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—_ — ft 4 'T | J J; -s PAGE 'nvo THE BARNWELL PEOPLE, BARNWELL. SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, NOVEM B^R 6," 1924: ^ i v | 9 I if’, i > ■ I !? : ] Judith of Blue Lake Ranch By JACKSON GREGORY K CopyrlfM hy Churl** Srr1hn<T , ii Son* P DAVID BURRILL LEE SYNOPSIS.—lA'f. horse foreman of the Blue I>iiko ranch, convinced Bayne Trevors, man- HKt-r, Is deliberately wreck in K the property owned by Judith Sanford, a young- woman; her cousin. Pollock Hampton, and Timothy Gray; decides to throw up his Job. Judith arrives and announces she has bought Gray's share in the ranch and will run It—She discharges Trevors, after - shooting him twice In self de fense. The men on the ranch dislike taking orders from a girl, hut by subduing a vicious horse and proving her thorough knowledge of ranch life, Judith wins the best of them over. Lee decides to stay, for a while at least. Judith becomes convinced that her veterinarian. Bill Orow- dy, is treacherous She discharges him and gats hark Hoc Tripp, her dead father's man. Pollock Hampton, part owner, comes to stay "for good." Trevors accepts Hampton's Invitation to visit the ranch. Judith's messenger Is held up and robbed of tire monthly pay roll. Bud I^ee goes to the city for more money, getting back safely with It, though hts horse Is killed under him. Both he and Judith see Trevors' hand in the crime. CHAPTER V—Continued In the chimp of brush, close to the .inter fringe, behind it low, broad boulder, n man had Inin on bis belly no longer ago than yesterday. Broken twigs showed It. a small brush crushed down told of It, the marks of his toes In some of the. softer soil proclaimed It eloquently. And, bad other signs been required, there they were: two empty brass cartridges where the automatic ejector had thrown them several feet away. While Judith visualized Just what had occurred, saw the tall man— he must have been tall for his boot toes to scratch the earth yonder while his rifle-barrel lay for support across the boulder In front—resting his gun and firing down into the canyon—Lee was back at her side, saying shortly: "What do you think? There's a plain trail up here, old as thp hills, hut tip-top for speedy—going.” ‘‘And," said Judith without looking up, "It runs down Into, the next sad dle, to the north of that ridge, curves up again and with monuments 1*11 along the way, runs straight to the Upper Knd and comes down to the northeast to the lake. It’s the old Indian trail. If the man we want turned east, fhen he went right on to the lake before In* stopped putting one fpot in front of the other. Unless he hid out all night, which I don’t be lieve.” "What makes you think he went that far?" "There's no other trail up here that gets anywhere. Now,” and she fuse swiftly, confronting him, “the tiling for you to do. Bud Lee, is to get back to your horse, take the road, make time getting tot lie Upper End and see what you can see there!'’ Hurrying buck to their horses, they rode to the ranch-house where Judith, witli no word of adieu, left Lee to go to the house. Lire made n late lunch, saddled another horse, and whan the bunk-house dock stood at a quarter of four, started for the Upper End. "That girl's got the savvy,’’ was ills one remark to himself. “Look!’’ exclaimed Judith, one has hipen refinlring the old cabin! He’s jpn^de a bench yonder under the Mg tree, too. And he has walled in the spring with rocks, and . . . Who in the world can It be? There’s even a little garden of wild flowers!’’ Bud I/ce, for no reason clear to him self. (lushed. He offered no explana tion at first. Here he spent many an hour when the time was his for Idling; here upon many a Sunday, wtrerrYvurk'wiis slack, did lie conn Some t-take a change on scaring Judith Sun- ford out of the country.’’ '•{ Lee stared at her a long time In silence. “I wouldn’t have said,” he offered finally, “that Bayne Trevors would make quite so strong a play as that.” “You wouldn’t! Then look him In tlie eye! And where’s his risk, if hq’s picked the right men, If lie sees them through, keeping the hack door open when they want to run for it? You Just gkinhle J’our hoots, Bud Lee, that To CHAPTER VI Under Fire Leo. coming^ to the water's edge sought to guess where the old Indian trail come down. And here again startling him for a second time, Jud ith rode up. She, too, had a fresh horse; she too now carried a ride across her arm. Bud Lee frowned. “One of us.” he sail] calmly, looking her straight in- the'eyes, “is going hack. Which one?” “Neither!”( she retorted promptly. She even smiled confidents- at him. “For I won't. And you won't.” “Do you need to be told,” lie asked her coolly, “that this is no sort of job. for a girl? You'd only he in the way.’’ “If you w ant glittering generalities,” she Jeered at him, “then listen to this: A man's job, first, last, and all time, is to be chivalrous to a woman! And not a bumptious boor!” Witli that she spurred by ilim, tnk- ■ H>e■trail which, led off to the right and so under the cliffs and to-TTFe mouth of a great, ragged chasm. In spite of liim, Bud Lee grinned after her. And, seeing that she was not to be turned hack. |ie followed. They b ft their horses and followed the old footpath, made their way into the chasm deeper and deeper and lit tle by little climbed ^ upward. The climb was less difficult! than It looked, and fifteen minutes brought them to the upland plateau and to the door of un old cabin, made of logs, set hack In a tiny grove of ^cedars. “I haven ! been here f<»r‘a vear,” smoke alone, loaf alone, read from the few books on the cabin’s shelves. “Maybe.” lie suggested at last, when if was clear that Judith was going straight to the door, “this is where our stick-up gents hang out. Choice place for a cutthroat to hibernate, huh?’’ “I don't believe it,’’ answered - Ju dith positively. “The man who made his hermitage here has a soul! -I’d rather own this cabin and live here, Mian have a palace on Fifth avenue!” She knocked at the door, knowing that silence would answer her, but hoping to have a man. calm-eyed, gentle-voiced, a romantic hermit in all of his picturesqueness, come to the door. “Going in?" asked Lee In well sim- ulated carelessness. “No," she told him freezing!)'. “Why should I? Would you want people poking about into your home just be cause it was in the heart of a wilder ness and you weren’t there to drive them out?’’ “No," answered Bud gravely. “Now that you ask me, I wouldn’t! Let’s go find Hint trail." "But,” continued Judith, “not being a fool, and realising that one of the men we want might possibly he In hiding In here, I am going to peek in.” • “Not being n fool.’’ lie repeated after her. adding gently, “and being a girl, which means filled with cu riosity.” A disdainful shoulder gave him his answer. The door was unlocked, after immemorial western custom, and Judilh opened it. Lee heard her little gasp <-f pure delight. "He's a dear, the man who lives here!” she announced positively. “You can just tell by looking at his home." ' * Looking in over her shoulder, Bud Leo wondered just what in his one- rooiu shanty had caught her enthus-' iasm. There was the rock fireplace with an Iron hook protruding from eaeh side for coffee-pot and stew-pot; a hunk with -a blanket smoothed over cedar houghs; a shelf with a dozen books; little else, so far as he could see or remember, to catch at Judith's delight. Yet she. looking through woman’s eyes, read In one quick “peek" the character of the dweller in this abode. One who was content witirlTttle, who loved a clean, outdoor life, and who was tranquilly above the pettiness of humanity. Judith closed the*door softly. Going straight across the plateau, she showed him where one could clamber up a steep way to the ridge. Once up there, It was hut ten minutes until, in a hollow, they found the monument marking a trail, a stone set upon a boulder. It was after five o'clock. When, following the trail hack and forth in Its winding along Hie side of the ridge, ♦ hey found the signs they sought, it was fast growing dark. But there, in a narrow defile where loose soil had filtered down, were tracks left by a large hoot. ^Tvee wmt down—-fin. his- hands and knees to study them In the dusk. He got up with a little grunt and moved down Hie trail. Again in- Mind tracks, this time more olearh defined. So dark was it now tbai they had lighted -several matches. "Two men,” he' announced wunder- ingty. “Fresh tracks, too. Made this . mornini; or last night. I’ll bet. < >ne rnming east from .Indian Head. The ntlier eoming west from the plateau behind ,us. Who's he? Where’d he come from?” , • , ■ -, • "lie's tlie second of the two merr who shot nr you," said Judith quickly. Bayne Trevors . . Without warning, without a sound of explosion came a wiry whine into the still air, a little venomous ping, and a bullet sped by just over their heads. But, through the gloom, they both saw the flash of the gun as It spat fire and lead, and, as though one impulse commanded them Judith’s rilie and Bud Lee's went to their shoulders and two reverberating re ports rang out In answer. “Lie down, d—n it!” cried Bud I^ee to tlie girl at his side, as again thor« came the flash from the cliffs off to the rigid and as again he answered It with his rifle. “Lie down yourself!" snapped Ju dith. And once more her rifle spoke with his. For one instant; framed against the darkening sky along Hie cliff edge five hundred yards away to tlie right, they saw a silhouette of a man, leaping from one boulder to another, a man who looked gigantically big in the un certain light. They fired; he jumped again and passed out of sight. - “Got his nerve,’’ grunted Lee as he pumped lead at Hie running figure. As an answer there came the third flash, tlie bullet striking the trail in front of them. And then the fourth flash, from a point a hundred yards to the left of the other. “That's Number Two,” muttered Lee. “TtTey’ve got us > in Hie open. Again he sought Judith, calling soft ly. There was no answer. Once more came the spurt of flame from the shel ter \of the cabin all. Then fifty yards off to Lee’s right, some fifty yards leaner the cabin, another shot. The first suaiddon that one of the men from the cliffs had made his w’ny down to Join issue at close quarters, was gone Un a dear understanding. That'was the bark of Judith's rifle; she had slipped away from him with out an Instant's delay and was creep ing closer and closer to the cabin. “D—n the girl!” cried Lee angrily. “She’ll get her fool self killed!” But as lie ran forward to Join her, he realized that she was doing the right thing—tlie only thing if they did not want to He out here all nigbf , for the men on the cliffs to pick off in the morning light. He knew that she could shoot; it seemed that she could do everything that was a man’s work and which a woman should know nothing about. Frowning Into the night, he thought that he could make out the dim blur Between Them—a Man Lay Helplessly. Let’s Mat it back to Hie you,” said Judith, be- “It's just foolishness” . “sticking out here" . “for them to pop us Bang! ( 1 then. Bud slipping in his tall body looming cried the gir!, forgetful of the con stralnt which had held them until now. “It’s like getting hack home for the first time! I love it." ”PUj do 1." Lee said within himself. Judith, cabin." "I'm with tween shots. .. . bang! . . . . . bajfg! . off.” Bang! They ran front of her, mmrty ne whence the shots came. He slid along the sharp slope to the plateau, putting out his arms toward her. And as she entiie down. Bud Lee grunted and etirsed under Ids breath. For there had been another flash out of 'the thickening night, fids one from the refuge toward which they were run- ; mug. A third man was shooting from i the shelter "f theCa'dn walls. Add Lee had felt a stinging pain as though a hot imn had scorched iis way along t-lio side of Ids log, : TrfuJudlth s fornu Tlie girl was stand ing erect; shooting, too, for again the duel of red spurts of flame t<Md where she and her quarry stood. Meanwhile’Lee ran, on, changing his original purpose, swerving out from where Judith was moving forward, turning to the left, hopeful to come to close quarters with their assailant before she could go down under that sharp rifle-fire or could bring down the other. For certainly, if she kept on that way, the time would come when some one would stop hot lead. Lee shifted his rifle to ids left hand, taking his revolver into ids right. From the cliffs came a shot and lie grunted at it contemptuously. It could do nothing but assure those be low that there was still some one up there. "Three of them to our two,” he es timated, "counting the two jaspers on the cliff. Two of us to their one, counting what's down here. And that's all Huit counts right this minute." A shot from Judith; a shot from the cabin; two shots from the cliffs. The two shots from above brought fresh news; not only were they closer to gether. but they Indicated the men up yonder were chining down.v Lee hurried. Then, at last, Ids narrowed eyes made out the faint outline of that which he sought. Close to the cabin, low down, evidently on his knees was Hie most important factor to he con sidered now. Still Lee was too far away to be certain of a hit and lie meant with ail of the grim determina tion In him to hit something at last. He ran on. drawing the fire away from Judith. A rifle ball sanip close to his side, another and another. He lost the dim shape of the kneeling man. who. he thought, had risen from ids knees and was standing, ids body tight- pressed to the cabin. “Why tlie- devil doesn't he run for it?" wondered Lee. But evidently, be the reason what ii might, the nian had no Intention o£- running. A bullet cut' through Lee’s sleeve. At last Lee • answered. He ran in closer as he fired and. running, emptied his revolver, Jammed it into his waistband clubbed ids rifle . . and realized with something of n shock that there were but two rifles on the cliffs to take into consideration. That other rifle, at the cabin, was still. Out of ammunition? Of plugged? Or play ing 'possum? Which? “Stop shooting!” he shouted to Judifh. “I'm coming!*’ she ' cried hack to him. Almost at the same instant, their two rifles ready, .they came the cabin. Between them on the_-*gfjfcnd a man lay at Hie corner, moving help lessly, groping for Ids fallen gun, full “I don’t want It! I can never touch It!” she whispered. Suddenly she was shaking froih head to foot, her eyes fixed in terrible fascination upon Crowdy’s face. Lee tossed theHFiVg to the bunk across the room, whence it fell clunking to the floor. J “Now she’s going to faint,” was his thought. “Well, I woji’t blame Her so d—n much. *. Boor little kid !” But he did not look at her again. He tore away Crowdy’s shirt to dis cover Just how serious the wound in the chest was. Unless Bill Crowdj hied to death, he stood an excellent chance to doing Ume In the peniten tiary. Lee stunoheddhe flow of blood, made a •rude bandage, and then, lift ing the body gently, carried It to the bunk. “Now,” said Lee, speaking bluntly, afraid that a tone of sympathy might merely aid Hie girl to “shake to pieces,” “we’ve got a cbancepto be on our way before Number iSvo and Number Three get into the game. Let’s rim for-it, Judith,!!. Health is Your Best Asset Raleigh, N. C—“After having a spell of biliou# fever, I became thin, was extremely nervous, and weak, with no strength or am bition. It just seemed impos sible for me to gain any strength until I began to take Dr. Pierce’s Favorite P r e - scription. Then I soon commenced to feel stronger. I gained in weight, my nervous sys tem became normal and by the time I had finished taking the ‘Prescrip tion’ I felt as well and strong as I ever felt in my life.”—Mrs. F. G. Simon, 31 S. Swain St Obtain this “Prescription” of your nearest dealer Tablets or liquid. Judith shook her head. “We’ll stay here until morning.” she said finally, her voice surprising Ivee, who had looked for a sign of weakness to accord with her sudden pallor and visible trembling. “What for?” he wanted to know. “We’ll have another fight on our hands if we do. Those fellows, this deep in It. are not going to quit while they know that there’s all that money in the shark !” “I don’t care,’’ said Judith firmly. “I won’t run from them or anybody else I know! And, besides, Bud Lee. I am not going to give them the chance to get Crowdy away. . . . Do you think he Is going to die?” "No. I don’). Doc Tripp will fix him up.” 7 ‘■Then herefr stay, for one. When I go, Bill Crowdy goes with me! He’s going to talk, Sid he’s going to help UK? send Bayne Trevors to the pen.” Bud Lee expressed all he had to say in a silent whistle. He'd made another mistake, that was all. Judith wasn't going to faint for him tonight. ■‘Then,’* lie said presently, setting her tlie example, "slip some fresh cartridges into your rifle and get ready fW more shooting. I'll put out the light and we’ll wait for what’s next.” Judith replenished the magazine of her rifle. Lee, watching from under the low-drawn brim of his hat. noted tpat her fingers were steady now. (’rowdy moved in his hunk, lifted a hand weakly, groaned and grew still. Lee rearranged his bandage. “But out the light now?” he asked Judith. “No,” she answered. “Since we’ve got to spend the night with a man in (’rowdy’s shape, it will he more eosoy, won't it, with the light on?” She even put out her hand to <>no of the books on the shelves which she could reach from her bench. “And now.” she added. “I’m sure that our.hermit won’t mind if we peep into his library, will he^- L Dolls Resemble Owners Dolls made to look exactly like the little girls who mother them are an in novation among this year’s toys. Ar tists model the heads of clay, cover them with stockinette, paint them, and attach silky goat’s 'hair.—Popular Science Monthly. MOTHER! Baby’s Best Laxative is "California Fig Syrup" When baby Is constipated, has wind- colic, feverish breath, coated-tougue, or diarrhea, a hulf-teaspoonful of genu ine “California Fig Syrup" promptly moves the poisons, gases, bile, souring food and waste right out. Never cramps or overacts. Babies love ita delicious taste. | Ask your druggist for genuine “Cali fornia Fig Syrup” which has full direc tions for infants in arms, and children of all ages, plainly printed on bottle. Mother! You must say "California" or you may get an imitation fig syrup. He Knows Her Weakness • Mrs Benham . I suppose you thought I would borrow trouble today, hut I didn’t. Benham—Were tlie neighbors all put of, it? * ing back. “Open tlie door," -said Bud. "I’ll get him inside and we’ll see who he hg, Hurry, Judith; those other jaspers, are working down thin way as fast as they know how.” Judith, taking time to snatch up the fallen rifle, ran around -Ur the door. Lee slipped his hanos^under the arm "Don’t I know every trail in this neck of the woods. Bud Lee? He followed another old. worn-out trail on the south side of the ranch. They met here just as 1 knew they would!” "What for?" Lee frowned through “Hurt iitueh?’’ asked Judtth quickly. Without waiting for an answer, she pumped two shots at the flash by the Hie darkness at her eager face. “What would they want to get together fur,? If they had any sense they would scat ter and clean out of the country." "Unless," Judith reminded him. "they don’t intend to clean out afldl! Unless they mean to stick ;o the cliffs and try their hands again at their sort of game. They’ll figure that we will expect them to he a long way from here by now, won’t they? Then where would they be safer than right here in these mountains? (Jive me a rifle and something to eat and I’ll de fy an ,army "getting me out of here. And think of It: If this is Trevors’ work, if he means business, think i what what two gunmen on these heights could do to us. They could pick off i threo-tliousand-dollar stallion down in the pens; they could drop more than (.ne prize bull or cow; and" she added sharply, "If they thought about girls''as some men think, they could cabin. - “No," grunted Lee. “Just scared. And now what? I want to know." Bud Lee, in Hie thicker darkness lying" along the edge of the plateau, sat with his hack against the rocks while he gave swift first aid to his wound. He brought into requisition the knotted handkerchief from his throat, hound it tightly around the calf of his leg and said lightly to Judith: "Just a fool scratch, you know. But I’ve no hankering to dribble out-a lot of blood from it.” Judith made no answer. I,ee took up ills rifle and turned to the spot where she had been standing a mo ment ago. She was not there. "Gone!” lie grunted, frowning Into the blackness hemming him in. “Now, do you suppose she’s up to? Fainted, most likely.” He got up and moved along the low rock wall, seeking her. A spurt of 'flame from tlie east corner of rh' 1 cabin drew his eyes away from his search and* -he pumped three quick ahots In answer. pits of Hie wounded imm and dragged him in Judith's wake. \ln the cabin, (tie door shut. Lee sttAicg a inn toll and went to a little sl/elf where there was a candle. “Bill Urowd)C<^gHsped Judith. Almost before Lee saw tin* man’s face-he saw the canvas hag tied to his belt, a bag identical with the eneriie hini-adf had brought from tlie bank at Bocky Bend. "No," answered Lee gravely. "Most likely he’ll be pmud.” Lee found time to muse that life is made of incongruities, woman of in consistencies. Here with a badly hurt man lying ten feet from her, with every likelihood of the night stillness being ripped in two by a rifle-shot, Ju dith sat and turned the. pages of a book. Bud Lee flushed as he watched her. She turned tlie pages slowly, came hack to the fly-leaf page, read the name scrawled there and, turning swiftly to Lee, said accusingly: “David Burrill Lee, you are a hum- Mtg!” ^ "Wrong again," grinned Lee. “A hermit, you mean! ‘A man with a soul’—” "Scat !” answered Jijdlth. But, un der B.udj Lee's tensing eyes, the color 'began to come hack info her cheeks. .•She‘li?id been a wee bit mthusiustlc over her hermit, making of him n pic turesque ideal. She had visioned him. even” to the calm eyes, gentle voice; A quick little frown touched her brows as she realized that the eyes and voire which her fancy had he- i stowed upon tlie hermit'were in actn- WOMEN NEED SWAMP-BOOT nlity the eyes and voice of Bud Me. But she. had called him a deaf. And Lee had been laughing at her all the time—had hot fold her, would never have told her. The thought came to her that she would like to slap Bud Lee’s face for hinn And she had told Tripp she would like to slap Bollock IL'inipton’s. Good and har'd! Hairs Catarrh Medicine ril" wc "The man—I hat stuck up Charlie ' Miller.” he said slmyly. “And there's ! your thousand bucks, or I'm a liar. I get something of their play now : those two fellows up there were wait ing to meet him and split' the swag three ways. And I’ve got .the guess they'll lie asking a look-in yet!” Lee knelt and with quick fingers sought the wound. There was a hole in Crowdy’s chest, high up near Hie throat, that was bleeding profusely. At first that -seemed the only wound. But In a second Lee had found an other. This was In the leg, and this, like Lee's was bound tightly with a handkerchief. “Got that, first rattle out of the box!” commented Lee. “See It? That's why he stuck on the job and didn't try to run for It. Looks like a rifle ball had smashed the hone.” ~ u Lle didn’t look up. His fingers, busy with the string at Crowdy’s belt, brought away the canvas bag. There was blood on It; It wa.? heavy and gave forth the mellow jangle of gold. "You win hack your thousand on tonight’s play.” he said, holding up tlie hag to Judith, lifting his eyes to tier face. * But Judith shrank hack, her eyes wide with horror. She had called hirf. a dear.. And now she wants tk slap his face. Well, well! What next? 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