May 8, 1944 (4 pages)

\Bar. Setectnas TE eo be oe US sata 7 bv ie * slley 4 sss “a5 ei = L—t ise © yNDAY, MAY 8, 1944 — NEVADA CITY NUGGET . Spring Tonics , Select one of these reliable guaranteed Rexall Tonics . and avoid having “Spring 99 F NA, REXALL BEEF [RON AND WINE, REXALL TONIO W ITH . CASCARA, VINELAND TONIC, PUREEST YEAST AND IRON TAR\yeTS, IRON, LIVER AND . BONE MARROW COMP. REXlan SARSAPARILLA COM. Lt pLENAMINS—And Others [R. E. HARRIS . CHAPTER IX Clay Manning Stood up and went to the pit and kicked another log onto the blaze. It was a restless act; the brief upward glow caught the irritation on his face. With all the other men quieted by a good meal something was driving this big blond and wouldn’t let him rest. He swung ‘back almost as if a hand had gripped his shoulders and turned him with a sudden violence. It’s my guard, Lew. I’m going out. The others needn’t come till they’re ready.’’ : “Plenty of time,” he said. “Take it easy.”’ But. Clay’s huge plunging gait was carrying him on. He got up and followed, urged by a quick, yet unshaped ‘suspicion. ‘Wait a minute.’”’ He caught up off in the decreasing light. There was no.heat in him, only a dull outrage against . this man who had so much and was using it. so badly. He could still see Joy’s look, grave and strange and sweet, promising all that a woman could promise,.and yet Clay could go on in his bullheaded secret way surely toward some kind of ruin. ‘“‘There’s four men out now,” he said. Moonlight and Splann had not come in. ‘Why are you going, Clay?’’ e : : } Chamber of Commerce * } OFRICH IN CITY HALL s; \ PHONE 575 : Oleaners, .Washing Machines, . Electric: Irons, Stoves, in shert anything that is used . ke ,00-M n W. Dar . NUaQET . . FLYING” eBUY. @ DEFENSE . . } @STAMPS ] stamped so clearly on his brain, it The answer came in a surly growl. “There’s a storm blowing up. You can see that yourself.” & He could, but that wasn’t it. ‘He waited, letting his eyes probe through the dim light and seeing the ruddy face turn more and more strained with its controlled temper. He let his words drop quietly. “Yes. If that was all. What is it?” ‘What else do you think?” “I think you’d better use your head. Clay; wake up! “You haven’t covered your tracks so much: You've left a trail ever since we started’. .'. and it’s crooked as the devil!”’ , He saw Clay’s ruddiness flood suddenly. dark, and then that color ebbed ‘and all the lose lines of his face were drgwn_ tight. Something charged and desperate was like a strong force held violently inside him. — Joy was coming toward them. “Lew.’? She nodded him aside and raised fer hands against Clay’s chest. ‘‘You can’t go now! Aren’t you going to dance with me? Owl‘Head promised to play his fiddle . . . after the show.’’ She laughed; her hands gave hima quick pat. ‘‘Now . : you come on!’’ She pulled him back to her wagon and raised her arms for him to lift her inside, A keg made a seat‘in front of the low cabinet organ. The bellows wheezed, pumping in air, and then she pressed out a long ”). chord. Charley Storms’ muffled voice came from beneath the chuck-wagon canvas. She changed at once into the ‘‘Blue Danube Waltz.”’ The wagon flaps parted. Neal and '. Charley jumped out into the firelight, joined hands and curtsied. In waltz time they began to dance. with each other, coyly, like those girls of Kate’s, teasing the men. Young Jim Hope took it with a whoop. Lew watched the older men’s faces. They were not remembering . that Joy Arnold had never seen men guy goyit at Rowdy Kate’s. ° Then he saw Clay start: toward her, his face angered. But when he reached her wagon she laughed him aside. She finished the waltz, and as she dropped her hands from the keys, still flushed and shaking with that laughter, there came a far-off ‘clapping across the sky like applause from some distant audience, Someone said, ‘“‘Listen! Thunder.’ Lew turned his head outward to the blackness and waited, hearing Joe Wheat say, ‘‘Give me a jig, girl, 1 and I'll show these pullets a dance!”’ The next instant, as if that thunderon the earth, even before the ratile, of guns reached him. He jerked back to face the camp. with that. picture seemed that all of them must have been frozen there many minutes. He saw Joy’s lips parted, her laughter halted and set, and Clay looking upat her, his face gone wholly blank. Neal Good and Charley Storms stood with their shirts disarranged in front 1 of the old men they had been dancwith, and Owl-Head Jackson was Pa a-piece of pie. It seemed minutes, and yet he knew it could have lasted only a fraction of a second, while the earth jarred beneath 4 them and the air shook with the drumming of four thousand longhorns on the run. His horse was close to ‘tamp and he was first in the saddle, with the . others delayed in running out to their picketed animals, Alone, he ed into the night’s blackness. Othere had been no more shooting after that ragged volley. No more was needed. It had jumped the four thousand longhorns in a single startled mass. Slow and awkward as . . they looked, they could outdist ood horse for a little while E oi: Faaats fright. He could only follow them, guided by the rattling drumbeat of their split hoofs. He felt his horse stumble on the roughened bed ground; a blacker ‘line of creek-bottom. trees loomed ‘suddenly. By it he knew the herd was running west. They had crossed in a mass, leveling the brush and smaller willows. But there were larger trunks that some.of the cattle had struck. The horse lifted him over a motionless shape and raced Beyond the. creek they had contuned running straight. He could , ee ‘ clap ‘had been’ a signal, he caught’; . the repeated-spurts of light low down feel the flat, unbroken land’ and shelf between the low hills and the river. Riding loose, giving the animal beneath him every chance to keep on its feet, he waited for a certain time. Running was not a natural pace for cattle. drumbeat fell into the longer rhythm of “a gallop he knew they were tiring. Slowly he began to overtake rolling on in front of him. Working off to the left, he listened batkward to catch any sound above the pounding roar. But it was not those men coming from. camp that he wanted to locate. They were safe enough unless a horse stumbled. It was the others who had been with the herd when it jumped that gave him a cold dread. He had forgotten the storm. there had been another thunderclap it was drowned by the rattling jar in his ears. A crooked flash close in front af the longhorns was his first warning. Against its white light all of the widespread herd stood out briefly, caught in tossing. waves, gone too soon for him to locate any rider. Someone was close before he heard the pounding thud of. hoofs. Then the rider was alongside, Jim Hope’s high young voice yelling, “Tew!” “All right,’’ he yelled back. ‘‘Any more coming?”’ ‘Somewhere. to do?” : ‘Swing off and stay clear! Don’t ride too close.” The fading voice came gleefully, ‘‘Ain’t they a spooky sight?’’ He was alone again, holding his. own running pace beside the herd. What you want me Suddenly his horse snorted, spread his legs, and stopped: Their growling complaint had risen now above the clack of horns and hoofs. It was like sounds jolted out of them at every lumbering step. They were tired and yet the mass fright drove them on. Gradually he worked forward and thought he must be near the front, when up ahead the galloping rhythm broke. There was nothing for him to see on the black earth. But his horse dug in suddenly, trying to stop, let himself go and leaped: The fall was long and they struck hard. The saddle horn rammed his stomach. It bent him over as the horse lunged on up a steep bank. It was a little time, running on again with the breath knocked out of him, before he could look for the cattle. He turned his head and saw them beneath the lightning’s repeated flashes, pouring into a narrow gulley and wiggling out like worms. He looked for Jim Hope and couldn’t find him. He started to wheel back. A split bunch of longhorns cut him off. The gulley had broken up the herd. ‘whelming numbers. -hoped. Eight’ or ten men might and slick. It slowed the longhorns. He felt a man’s bleak heiplessness: in that ment, swept on by the wild rush of the cattle’s overThere was no chance now for the thing he had have turned them and got them milling. One alone could do nothing at all. The lightning’s quickened flashes blinded him; ‘its thunder made a bursting pressure in his ears. And then he thought they had collided head on with a solid pillar of white fire. His horse recoiled: and squatted as if hit. Its heart pounded beneath his leg. His own body had gone numb and slack. Instinct made him lock his hands on the saddle horn, his eyes wholly blind from that vivid whiteness, while he was aware of a strange dead hush and a smell of burned powder and hot ash. How long that daze lasted he couldn’t tell afterward. He was moving. The cattle were around him. A waterfall had opened over his head. 4 With the rain‘there was no more lightning; only the steady downpour that turned the gumbo earth sticky’ Working out of them, he could hear their hoofs’ slap the mud as they lumbered on, at a walk now, but in. their stubborn, relentless way. judged they were aimed along the. . cry to turn them. the rear that was like a dark wave . A tes \ If: He reached the edge and rode hunched over, letting time pass. The , warm rain soaked through to his skin. Steam rose from his laboring horse. Sound was his only guide. Off in the dark he could hear the tonghorns come almost to a stop, When the . and then, ; 3tampeding fright, they would bolt scary from their first jieavily into.a short run. He didn’t Better wait until jJawn. In the dragging hours their runs became shorter. .The rain stopped; . a little light began to show his world. It was suddenly as if fatigue had hit the cattle on their bony heads. They seemed to halt between one step and another, with only their vanting jJark mass. He let them rest while daylight came on, until he could estimate four or five hundred in this bunch. he night’s run. Tongues lolled and their big eyes bulged in their sockets., It would take weeks to get back the pounds they had lost in these few hours. The morning star was up, large and yellow,. straight ahead and dawn was green in the sky when he saw the first of other bunches coming out of the hills to the south. There were more along the river, north. He felt better. And as those straggling lines converged with his on the flat shelf and he could see men with each one that dread left him. Joe Wheat, Ash Brownstone and Charley Storms -were the “first to join their cattle in. They-rode back. He saw that Charley hadn’t stopped for his pants but had ridden the night in his long-legged underwear. They trailed behind the herd. Farther on, when Quarternight and Moonlight. Bailey angled in from the: river with their strays, he rode up to shape the point with Rebel John. The herd was growing. Ahead, Neal Good waited with a smaller bunch. Four men were still missing, Clay and Ed Splann, Steve and Tom Arnold. . The longhorns’ run had taken them . far west, and it was not until after {two hours of steady, speechless riding that he saw Owl-Head Jackson’s ane smoke lift from the junction of the river and its tributary creek. . He searched along the creek’s _rrowth for the trampled part where ‘the herd Could cross. Something . halted his drifting gaze. _He brought .li back. An icy coldness crept over i ‘John,’ he said-and pointed, ‘“‘I’d ' better go look.” ; it was a riderless horse. from half a mile off he knew by the . way the animal was standing, crookedly, with a tired patience, that it had broken a leg. Closer, he saw the saddle under its belly. Its head raised a little as he approached but dropped again. He drew his gun ‘and put the muzzle close behind one pointed ear and felt sick as he pulled the trigger. Dragging tracks led toward the creek. He followed them, steeled against a thing he had looked upon before and yet chilled even by those memories. His shot had brought two riders starting out of the distant river trees near camp. He couldn’t tell who they were. Then suddenly his horse snorted, spread its legs and stopped. The trampled swath of creekbottom willow lay beyond the low bank. He looked where the animal’s ears pointed and in that first moment felt no shock. All of his senses seemed to have gone dead. In that strangely suspended. feeling he turned back, fired his gun in the air and waved the men on from the herd. They loped toward him, When they saw the horse he had shot no one asked for the rider, He said, “It’s Tom,’’ and saw their faces, haggard from ‘the night’s work, only set a little more. The two from camp were close now, Clay and Splann, hurried on by his second shot. It struck him that they didn’t look worn out like the rest of the men. Clay pulled in beside him. ‘*Who is it?’ . He jerked a nod toward the ereek. ‘‘Over there.’’ took his time about coming back. was veiled by an oddly smoothedout look. He _ shook his “head. “Tough. I'll go in, Lew, and tell Joy.’’ : 2 *‘No,” he said, ‘‘not yet.” ie Clay’s huge body straightened, up in the saddle. ‘‘Why not?”’ His voice carried a new. power. . *There’s no use,” he said. ‘Not till afterward. We’re too far from civilization to go in for that kind of a burial. It will have to be here, right now. Let Joy have some other memory. Where’s Steve?”’ j In a little silence, with his question unanswered, he knew something already in his own mind. But he hadn’t expected it would come so soon. I’m going in. This makes a difference, Lew. A big-one. You might as well know that:’’ : “Not one bit!”” He swung his horse over close. ‘‘What you're figuring on hasn’t happened. You’ll take my orders tilt it does.” An outraged sense turned him as bitterly hard as he had ever felt. ‘‘What a time you pick!’’ He backed off, holding the hot stare of Clay’s blue — eyes. “John,”’ he said, ‘“‘you come with me.” He flung a last look at Clay. “The,rest of you stay here.’’ Riding on, out of hearing, Quarternight growled, ‘‘There’s a hyena for ~ breath rising and falling over the . Even Clay rode over and sat there and All expression on his full, ruddy. face . Then Clay said, ‘‘Steve’s in camp. : They were as gaunt as wolves from . . Hopes To Expand City — . by HAROLD CHANNING WNU RELEASE Grass Valley Cheba The -Grass Valley ‘Chamber of Commerce has taken the initial step toward post war expansion of iis city limits. A committee consisting of Ray Pengelly, Brooks Hartman, Frank Munsee, Wesley Donnenwirth, Charles Richmond, Roy Trathen, L. R. Jefford, Alvah Hooper, Alvon T. Jones, Loyle Freeman, Larry Prisk, William Wilson and Vic Montre, has been named to present an expansion plan. ee Discussions of the project indicated that outlying residence and business districts, if incorporated in Grass Valley, would result in benefiting them in fire protection, sewage and health improvement. sand lower, insurance rates. It was estimated that the cost of extending city serviees of water, sewage, etc., would be ‘between $35,000 and $100,000, but that this expenditure would be returned to the city in a brief time through increased reve-; Page Three. nue, CARD OF THANKS The family members ‘of the late wohn FE. Longs wish io express their heartfelt thanks to the friends and neighbors who-so. kindly assisted inrecent bereavement and for the beautiful floral offerings. HIS. SISTERS and MRIS. R. A. BARTSCH, MR. J. J. KELLY. oe their Political . 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\Bar. Setectnas TE eo be oe US sata 7 bv ie * slley 4 sss “a5 ei = L—t ise © yNDAY, MAY 8, 1944 — NEVADA CITY NUGGET . Spring Tonics , Select one of these reliable guaranteed Rexall Tonics . and avoid having “Spring 99 F NA, REXALL BEEF [RON AND WINE, REXALL TONIO W ITH . CASCARA, VINELAND TONIC, PUREEST YEAST AND IRON TAR\yeTS, IRON, LIVER AND . BONE MARROW COMP. REXlan SARSAPARILLA COM. Lt pLENAMINS—And Others [R. E. HARRIS . CHAPTER IX Clay Manning Stood up and went to the pit and kicked another log onto the blaze. It was a restless act; the brief upward glow caught the irritation on his face. With all the other men quieted by a good meal something was driving this big blond and wouldn’t let him rest. He swung ‘back almost as if a hand had gripped his shoulders and turned him with a sudden violence. It’s my guard, Lew. I’m going out. The others needn’t come till they’re ready.’’ : “Plenty of time,” he said. “Take it easy.”’ But. Clay’s huge plunging gait was carrying him on. He got up and followed, urged by a quick, yet unshaped ‘suspicion. ‘Wait a minute.’”’ He caught up off in the decreasing light. There was no.heat in him, only a dull outrage against . this man who had so much and was using it. so badly. He could still see Joy’s look, grave and strange and sweet, promising all that a woman could promise,.and yet Clay could go on in his bullheaded secret way surely toward some kind of ruin. ‘“‘There’s four men out now,” he said. Moonlight and Splann had not come in. ‘Why are you going, Clay?’’ e : : } Chamber of Commerce * } OFRICH IN CITY HALL s; \ PHONE 575 : Oleaners, .Washing Machines, . Electric: Irons, Stoves, in shert anything that is used . ke ,00-M n W. Dar . NUaQET . . FLYING” eBUY. @ DEFENSE . . } @STAMPS ] stamped so clearly on his brain, it The answer came in a surly growl. “There’s a storm blowing up. You can see that yourself.” & He could, but that wasn’t it. ‘He waited, letting his eyes probe through the dim light and seeing the ruddy face turn more and more strained with its controlled temper. He let his words drop quietly. “Yes. If that was all. What is it?” ‘What else do you think?” “I think you’d better use your head. Clay; wake up! “You haven’t covered your tracks so much: You've left a trail ever since we started’. .'. and it’s crooked as the devil!”’ , He saw Clay’s ruddiness flood suddenly. dark, and then that color ebbed ‘and all the lose lines of his face were drgwn_ tight. Something charged and desperate was like a strong force held violently inside him. — Joy was coming toward them. “Lew.’? She nodded him aside and raised fer hands against Clay’s chest. ‘‘You can’t go now! Aren’t you going to dance with me? Owl‘Head promised to play his fiddle . . . after the show.’’ She laughed; her hands gave hima quick pat. ‘‘Now . : you come on!’’ She pulled him back to her wagon and raised her arms for him to lift her inside, A keg made a seat‘in front of the low cabinet organ. The bellows wheezed, pumping in air, and then she pressed out a long ”). chord. Charley Storms’ muffled voice came from beneath the chuck-wagon canvas. She changed at once into the ‘‘Blue Danube Waltz.”’ The wagon flaps parted. Neal and '. Charley jumped out into the firelight, joined hands and curtsied. In waltz time they began to dance. with each other, coyly, like those girls of Kate’s, teasing the men. Young Jim Hope took it with a whoop. Lew watched the older men’s faces. They were not remembering . that Joy Arnold had never seen men guy goyit at Rowdy Kate’s. ° Then he saw Clay start: toward her, his face angered. But when he reached her wagon she laughed him aside. She finished the waltz, and as she dropped her hands from the keys, still flushed and shaking with that laughter, there came a far-off ‘clapping across the sky like applause from some distant audience, Someone said, ‘“‘Listen! Thunder.’ Lew turned his head outward to the blackness and waited, hearing Joe Wheat say, ‘‘Give me a jig, girl, 1 and I'll show these pullets a dance!”’ The next instant, as if that thunderon the earth, even before the ratile, of guns reached him. He jerked back to face the camp. with that. picture seemed that all of them must have been frozen there many minutes. He saw Joy’s lips parted, her laughter halted and set, and Clay looking upat her, his face gone wholly blank. Neal Good and Charley Storms stood with their shirts disarranged in front 1 of the old men they had been dancwith, and Owl-Head Jackson was Pa a-piece of pie. It seemed minutes, and yet he knew it could have lasted only a fraction of a second, while the earth jarred beneath 4 them and the air shook with the drumming of four thousand longhorns on the run. His horse was close to ‘tamp and he was first in the saddle, with the . others delayed in running out to their picketed animals, Alone, he ed into the night’s blackness. Othere had been no more shooting after that ragged volley. No more was needed. It had jumped the four thousand longhorns in a single startled mass. Slow and awkward as . . they looked, they could outdist ood horse for a little while E oi: Faaats fright. He could only follow them, guided by the rattling drumbeat of their split hoofs. He felt his horse stumble on the roughened bed ground; a blacker ‘line of creek-bottom. trees loomed ‘suddenly. By it he knew the herd was running west. They had crossed in a mass, leveling the brush and smaller willows. But there were larger trunks that some.of the cattle had struck. The horse lifted him over a motionless shape and raced Beyond the. creek they had contuned running straight. He could , ee ‘ clap ‘had been’ a signal, he caught’; . the repeated-spurts of light low down feel the flat, unbroken land’ and shelf between the low hills and the river. Riding loose, giving the animal beneath him every chance to keep on its feet, he waited for a certain time. Running was not a natural pace for cattle. drumbeat fell into the longer rhythm of “a gallop he knew they were tiring. Slowly he began to overtake rolling on in front of him. Working off to the left, he listened batkward to catch any sound above the pounding roar. But it was not those men coming from. camp that he wanted to locate. They were safe enough unless a horse stumbled. It was the others who had been with the herd when it jumped that gave him a cold dread. He had forgotten the storm. there had been another thunderclap it was drowned by the rattling jar in his ears. A crooked flash close in front af the longhorns was his first warning. Against its white light all of the widespread herd stood out briefly, caught in tossing. waves, gone too soon for him to locate any rider. Someone was close before he heard the pounding thud of. hoofs. Then the rider was alongside, Jim Hope’s high young voice yelling, “Tew!” “All right,’’ he yelled back. ‘‘Any more coming?”’ ‘Somewhere. to do?” : ‘Swing off and stay clear! Don’t ride too close.” The fading voice came gleefully, ‘‘Ain’t they a spooky sight?’’ He was alone again, holding his. own running pace beside the herd. What you want me Suddenly his horse snorted, spread his legs, and stopped: Their growling complaint had risen now above the clack of horns and hoofs. It was like sounds jolted out of them at every lumbering step. They were tired and yet the mass fright drove them on. Gradually he worked forward and thought he must be near the front, when up ahead the galloping rhythm broke. There was nothing for him to see on the black earth. But his horse dug in suddenly, trying to stop, let himself go and leaped: The fall was long and they struck hard. The saddle horn rammed his stomach. It bent him over as the horse lunged on up a steep bank. It was a little time, running on again with the breath knocked out of him, before he could look for the cattle. He turned his head and saw them beneath the lightning’s repeated flashes, pouring into a narrow gulley and wiggling out like worms. He looked for Jim Hope and couldn’t

find him. He started to wheel back. A split bunch of longhorns cut him off. The gulley had broken up the herd. ‘whelming numbers. -hoped. Eight’ or ten men might and slick. It slowed the longhorns. He felt a man’s bleak heiplessness: in that ment, swept on by the wild rush of the cattle’s overThere was no chance now for the thing he had have turned them and got them milling. One alone could do nothing at all. The lightning’s quickened flashes blinded him; ‘its thunder made a bursting pressure in his ears. And then he thought they had collided head on with a solid pillar of white fire. His horse recoiled: and squatted as if hit. Its heart pounded beneath his leg. His own body had gone numb and slack. Instinct made him lock his hands on the saddle horn, his eyes wholly blind from that vivid whiteness, while he was aware of a strange dead hush and a smell of burned powder and hot ash. How long that daze lasted he couldn’t tell afterward. He was moving. The cattle were around him. A waterfall had opened over his head. 4 With the rain‘there was no more lightning; only the steady downpour that turned the gumbo earth sticky’ Working out of them, he could hear their hoofs’ slap the mud as they lumbered on, at a walk now, but in. their stubborn, relentless way. judged they were aimed along the. . cry to turn them. the rear that was like a dark wave . A tes \ If: He reached the edge and rode hunched over, letting time pass. The , warm rain soaked through to his skin. Steam rose from his laboring horse. Sound was his only guide. Off in the dark he could hear the tonghorns come almost to a stop, When the . and then, ; 3tampeding fright, they would bolt scary from their first jieavily into.a short run. He didn’t Better wait until jJawn. In the dragging hours their runs became shorter. .The rain stopped; . a little light began to show his world. It was suddenly as if fatigue had hit the cattle on their bony heads. They seemed to halt between one step and another, with only their vanting jJark mass. He let them rest while daylight came on, until he could estimate four or five hundred in this bunch. he night’s run. Tongues lolled and their big eyes bulged in their sockets., It would take weeks to get back the pounds they had lost in these few hours. The morning star was up, large and yellow,. straight ahead and dawn was green in the sky when he saw the first of other bunches coming out of the hills to the south. There were more along the river, north. He felt better. And as those straggling lines converged with his on the flat shelf and he could see men with each one that dread left him. Joe Wheat, Ash Brownstone and Charley Storms -were the “first to join their cattle in. They-rode back. He saw that Charley hadn’t stopped for his pants but had ridden the night in his long-legged underwear. They trailed behind the herd. Farther on, when Quarternight and Moonlight. Bailey angled in from the: river with their strays, he rode up to shape the point with Rebel John. The herd was growing. Ahead, Neal Good waited with a smaller bunch. Four men were still missing, Clay and Ed Splann, Steve and Tom Arnold. . The longhorns’ run had taken them . far west, and it was not until after {two hours of steady, speechless riding that he saw Owl-Head Jackson’s ane smoke lift from the junction of the river and its tributary creek. . He searched along the creek’s _rrowth for the trampled part where ‘the herd Could cross. Something . halted his drifting gaze. _He brought .li back. An icy coldness crept over i ‘John,’ he said-and pointed, ‘“‘I’d ' better go look.” ; it was a riderless horse. from half a mile off he knew by the . way the animal was standing, crookedly, with a tired patience, that it had broken a leg. Closer, he saw the saddle under its belly. Its head raised a little as he approached but dropped again. He drew his gun ‘and put the muzzle close behind one pointed ear and felt sick as he pulled the trigger. Dragging tracks led toward the creek. He followed them, steeled against a thing he had looked upon before and yet chilled even by those memories. His shot had brought two riders starting out of the distant river trees near camp. He couldn’t tell who they were. Then suddenly his horse snorted, spread its legs and stopped. The trampled swath of creekbottom willow lay beyond the low bank. He looked where the animal’s ears pointed and in that first moment felt no shock. All of his senses seemed to have gone dead. In that strangely suspended. feeling he turned back, fired his gun in the air and waved the men on from the herd. They loped toward him, When they saw the horse he had shot no one asked for the rider, He said, “It’s Tom,’’ and saw their faces, haggard from ‘the night’s work, only set a little more. The two from camp were close now, Clay and Splann, hurried on by his second shot. It struck him that they didn’t look worn out like the rest of the men. Clay pulled in beside him. ‘*Who is it?’ . He jerked a nod toward the ereek. ‘‘Over there.’’ took his time about coming back. was veiled by an oddly smoothedout look. He _ shook his “head. “Tough. I'll go in, Lew, and tell Joy.’’ : 2 *‘No,” he said, ‘‘not yet.” ie Clay’s huge body straightened, up in the saddle. ‘‘Why not?”’ His voice carried a new. power. . *There’s no use,” he said. ‘Not till afterward. We’re too far from civilization to go in for that kind of a burial. It will have to be here, right now. Let Joy have some other memory. Where’s Steve?”’ j In a little silence, with his question unanswered, he knew something already in his own mind. But he hadn’t expected it would come so soon. I’m going in. This makes a difference, Lew. A big-one. You might as well know that:’’ : “Not one bit!”” He swung his horse over close. ‘‘What you're figuring on hasn’t happened. You’ll take my orders tilt it does.” An outraged sense turned him as bitterly hard as he had ever felt. ‘‘What a time you pick!’’ He backed off, holding the hot stare of Clay’s blue — eyes. “John,”’ he said, ‘“‘you come with me.” He flung a last look at Clay. “The,rest of you stay here.’’ Riding on, out of hearing, Quarternight growled, ‘‘There’s a hyena for ~ breath rising and falling over the . Even Clay rode over and sat there and All expression on his full, ruddy. face . Then Clay said, ‘‘Steve’s in camp. : They were as gaunt as wolves from . . Hopes To Expand City — . by HAROLD CHANNING WNU RELEASE Grass Valley Cheba The -Grass Valley ‘Chamber of Commerce has taken the initial step toward post war expansion of iis city limits. A committee consisting of Ray Pengelly, Brooks Hartman, Frank Munsee, Wesley Donnenwirth, Charles Richmond, Roy Trathen, L. R. 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