You hit the hell that time!", laughed Tripp, and Judith smiled with him as there came to their ears the faint tinkle of tlie telephone-bell in the office. Judith excused herself and hastened to answer the summons. Hastened be cause she. wanted to he hack with Tripp as soon as might be. So, know ing her way so well about tin* idg house she went quickly through the dark hall-way without turning aside to switch on tlie lights and came into Hie office, dimly lighted by tlie stars shin ing in through tlie windows. She snatched up the telephone in strument. “Hello,"_&aid Judith. "Who is it?" It was tlie telegraph * operator in Rnrky Bend. A message for Miss Judith Sanford from Bollock Hamp ton. San Francisco. And the message ran: “What were you Thinking of to chuck Trevors? Thoroughly excellent man. You should have consulted me. Don’t do anything more until I come. Send conveyance to meet Saturday train. Bringing five guests with me. “BOLLOCK HAMBTON ” Judith turned frowning to Tripp. “As if l didn’t have enough on my hands ajready," she exclaimed bitterly, "without Hampton dragging ids fool guests into tlie ndxup! I could slap his face." "Do it!" chuckled Tripp. "Good Idea!" • • • * • * Busy days followed for Judith San ford and for every man remaining upon Blue Lake ranch. A score of men, Including the ijillkers. Johnson, the Irrigation foreman and his crew of laborers, had quit work, going over Just a breezy young fellow, likable, gay-hearted, keen of the joy of life, scarcely more than a bby, after all. He came to the ranch prVrared to like everything and everybody^ "Look here!" he exclaimed to Jud ith, before site had had time for more than a sweeping appraisal of his friends. "Why didn’t you tell me you were up to a thing like this? Great Scott. Judith, you don't know what you- are tackling, do you? Running a ranch like this—why, it’s a hlg propo sition for a thunderlngly big man to wtng." ‘‘Is it?" smiled Judith. Clear Your Complexion with This Old Reliable Remedy— 'Hancock SulphubCompound For pimples, black-heads, freckles, blotches, and tan. as well as for more serious face, scalp and bddy eruptions, hives, eczema, etc., use this scientific compound of sulphur. As a lo tion. 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