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V X PAGE TWO THE BARNWELL PEOPLE, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA. Thursday, November 13, 1924. LAKE RANCH By ^JACKSON GHEGOra. COPYRIGHT DYv^* CHARLES SCIUBNETV'S SONS JUDITH’S SECRET SYN'iU’SIS. i'.nd I**", liorse fur, in: n of l he lilne l.ako ranch. (•nn\inciil I'.ayin- TrcsnrK, rnan- «Her. Is ,tci iin i a ih % wreckinit tlic [irni’crty civviuil by Judith Sanfi'iii. a >miiuk wiunan, her ciiinin. I' i * 11 * * c k Hampton, and Timothy (Jiuv, dcc.d's to throw uji Ins Joli Judith arrives and announced she In s"bought tiray's share in tie ranch and will run It She di'chaiKes Trevors after Khootinjt him twice in self-de fence The men on the ranch dislike taking orders from a trlrl, but ITv subduiriK a vicious horse an I provlnx her thorough knowleilxe of ranch life, JudHIe wins the lest of them ov<r la-e decides to stay, for a while at least .1 iid t it heeomes con v need that her vet e ri na rui t). Mill t'row- dy Is treacherous She d schartt's him and trets hack I >oc Tripp her dead fathers man. I’olloYt Hampton, part owner, comes to Hood." Trevors accepts inv itatlon to visit the lessentfer Is held the mqiht hi y Mild la'e poes to the more money, RettinK hack safely with it. thnilKh h s horse Is killed . under him Moth he and Judith sye Trevors' hand In the crime, Hor cholera hard to account for. tireaks out on the ranch Judith and l.er investl- Rate the scene of the holdup A cabin In a flower-planted clear- InRj excites Judith's admiration. It,is I.ec's, UiouRh he does not say so. They are tired on from ambush, and Lee wounded. An- swerlnR the tire, they make for the cabin Here they And Mill ('rowdy wounded. DraRRitlR him Into the 'hnildinR. they find he has the money taken from Ju dith's messeiiRpr They are be- sleRed In the cabin. stay "for Ha mpton ranch J uj up and jiny roIL cltv for s Invitatlo itl'itlrs niesi Is,tdu d of , CHAPTER VII —7— » Pardnera From without came tin* low murmur of men's voices. Judith laid tier hook aside tind drew her ride across her knees, her .eves bright and eager. At Infrequent intervals for perhaps three fir four minutes the two voices came Indistinctly to those in the cabin. Then silence for as long a time. And then a voice again, lids time quite near the door, calling out clearly ;- i “Iley. you In there! Pitch the mon ey out the window ami we'll let you go." "There's a voice," said Judith quiet ly. “to remember! I'll he aide to swear to it in court.’’ Certainly a voice to remember, just as one remembers an unusual face for years, though it he hut a chance one Seen in a crowd. A voice markedly In dividual, not merely because - it Iwas somewhat high-pitched for a man's, but rather for a quality not easily de fined. which gave to it a certain vi brant. unpleasant harshness, sounding metallic almost, rasping, as though with tjo* hiss of steel surfaces rub bing. Altogether impossible to describe adequately, yet, ns Judilli said, not to he forgotten. , Lee turned triumphantly to the girl. tag!" he whispered to poker with that voice four months ago in "I've gut his her. "I pla.vei one night not Pocky Mend !" "W ho is lie?" Judith whispered hack. "With (’rowdy down, if we know who one of these men is, the rest will lie ensyr-—WhrrTs he * 1 ^ ‘A had egg," Lee told tier gravely, i "He's done time in tin* stale pen. lie's been out less than a year, (•unman. 'Mickup man. convicted once already; for manslaughter . . "Not Chris fjuinnioii, p.ud Lee!" sIh (Tied excitedly. ".Nut Chris Quin nion JudiMi, her lips tightly compressed, shook her head. "You didn't find him imdcr the f, ar.] did you? And the blow flint killed him might have been dealt with some heavy weapon in the hands of a man stand ing behind him, mightn't It? 1 know, P.ud Lee, I know!" "How do you know?" tie demanded Insistently, "You weren’t here even." "No. I was In San Francisco. Put tla* day before 1 had a letter from fa ther. lie expected me home very soon. He was going out, he said in ids letter, to look at the road over the mountain He wrote that the grade was danger ous, especially at the very place where tlie car went over!• He wanted me to know so that in ease tie could not get the work done on it before I came. I would he careful. On top of that would lie go and run ids car into such dan ger as that? Oh, I know!" she cried again, her hands hard upon her rille. "I know, I tell you! From the first I suspected. I knew that Chris Quin- nlon had threatened a dozen times to ‘get’ father. I knew that soon or late In* would try. I wrote Km met Saw yer, our county sheriff, and told him "hat i believed, asked him f<» go to the spot and see what the signs told. A square man is Kmmet Sawyer and as sharp as tacks." “And he told you, that you were mis taken ?" "He did nothing of the kind! lie reported that the tracks of the car showed that It had kept well away from the bahk. that evidently it had stopped then*, that again It had gone on. swerving so as to run close to the edge! I know what happened: Father got out to look at the dangerous spot and to put up the sign he had brought with him and that was found in the road. Chris Quinnion had followed him, perhaps to shoot him down from he hind. Chris Qulnnlon's way! Then lie saw a safer way. He came up behind poor old dad and struck him on the head With something, rifle-barrel or re volver. lie started the car up and let It run over the hank. He—" She broke off then. Bud Ia*c felt that tie knew what she would say if she could bring herself to go on; that slit* would tell how crooked. Chris Quinnion had thrown the unconscious man down over the hank to lie, bruised and broken, by the wrecked ea r. "You’ve got to tie almighty sure be fore you make a charge like that," he reminded her. "If Quinnion hndj done it, why didn't Kmmet Sawyer git the dead wood on him?" i “Because," she whispered quickly, "a nian fooled Sawyer! Yes, and fooled nil*! Quinnion established an alibi. A i man whose word there was no reason to. doubt said that Quinnion was wTth him ut the time of tin* murder. And that man was—Bayne Trevors!" "Trevors?" muttered Kee. ' He shook his tiead. "Trevors Is a hard man, Ju dith. And he's a scoundrel, if you want to know! But frame up a mur der deal—plan to murder I.uke San ford—No. I don’t believe it!” "Is he the man to nfiss a chance that lay at ids hand? The main chance for him? The chance to hold a man like Chris Quinnion in the hollow of ids hand, to make him do ids bidding, - to' set Idni Jilst such work as he is doing now? Answer me! Is Bayne Trevors al'ovr Ti ileal like ilnnT 1 Bud Lee’s answer was silence. “And there is one oilier tiling," went on Jii(|ith swiftly, “known to no one hut Khiniet Sawyer, whom l told, and And Bud Lee, seeing no better way ahead for them, blew out the candle, forced Judith to stand close to the rock chimney of the fireplace, took his station near her, and answered Quin nion, saying shortly: "Come ahead when you’re ready. We’re waiting.” Quinnlon’s curse, the crack of his rifle, the flying splinters from the cab in door, came together like one Im placable menace. "And now, Bud Lee,” cried Judith quickly, "I don’t mind telling you, not seeing the end of the string we are playing, that you are a man to my lik ing !’’ "My hat’s ofT," said Lee, with grave simplicity. “And in any old kind of a fight a man wouldn’t want a better pardner than I can reach now, putting out my hand. He’d want—Just a thor oughbred ! And now, little pardner, let’s give them—fits!” Crouching in the dark, reserving their own lire while they waited for something more definite than the bark of a rifle to shoot at, their hands met. ****•«• It came about, quite as matters often do, that at the three-mile-distant ranch headquarters it Was one who knew comparatively little of the ways of tills part of (lie world who was tir^t to suspect that all was not well with Ju dith Sanford. To Bollock Hampton her failure to apjiear at dinner was signifi cant. He learned from M|rs. Simpson that In tin* afternoon Judith, after a hur ried lunch, had taken her rifle and rid den away. Where? Mrs. Simpson did not know. "Hurried lunch?" said Hampton. "Took tier rifle, did she?” His eves had grown very serious as he stared down Into Mrs. Simpson’s concerned face. Hampton sent to the men’s quarters word for Carson and Lee to come to the house. He strode up nhd down the office, the frown gathering Upon ids usually I"' ("ti 1111 a in led sofilv. Inmili-exLdollnWr wn« mo m- i.ankeT ll< ' n.-e uppiug otiF"hand off j was not found op* his body. When h 1 him. W s : it s crooked Chi is Qiiin did it go me and Chris Quinnion. In father's let ter lie told .me that a man had paid fepi some money the da\ before,* and that he was ROlng to drive to Rocky j Bend lo iiait|f|jJ_.LT4^,H--mrrns(S^- !S tn IT 1)0(1 v. nion. Hi the\ and <‘\ es, eyes heart. "Tiii'ii, 11 i t i I, i l e r a secret You don't know hini, do you?" had never seen her eyes look as looked now. They were as hard •light as steel; no true woman's lie tleuighi swiHIy Rather the <»f a man with murder in ids I op* ids thank Cod!" voire tense, witti me. Bud "Kven that '" doesn’t incriininati Quinnion. you know.” "No. n,e rest is pure guesswork on my part, (iuesswork based on what 1 kiiiTVcmNot enough to hang Chris Quin nion. Bud Lee. But enough to make me sun*. He’s working at Trevors’ 1 game right now. If we eajr-prqve that Hampton Strode Up and Down the Office. smooth brows. Plainly if something had happened to Judith the present responsibility lay upon his shoulders as next in authority. “Here I .•tin," announced Carson briefly. “What is it?" -,A , -A- —" -•* - ■ "I ary a little worried, Carson,” said Hampton, “about Miss Sanford. I'm afraid—” "Afraid? Afraid of what? You don’t think she eloped with your Jap or stoli* the spoons, do you?" snapped Carson. He had been interrupted at the crucial point in a game of erib- bage with Poker Face and the cattle man's w eak spot w as cribbage.. He glared at Hampton belligerently. “Where ‘is Lee?" questioned Hamil ton sharply. “Whydidn't he come?" "Ininno." ‘ answered Carson, 1 still without interest. "I ain't ’seen him. Wasn't in for_supper—" “I tell you," cried Hampton, angry at Cur-,oii'c quiet m ' cpiance of incf'ir which to him were darkly significant, “he, too, was out with his rifle today; 1 saw him myself. Now he fails to show up! I lori't you see w hat all this points to?" , i Carson, who seldom lost ids poise, with one-half* of his brain still given over to the hand lie meant to play with Poker Face," merely sighed arfd shook Ills iiend- " ! —i— —— ton left them and went to his room for a rifle and cartridge-belt. He In tended to slip out quietly^—Jlarda met him in- the hall; she had heard his quick steps and guessed that lie was going out. Now clearly, though she was frightened, she was,.delighted with him. He had never thrilled her like tliis before. She had never guessed that Bollock Hampton could he so stern-fac^d, so purposeful. She whis pered an entreaty that he he careful, then, as tie went out, ran back to the others, tier eyes shining. “Bollock Is going to see what Is the matter," she announced excitedly. Hampton passed swiftly through the courtyard. He saw the light of tin* hunk-house gleaming brightly. On his way down the knoll he came upon Tommy Burkitt. "Is it Mr. Hampton?" asked Tommy, coming close in the darkness to peer at him. “Yes. What is it? Who are you?" “Bin Burkitt. Tommy Burkitt, you know—Bud Lee’s helper. I—I am afraid something has happened- Lee hasn't come in yet. They tried to pick hipi off once already, you know—” “Neither lias Miss Sanford come in," said Hampton quickly, sensing here at last a fear that was fellow to his own. “They rode toward thy. Upper Knd. You know the way, Burkitt?" He moved on toward the corral; Burkitt turned and came, with him. “Sure 1 know the trail,” muttered Tommy. “You’re goih' to see what’s wrong with ’em? Miss Ju'(l>, too! My G—d—” "Bring out a couple of horses, Hampton commanded crisply. “We've l(*st time enough already,’’ "I II go tell Carson an’ the hoys—’’ “I have already told Carson. He says it's all nonsense. Leave him alone.” Tommy, hoy that he was, asked no further questions, hut ran ahead and brought out two horses. In a twinkling he had saddled them and the two riders, each witli a rifle across his arm, were hurrying over the mountain trail. In the blackness which lay along the upper river Hampton gave his horse a free rein and let it follow at Tommy’s heels. When, finally,., they drew rein under the cliffs at the lake's edge all was silent save* for the faint distant booming of the river below them. "Now which way?” whispered 1 Hampton. _ • J Tommy was shaking ills head in un certainty when suddenly from above there came to them the sharp report of, front of him. Shorty stumbled over i fallen log and rose, cursing anil call ing: ““Chris! Lend a hand." That little chance of an uprooted tree saved Hampton's life that night. Shorty, falling, had dropped his gun and hurt his knee. Fot a moment he groped wildly for the lost rifle, then ran off without it. Hampton cleared the log and. with a yell rather befitting a victorious savage than the young man whom Mrs. Langworthy hoped to cafl her son, threw ids long arms about Shorty’s neck. “1 got him!” shouted Hampton. "By glory—’’ ' Shorty drove a big brutal fisf smash ing Inti) his captor’s fae% Hut Hamp ton merely lowered his heatv. hiding ii against Shorty's henving shoulders, and tightened ids grip. Shorty strug gled to his feet, slinking at him, tearing at him, driving one ii>t after the other^ into Hampton's body. But, with a grimness of purpose as new to 1dm as was the whole of tonight’s adventure, Hampton held on. Judith and Lee and Burkitt came to them as they were fallingmgain. Now suddenly, with other hard hands upon him, Shorty relaxed, and Hampton, Ids face hhiody, Ids body sore, sunk back. He had done a mad thing— hut triumph lay in that he had done It. -"A man never can. tell,” muttered Bud Lee, with less thought of the cap tive than of the captor—"never can tell.” "I am thinking." said Judith won- deringly, ’’that 1 * never quite did you justice, Bollock Hampton!” a rifle. Then,,like a bundle of tire-j crackers, a volley of half a dozen stac cato shots. “Listen to that, Burkitt,” muttered Hampton. “They’re at it now—we re ; on time—’’ Tommy slipped from the saddle ; wordlessly, came to Hampton’s side and tugged gently at his leg, whisper ing for him to get down. Leaving their horses there, they slipped, into i the utter darkness of the narrow ; chasm In the rocks which gave access ; to the phTtfau above. i “Now,” cautioned Tommy guardedly, ns they came to the top, "keep close to me if you don't want to take a header ; s i r ,,| mv 0 f about a thousan’ feet. Look!” He nudged Hampton and pointed. “There are two horses across yonder; Bud's an’ Miss Judy's, most likely." Hampton did 'not see them, did not seek to see them.- Something new, vi tal, big, had swept suddenly into his life. He was at grips first-hand with tinmaaked, pulsing forces. "They’re at it now!” lie whispered to Burkitt. Men—Ves, and a girl—were shooting, not at Just, wooden ami paper targets, hut at other men! At men who shot back, and shot to kill. “Listen,” said Burkitt. "Somebody's in tile old cabin; somebody's outside. AVhich is which? We got to he awfuB •• an ,| 'fQ jp.. careful." They began a slow, cautious ap proach, slipping from hush to bush, j from tree to tree, standing motionless j now and then to frown into the folds CHAPTER VIII Just a Girl, After All Hampton's' captive, known to them only as Shorty, a heavy, surly man whose small, close-set eyes burned evilly under his paly* brows, rode that night 'between Hampton and Judith down to the ranch-hc.use. He main tained a stubborn silence after the first outburst of rage. . Burkitt and Lee, despite Judith's ob jections because of Lee’s wounded leg, remained at the cabin with Bill (’row dy. (’rowdy had lost, n deal of blood and, though lie complained ,of little pain, was clearly In sore need of_medi- cal attention, (.'rowdy, like Shorty, refused to talk. “Aw, h—1,” he grunted as Lee de manded what influence had brought him with Shorty ami Quinnion into this mad project, “let me alone, can’t you ?" The events of the rest of the nigtit and of the igorrow may he briefly told: Shorty’s modest request for n glass of whisky was granted him. Then, tils hands still hound securely by Carson, he was put in tin* small grain-house, a windowless, ten-by-ten house (if logs. An admirable Jail this, with it- heavy padlock snapped into a deeply-imbed ded staple and the great hasp in place. The key safely in Judith’s" possession, Shorty was left to his own thoughts while Judith and Hampton wejn to the house. In answer to Judith's call, Doc Tripp came without delay, left brief, disconcerting word that without the a doubt the i hogs were stricken .with cholera, imd went on with Ins little hag to see what his skill could do for Bill < ’rowdy. "Ought to give him sulphur fuaies," grunted Tripp. But hm hands ftere very gentle with tlie wounded man, for ail that. Bollock Hampton had no thought of sleep that night ; didn’t so nnVrli as go . to bed. He lay on a couch in the liv ing room and Marcia Langworthy, tre mendously moved at the recital Ju dith gave of Hampton's heroism, flut tered about him, playing nurse to tier heart.’s delight. Mrs. Langworthy ^complacently looked into the future maturity of her own plans. Before daylight (’arson, with half a dozen men, had breakfasted, saddled and was ready to ride to the. Upper Knd to begin the search for Quinnion. But before he rode, ('arson made tlie I niversitl “>u-Sful" 15utteric* (or Tower an.l light phmls Prompt shlpno-nt. Uea- p.inabl*- allowance for ohl batteries I'aro- llnji Willjsi I.iRhl Ci*. Laurlnbui k,- N <”. quest if HUNT'S SALVE fails In the treatment of ITCH, ECZEMA. RIN( • WORM.TETTEK or other ItchinR skin diseasea. Price 75o at druggists, or direct from A.I. Rldiartt Midliiai Co . Shrnnm Tti Rude "Have you any dried peaches?” "one," tin* mean-hearted grocer an swered. "My pretty indy cashier lias been with me thirty-nine years,"—Tlie Brogressive Grocer. of the night’s curtains. Abruptly the-j discovery that during the night the tiling censed. ! hey made outwaguely ; staple and hasp on tlie grain-house tie* two forms of the attackers, having: door had been wrenched away and located them a moment 'ag'<_hy the | thpt ^hnrtc wim —(’ai'Kon'iT'Tata was a dull, brick red. Not yet had lie brought -himself to accept the full sig niilennce of events. A hold-up, such as Charlie Miller had exjierienced, is one thing; a continued series of inci dents like- these hapiiening upon the corrtinps of the Blue Lake ranch, was quite nnojher. Only too plainly he realized nigt Shorty had had an ac- fnmpiict.—m .tlie ranib Tu-TidilllarTers spuriirig names from their guns. Then. I "Got'enough in there?” came the snarl- ; ing voice of Quinniop. “If you haven't, j I’m going to burn you out an' he d—d to you!” He got an answer he little expected. For Hampton, running out into the open, now that lie knew that Bud and Judith must be in tlie cabin, was flrlmi as he came. Burkitt’s rifle spoke wltfr -Wjc -4*1—1 mine who had come to ids assistance. not for tlie man calling to us now, I.uke Sanford would lie here in our stead. Crooked Chris Quinnion served his time in San Quentin because my father sent him there. And lie had not been free six months before he kept his oath and murdered my poor old dad!’’ “Well?’*scaine the interrupting snarl of Quinnion’s voice, like the ominous whine of’an enraged animal. “What’s the word?" “Give us five minutes to think It over," returned Lee coolly^ And, In credulous eyes on Judith’s set face, he said gently: “I was on the ranch when the accident happened. He must have driven that heavy car a little too close te the edge of the grade. The bank Jest naturally gave way.” whispered Ju '('an \ (Hi keep it is-Trevors’ game it will gu to show Leo? Were it how worthless his alibi'was." "UflD" called Quinnion, the third time. "What about it? We ain't goin’ to wait all night.’’ “Tell him,” whispered Judith, her hand e.i Fee’s arm, "to come and get it if lie wants it! One of us can hold the cabin against the two of them while the other slips out In the dark and rides hack to the ranch-house for help. If we’re in luck, Bud Lee, we’ll corner the bunch of them before daylight! "It’s the only way," she insisted. "If w-e gave them the money they’d want BUI Crowdy next. If they got Crowdy away with th|pm into the mountains I am not sure jifoey could not hide until they got him safe in Trevora' hands. Then we’d have the whole fight still to make, sooner or later. It's our one bet, Lee!* Hampton came swiftly to Carson’s side. "Tltev left the Lowqr Knd this afternoon and came on here. Then, both armed,, they rode away again at four or five o'clock. I tell you, man, something lias happened to them." “Don’t—believe it," retorted Carson. “Not for one little lialf-minute, I don’t. What's to happen? Hull?" Y —"You know His well 'as*F do what sort of characters are about. The man who robbed Charlie Miller—who shot at Bud Lee—" “Whoa!” grinned Carson. "Don't you go and fool yourself. That stick- up gent is a clean hundred miles from here rigid now an’ still going real live ly. If any other Jasper lent him a hand, why. he's on his way. too. Not stopping to pick flowers. It’s the way them kind plays the game." Carson was so cheerfully certain, so amused at the thought of Bud Lee and Judith Sanford requiring anybody’s as- siatance, so confident concerning the methods of outlaws, that finally Hampton sent him away, half-assured, and ^rent himself to his friends In the living room. He let 1 half an hour slip by In rest less inactivity. For, no matter what Carson might say or these people here ie. Judith had not ret come In. Hamn- "Run for it. Shorty!" yelled Quin nion. “You know where. We’re up against the Blue Lake boys.” “Bud!"' shouted Tommy. ,“0h, Bud !’’ "In ,the cabin," came Bud's ringing answer. “Give ’em h—I, Tommy! j Coming!” AYitii ids words came tlie sound of j the door snapping hack against the wall, the reports of Tommy's rifle and Hampton's pumping .hot tend after two racing forms. "Tliey’ll get away!" shouted Hamp ton, a Sudden, red rag** upon him. “Curse it ! It's too dark—” Then Tommy gave over shooting and yelled to Lee to, hold his fire. For instead of twh there were three flying forms, three fast-racing, blurring, shadowy shapes merging with the TYight. Pollock Hampton, his rifle clubbed in his hand, was running with a college sprinter’s speed after Quin nion and Shorty, calling breathlessly: "Look out, they’ll get away!” “Hampton, come back!” shouted Lee, running after him. But Hampton was gaining on the heavy-set Shorty and had no thought of coming back. Nor a thought of any thing Id all,the wide world just then but overtaking the flying figure la Shorty’s escape shows there is treachery in Judith's ranks. Who—ie the traitor? n (TO BE CONTINUED.) Honey Once Main Sweet It is only within tlie last few can.- turies that sugar lias become known, and within tlie, last generation or so that refined sugars have become so low in price that they may be com monly used In the poorest families. Formerly honey was the prineipul sweet, and it wns.^one of thej Items sent as a propitiator^ offering By Ja cob to his unrecognized sonj| the chief ruler of Egypt 3,000 years ti^fore the first sugar refinery was built. ■ — Linoleum Poliah An excellent polish and preservative for linoleum can be ma<If as follows: Dissolve one ounce of shellac In one pint of methylated spirits and apply wjth a soft cloth. ( The shellac must be thoroughly dissolved by allowing the mixture to stand covered up for a few houra. 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