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FOREST RANGER
By JACK ASTON
C O M —1A
THE
WEB B y R o b e rt C a r s e
by this new, great fear, he looked up, had been full, and he had sung and
over the bar and into the room. talked brilliantly, loudly, all alone
There wafe only one other man, a except for James behind the bar.
customer, in the barroom. That man But now the man’s long, thin legs
was Rand, the American newspaper were stretched widely out before
correspondent. And he, as usual, him. His heavy ulster was flung
was drunk, and asleep in his chair. back, as were his hands, which hung
For many minutes, motionless there as limp as wet cloth by his sides.
on his little bar stool, his nerves still On his chest, half masking his face,
jangling, James studied the man to was his crumpled felt hat. But
see if he truly slept. above that, James could see the eyes,
Rand, the best customer of the and the high, white sweep of the
Hello Sailor Bar, sat far back in his forehead. And those heavy, darkly
uncomfortable wooden chair, his veined eyelids were tightly closed;
face raised full to the rays of the from under the brim of the hat is
overhead light. On the small table sued snores that could be heard
beside him was a brandy bottle and through the noises of the storm.
a glass, both empty. An hour or so Rand slept; no one could doubt that.
before, when Rand had come in, dur A kind of whispered curse, half
ing the first of the storm, the bottle relief, half eagerness, came from
4 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
James. From his pocket he brought can, had spoken to him in English.
out a small, crumpled slip of paper, And------ But he checked that
and spread it on the bar. It was a thought, that fear. Rand was an
cheap piece of white note paper. American, and unless he was forced
The kind any one could buy in any to, always spoke in English. Al
stationery store in France for a cou most any foreigner who came here
ple of pennies. The message upon into the bar did so; it was the
it was in ink. It was printed in international drinking language.
square block letters just as common Oddly, still standing motionless, he
place as the paper itself. But—his smiled, for he remembered that that
body became rigid as he thought of had been one of the major reasons
it—he had no need to trace the paper why the owner had hired him when
or the handwriting. None. he first came here; because he could
Swiftly, he reread the message, “ speek leetle beet Engliss for coos-
painfully and sharply driving the tomair.”
words of it into his brain. It was
written in French, in the language ITH a conscious and tre
of the prisons. It said:
N o. 273744. C om e to -m o rro w at three
o ’clo ck to N o. 51 in the Rue P a stiog losi,
W mendous effort, he did so
now. He broadened that
sharp, wry smile and nodded to the
N ice.
man across the room:
“ I breeng it queeck.”
That was all. There was no more He rolled that “ r” as he would
to it. There was, the slow, painful roll a barrel. Then, facing around
thought came to him, no reason for with his back to the room, he
there being any more to it. They reached up with one hand for a bot
had him. That------ tle of brandy from the shelf, his
The thought broke right there. other hand flat on the zinc of the
With the swiftness of a startled ani bar, and flat upon the slip of paper.
mal, he looked up, warned by some He turned, bringing the bottle down,
instinct he could not name. The wadding the paper in his other hand
one customer was awake and was sit and into his pocket, swiftly. But
ting up. As he did so, his hat slid there was a film of sweat on his fore
from his chest to the floor, and rolled head, and the hand that held the bot
there on the wet and muddy tiles. tle was trembling.
But he did not look at that; he He bent down once while he drew
blinked at the glass and the bottle the cork, and pulled the sleeve of his
on the table. He motioned toward heavy woolen fisherman’s shirt
them with a hand that was nearly across his forehead and looked at
steady. himself in the mirror. “ Steady, you
“ Fill them,” he said in a clear, al sap,” he told himself savagely.
most musical, voice. “ Bring me an “ Take it easy. This bird is drunk,
other bottle, same kind of brandy. and didn’t see anything. Take the
Quick-o!” bottle out to him, now. You look
From the bar, leaning forward all right; your act’s still good. Come
across it, his folded arms over the on!”
slip of paper, James studied the Rand was sitting up more or less
man’s white, lined, and emaciated straight in his chair when James
face for a moment without speaking, came around the end of the bar with
without moving, Rand, an Ameri the bottle on a tray. Walking so,
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James was aware of Rand’s eyes You needn’t show it to me; I know
upon him, searching his face, his you’ve got it. But, sit down. Yeah,
eyes. An immediate and fierce anger and have a drink.”
that sprang blindly from fear came But again he was silent; made so
over him, and as he put the tray by the silence, the awful and strained
down, his own eyes, savage, darkly rigidity, of the other man before
searching, met the eyes of the man him. Rand shook his head slowly
in the chair. at that.
Rand’s were hardly open. From “ Don’t be a silly ass,” he said.
under their red-rimmed lids, set far “ You’re just tearing yourself all to
down in their dark and bony sockets, pieces inside, standing there like
they seemed barely to see him, that. To put that knife through me
barely register his presence, and he would give you practice, maybe, but
lifted his own glance up, and rapidly no more. Sit down and drink. No
away. He could watch, though, the reason for me to tell anybody.
sort of smile which came over the You’re Wallace James. But that’s
sharp, high-boned angles of Rand’s' your business. It just came to me
face as he took the bottle into his as I saw you walking forward from
hand and poured the liquor into the the bar. Remember your face. Saw
glass. it once, three or four years ago, in
“ Drink, yourself?” The glass was some American paper’s picture sec
lifted up, absolutely full. tion. Might have been my own pa
“ No, t’ank you.” James said it per. ■But, sit down. Drink. That’s
carefully, now quite still, quite calm. it. Thank you!”
Rand looked up then, and as he His hand was admirably steady as
drank, he laughed. It was a musical he held out the glass and he smiled.
and short sound, He put the glass “ No,” he shook his head, “ this drink
down. Once more, he raised his will do me. Strange; I can appre
eyes. ciate just a bit how you feel. I
“ You,” he said slowly, his fingers wrote the story in Paris when Drey
laced in affection about the glass, fus came back.”
“ do your best, I imagine. But your He was still, lifting his glass in
imitation Fronch-English is really salute. They sat quietly for a time,
pretty foul. Yes—foul. Your the little marble-topped table be
French itself is excellent.” Not tween them, the only sound the howl
looking up, he drank, set down the of the storm outside. Rand sat, his
glass. “ You should practice; you legs stretched out comfortably. The
should----- Oh, what the hell!” man across the table was wholly mo
The man standing before him had tionless, his lean, almost thin body
just made a silent and swift move forward on the chair, small knots of
ment. One of his brown hands had muscles jerking at the corners of his
slid from his hip, and around his jaws, his knuckles showing white
hip, to the back of his high-waisted through the brownness of the skin
corduroy trousers, and rested there, where his hands rested hard against
out of sight. Rand did not speak the table edge.
any more. He no longer smiled, and It was he, James, who spoke at
both his hands were in full sight, last, and he knew that this other
laxly held on his knees. man had planned to do so.
It was after perhaps several min “ And what are you going to do
utes or so that he said: “All right. about it?”
6 TH E P O P U L A R CO M P L E T E STORIES
J
matriculation they’ve mentioned'
ness to obey that request. He there; your convict number. Some
locked the big front door. rats are trying to blackmail you,
Rand was again sitting loosely in shake you down with the threat of
his chair, watching him, when James exposing you to the cops and send
came back. Rand spoke: ing you back to Guiana. To that
“ How long have you been out of place.”
Guiana, out of the prisons?” “Yes.” James whispered the word.
The other man stopped, and stood “ That place.” His body and hands
utterly still at that. His body be were shaking again, although, saw
came very rigid. He made as if to the other man, he was trying des
reach up for the knife which Rand perately to keep them still.
knew was hidden in a sheath inside “All right!” In a sudden and odd
his trouser waistband. In that mo gesture, Rand reached out, and
ment, fully then, pity and sympathy caught the other man’s hand loosely
came over Rand, for he could read by the wrist, as he would hold the
this man before him, read his face wrist of a man torn by almost un
and eyes, and the terrific mental bearable physical pain. “ You’re not
THE W E B 7
back there yet. And, very probably, down at the toes of his muddy shoes.
he can------ But I make no prom “ But, if you’ll take the opinion of
ises. Truly, I have seen worse situa an—‘impartial observer,’ I should
tions.” He looked down at the piece say that this thing is a whole sight
of paper, and tapped it with his fin bigger and tougher than you think.
ger tips. “ ‘Three o’clock,’ he read I don’t know who your partner is;
aloud. ‘No. 51 Rue Pastioglosi, in it doesn’t matter. But, common
Nice.’ Well, that gives us quite a logic, after forty years of banging
bit of time. Sit down. Please—sit around the fringes of a lot of things,
down.” tells me that this business”—he
Slowly, as if his brain and body pointed down to where the piece of
were still numb, James sat down. paper had burned—“ is too good to.
Rand lifted the piece of paper from be wasted on one man, by whoever
the table. “ We don’t want this?” invented the idea. You understand
he asked. “I’ll burn it then.” me?”
It burned slowly, fnaking a black “ Only partly.”
little crisp on the floor which Rand “ I thought so. You’re still too
ground to a fine powder with his close to it; you haven’t got a per
heel. He looked up after he had spective on it yet. Which is to be
done that. understood, readily. But, how did
you get out of Guiana? How did
“ I think,” he said quietly, “ that I
can help you with this thing, James. you escape?”
I’d help any man to get out of going “Through the back country. Down
back to that terrible place. I don’t the Dutch rivers, and out through
know what you’ve done, and I don’t Paramaribo. It’s a regular route.
much care. All I know about you is W e paid an established price for it;
your name, and that a couple of Jules—my partner—paid for it.”
years ago, you were sentenced to “ And then how did you get here?”
Guiana. But, you might as well tell “ Stowed away on a ship bound for
me; it’ll help us get along with the Marseilles, from Paramaribo.”
thing.” “ Did you stow yourselves on that
ship, or were you taken care o f?”
AMES stood up. That odd
J
“ We were taken care of. That
numbness of horror and of fear was part of the price, too.”
did not seem to be upon him any Slowly, up and down, Rand moved
more. His voice was clear. Hehis head. “ I thought that, too.” He
seemed almost boyish, and quite took a cigar from his pocket; lit it.
handsome, standing there. “ Thanks “ How much did it cost you to get
for thinking about me, but I out?”
wouldn’t draw any other man into “A thousand francs—forty dollars,
this. All I care about is my part apiece. But, I don’t------”
ner, the man who got me out of “ Wait a minute, and you will un
Guiana and escaped with me. As derstand. That was too cheap. It
long as he’s all right, I can take seems like that was just the begin
care of myself.” He smiled, and ning. And whoever figured it out
with that smile the boyishness, the was a very smart guy. This is big
youth fell away from him. “ They stuff. Have you got any idea who
taught me how down there, and I’m was running the system when you
still able to remember.” pulled out? Who made the dicker’
“ Yes.” Rand nodded, looking you, or your partner?”
8 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
“My partner. In the prisons, they staring eyes. When he spoke, his
said that some Negro in Cayenne ran voice was hoarse, his words very
the system. But, we escaped from swift:
St. Laurent; I was in the main jug “James, drunk as I am, rotten as I
there, and my partner was outside, am, I’m a newspaperman; have been,
serving his doublage. He was a all my life. My first reaction to this
relegue, a lifer, and so he could move is: ‘what a swell story, if I could
around the town; that’s how we did break it and print it.’ That’s just
it. He made the deal with some because I’m a newspaperman, and
Chinaman there in St. Laurent.” can’t help m yself; it’s in my nature
“All right.” Rand looked up at to find and report the tragedy, the
him, over the end of the cigar. “ Just misery, and the drama of peoples’
one more question about that. Have lives. But, my second reaction is
you got any idea how many men had that no dog’s dog, no matter how
used that system to bust out of low, should suffer from a thing such
Guiana?” as this. You* understand me? You
"No. I’m not sure at all. Quite understand what I’m trying to say?”
a good many, though. A lot escape “ Yes.”
every year, but whether they die in “ Good! Because whoever wrote
the bush, or drown at sea making that note to you, two hundred
for Venezuela, or do get back to chances to one, also wrote one to
France or somewhere else, nobody your partner also, or is going to do
really knows. Over a thousand— so. Where did you find the note?”
that’s about three men a day—try “ Under the door of my room,
for it every year. That’s the fig when I came in, on my way to work
ures the officials admit to, down in to-night.”
Cayenne.” “ Where’s your room? W hy didn’t
“ So,” said Rand slowly and you duck then? W hy did you come
softly, “out of all those men, there here?”
might be perhaps a couple hundred, “ My room’s upstairs, here. I
or a couple thousand, that have had wasn’t sure what I was going N to do.
the ultimate great misfortune to get I didn’t quite understand all the im
back to France,‘create a good false plications of that note; I was kind
identity, and settle down. They of dazed. All a man gets for turn
might be rich, poor, honest, or ing in an escaped convict is some
crooked now. But, they surely make thing like fifty francs, and that
an extremely rich field for a black didn’t seem worth while. So, I came
mail ring to put the squeeze on. here, kind of mechanically, half
And that thousand francs you and knowing it was a rainy night, and
your partner, and the rest of the many folks wouldn’t be here.”
lads paid, was only meant to be an “ I see. And now, if you were left
entrance, an initiation, fee. ‘Oh, alone in this, your natural first step
come,’ said the spider------” would be to go to your partner, join
with him, talk with him, see if he
HEN that seeming casual has got the same business put up to
hope that you would go to him, and things at the end of the room. He
thus put the finger on him for them. was staring back into all that which
You see? I’m very glad you do, be was behind him, all that Guiana had
cause my advice is to rest easy, stay meant and done to him. And all
undercover until to-morrow, and that was again rising up about him,
then go and keep your date at three like a vast, terrible and irresistible
o’clock at the Rue Pastioglosi in sea to claim him, suck him back. All
Nice, and see what you can find out because of that one little piece of
there.” paper, which now itself did not even
“ You mean------” any longer exist.
“ I mean, don’t do a flaming thing
up until that time. Keep quiet, and CHAPTER II.
let me see what I can do for you. T O L D IN T H E H E L L O SAILOR.
This thing interests me, it interests
me a whole lot. I’ve b*en feeling AND, who had run away from
fed-up, anyhow; I called Paris to
day to ask them for a vacation, and
somebody up there said something
R grammar school to work as
a copy boy on a metropolitan
paper, and since then, for some forty
about ‘not being silly,’ and they years, had sought out, probed into,
gave me an assignment to cover some and reported the varied and tremen
king—playing tennis. So I got dous tragedies of the world, stirred
drunk. But let’s talk about you!” uneasily on the edge of his chair. It
He swung his chair a bit, flung out was not, the thought ran through his
his long legs at another angle, brain, that this man was young, in
pulled three black, twisted cigars telligent, obviously courageous, ob
and a box of matches from his jacket viously honest, which made him,
and put them on the table. Rand, able to see and clearly under
“ You’ve got to talk now,” he said, stand the tragedy which faced the
unsmiling. “ You’ll have to tell me other. It was just that no man who
about yourself before I can really had suffered such a thing as those
try to do anything to get this jam Guiana prisons should be forced to
shaken apart. You know what I return to them for any reason. That,
know about you. Tell me the rest. down there, in the vile and horrible
Simply, but fully. If I have to, I’ll kennels they called prisons, life was
ask you questions. Maybe it would worse for a man than death itself.
be better if I did it that way, any “ Listen!” His voice was very
how. You understand? All right, harsh. “ I can get you out of here
let’s have it: you, an American, to-night. Right away. I can get
who’s escaped from a French prison you where they’ll never find you. I
in Guiana, what are you doing here, know; you want to stay, and stick
working in a semipublic place, a with your buddy. But, that’s not
dockside cafe, in Villefranche? Tell the sort of thing you learned down
me that. Huh?” there, and it’s not the thing for you
“ Yes.” James’s voice was very to do. I’ll------”
low as he spoke, and as he did so, But the other stood up. He came
he looked away, toward the end of around the table toward Rand and
the room. But, watching him, Rand stood over him, staring at him with
knew from out of his own deep eyes that flamed darkly.
knowledge of life, that this other “ No, I’ll stay here. And, if you
man was not clearly seeing those can help me here, you may do it. It
10 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
looks like I’m trapped, and I don’t hands up over his face, up over his
know how to get out of it. But I eyes, and held them there for sev
stay, until I know I can’t do any eral minutes. Then he dropped
thing for my partner, or until he’s them down to his sides, and tried
all right. Any freedom, any chance to smile as he went on:
of real escape I’ve still got now, he “ My old man was a smart engi
got for me. I know of you. You’re neer. He knew tropical countries
Phillips Rand. I’ve even read the and how they are run. He’d spent
articles and the stories and the book almost all his life down there, made
they’ve written about you. You’ve almost all his money down there—
seen too much of life; that’s what all the money he put in to buy that
you thought just now. Your idea is French Guiana field. He knew all
that no man is worth any other man’s the complicated graft, the madden
chance at freedom. Maybe you’re ing slowness and stupidity of a for
right. But, that doesn’t make it eigner or a foreign company, try
right for me.” ing to get leases, permits, opera
He stopped, turned, and looked tion rights, and anything like square
away. Rand sat watching him, ab taxes in a country like that. So,
solutely silent. And at last James just before his final trip into the
turned back, and stood before him, jungle, he went to Cayenne, and
and talked down at him in that same looked up a fellow there named
swift, harsh voice: Gravardiere. Did you ever hear of
“ I’ve got to let it out. I’ve got to him?”
tell somebody. If I kept it in any “ Yes.” The word came slowly.
longer, the way I feel now, I’d go “ Maximilian Gravardiere. The half-
nuts—right out of my head. Listen: breed representative from Guiana to
You say you don’t know me; just my the French senate. But, go on.”
name, and my face, and the fact that “ That’s the man—Gravardiere.
I was sentenced to Guiana a couple Anyway, he could hold French
of years ago. Did you ever hear of Guiana in the palm of his hand like
Malcolm James? Do you know who you can hold a glass. He ran that
he was?” place; he could do anything down
“ Yes.” Rand said it softly. “ You there. So, my father went to him.-
mean the mining and oil engineer; He showed him what he had, out in
the fellow who made the big strike the bush there, and what potential
in the oil fields down in the Mara wealth was there, if Gravardiere
caibo Basin in Venezuela.” would become his partner, and fix
“ That’s it. That’s the man—my things, the long-time leases, the per
father. He died, down in French manent rights, and excise duties, the
Guiana, three years ago. And be port charges for the tankers in
fore he died, he found, tested out, Cayenne—the whole thing.”
surveyed, and bought what will be, “ I see.” Rand did not look up as
sometime, one of the finest oil fields he spoke. He was making odd,
in the world. I was there with him; crabbed little notations on a dirty
I did a lot of that survey work for letter back with a pencil. “ And
him. He sent for me from the Gravardiere said, ‘Yes.’ ”
States, right after I graduated from “ He said, ‘Yes.’ He held out for
college, to come down and join him. a full half interest, and knowing of
And------” him, knowing that if he wished to
James stopped again. He ran his he could block the whole thing, my
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father made Gravardiere a full part that the American consul, or the
ner. I was back in the bush, finish American government, wouldn’t
ing up the last details for the sur 'touch my case with a disinfected
vey out to the coast. The rainy pole. He had me tried, fight there
season was coming, and we wanted in Guiana, and he brought all the
to get out of the country before perfect, perjured witnesses he could
it came. So my father came back in find, and he filled the jury box, and
to help me finish up. He shouldn’t fixed the judge. I never went out
have done that. He already had the of Cayenne. I went from the town
fever then. Anyhow, he got it worse jail to the courtroom; to the peni
when he did come in. He died of tentiary.”
it before he could be transported to “ Here.” There was the sound of
Cayenne.” glass clinking against glass. “ Drink
that,” Rand held it up. “ Drink to
AMES’S voice broke abruptly. yourself; he’s dead now, and you’re
J He half lifted his hands up, here, alive, and not back in that
then lowered them again, caught place, yet.”
them about his stout leather belt. “ I know.” It was a whisper. “ I
It was quite a time before he spoke read that last month, about him. He
again: lost out somehow with his people
“ I came back to Cayenne with the down there, and they wouldn’t re
body. Things were in a mess. I elect him to the senate. The French
was my father's heir, automatically; paper I saw said that he tried to
nobody else in the family—my make a political speech in the street
mother died when I was a kid. I in Cayenne, and that they turned
started to straighten things out with against him, the mob did, and chased
Gravardiere, there in Cayenne. And him. And that all his pals—all but
then------” one poor dog—backed out on him,
His glance had been directed to deserted him there in the street.
ward the floor, toward the little And that the mob got him finally,
black stain that note had made when and burned him, lashed with wire to
it had been burned, thereon the tiles. a bamboo trunk, out on the edge of
He looked up'and straight in Rand’s the bush. And that when the police
eyes. got there, they found nothing but
“ And then one night, when I was bones and wire and----- - Fill that
going back from the little office, I again!”
had hired, to the hotel, a couple of “ I understand you now,” said
big Saramacca bushmen jumped me Rand quite, softly. “ I understand
in the dark. I packed a gat; I had things about you I couldn’t get be
been hep to that much. They were fore. When you found out that
packing big hatchets; we had quite Gravardiere had been taken care of
a time.” Again, he tried to smile, like that, you called it square. You
and could not. “ I killed one of figured that he had got it for all the
them, and the other got away. And rotten, consistent crookedness he
Gravardiere------” had been pulling all his life, and that
“ Gravardiere did the rest.” you could, sometime, straighten
“ Yes. He did it well. He fixed it things out, and get what belonged to
so that I was sentenced for life to a your father, and belongs to you.”
Guiana prison, and so that I nearly “ Yes. You’re right about that.
got the guillotine. He fixed it so Then this thing”—he jerked a hand
12 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
down toward the mark on the floor— bank, or, so he thought. And a cou
“ came, and I saw it all rolling in ple of months after Jules went to
over me again, all of that, back down Guiana, his father died, of what the
there. And I almost killed you, doctors called heart failure.”
when you spoke out, and said you James stopped, reached for the
knew me. But, now it is back, and bottle. As he poured, he looked at
they’ll probably have me, and they’ll the other man.
probably have Jules, too. For both “ Understand? See why I like the
of us are broke; we’ve got no money; guy? The only thing that didn’t go
nowhere near what any gang who wrong on him was his girl—his
would do a thing like this would fiancee. She stuck along. He’s here
take to keep them permanently with her, now, in France. He mar
quiet.” ried her, right after he got back.
But, down there, when he first came,
AND looked up at him and the thing almost got him, just like it
there, and no money. I’m known vitation and go over calling in Nice
there, and might readily get picked at the Rue Pastioglosi. I’ll meet
up by the American cops. Here, you here, out in front of this place,
I’m not known; every policeman at two. So now you might as well
who ever asked for my identifica open the door.”
tion papers has been more than sat Rain still slipped in shining drops
isfied, and you’re the first guy to from the eaves as they stood there
break through and find out anything for a moment together in the street.
at all. Except—except-----” But the winds had sobbed away, and,
From his chair, Rand leaned for out over the sea, a dim moon broke
ward and reached out a long, thin through a dark cloud, to place a
arm and placed it upon the other’s fragile finger of light on the flat wa
shoulder. ters.
“ Now,” he said quietly, “ you’ll Rand pointed at that, his other
have to listen to me. It may seem hand still on the younger man’s
strange to you, but I like you, and shoulder.
I like the way you feel about this “ Clear to-morrow,” he said. “ If
lad, Jules, and what he did for you. either of us were saps enough, we
This thing is all pretty tough, and might take that as a good omen. I
pretty complicated. Looking at it am, but I’m sober, too. Good
from where I sit, I think that the night!”
boys who sent you that note have
CHAPTER III.
got a pretty fool-proof system.
T H E S N A K E R ,N G .
W e’ll know more about that to-mor
row. If you’ll allow me the great HE Rue Pastioglosi, they
pleasure, I’ll help you what little I
can. I know this country, and I
know most of the mugs, the guys in
T found, coming there the next
afternoon along the coast
from Villefranche, was a small street
the jails, and the guys who should be that ran on a broken oblique from
there, and the guys who should put the Place Garibaldi right into the
them there.” heart of the old section of Nice. It
Slightly, he tightened his grip and was a dark, dirty, and narrow place.
smiled. Over the cobbled way, the old build
“ I just decided, about five minutes ings leaned crazily in toward each
ago, that my association with print other, supported here and there by
er’s ink and a typewriter have been arches that spanned the street. A
far too close, and that for the last few cats lurked in the shadows, but,
couple of years I’ve had too little in the time they spent there, they
to be said with either. To hell with saw no other person in the street.
the boss in Paris, and the same with They walked slowly; Rand a yard
the bosses in New York; there’s lots or so behind the younger man, his
of good kids they can shoot out for hands jammed down deeply into his
the crumbs they’ve been wanting me rumpled jacket pockets, a half-
to pick up. A stupid business, three smoked and dead cigar in his teeth,
hundred and fifty days out of the his eyes seemingly intent on the cob
year. But now I’ve got to get to bles. James walked upright and
bed, or my head will fall off and nervously, in quick little rushes,
just roll all over this floor. T o stopping every few feet to stare
morrow, though, I think it’ll be on around him and to wait for the other
better, and we can answer the in man.
14 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
James had not slept all night and I won’t talk without you, that you’re
he was extremely nervous. Over my friend, that I have no money—
night, his clearly cut face had lost as they can easily find out, and that
its natural tan, and was now white you have. And that you must be
and drawn. His eyes had seemed to present when they talk with me.
gain permanently that fixed, brightly Right?”
searching stare they had held the Rand nodded. They moved on to
night before. He had been wearing, the end of the hall and came to a
when Rand met him earlier that dark staircase. They climbed that,
afternoon outside the Hello Sailor their footsteps echoing hollow and
Bar in Villefranche, an automatic loud behind them.' They came into
pistol in addition to his knife. Rand another hall, just like the one be
had forced him to give up both those low, and started along that, past
weapons, and leave them behind. rows of locked and blank doors. But
Rand was glad now that he had made suddenly one of the doors opened,
the other do so: the Rue Pastioglosi and a man stepped forth.
was all that he had imagined it He was small and bald. He was
would be. also, they saw, quite fat, and very
It was he who found No. 51 after neatly dressed, and wore gold-
James had gone rapidly past it in rimmed eyeglasses. He stood si
one of his nervous little rushes. lently there, halfway between the
“ That’s it,” said Rand quietly in door from which he had issued, and
English, and shrugged a shoulder the other wall. They did not speak,
toward it. and he did not speak, but, as they
It was a high and narrow building came close to him, he bowed, quite
of rubble and plaster, very much like low from the waist, and pointed with
all the others in the street. Through a plump, ringed hand to the door
the film of dust and grime that cov from which he had come.
ered the narrow door, they could As James started slowly across the
read the faintly legible inscription: threshold the fat little man spoke,
No. 51. in French:
Slowly, Rand pushed the door “ This other? He is a friend of
with his hand. It gave, and he en yours? He has a very good reason
tered unhesitantly, James right be here?”
hind him, his rapid, uneven breath “ Yes.” James stopped and turned,
hot on Rand’s neck. The place they bent forward just a little bit. “ He
stood in was a small and very dirty has.”
sort of entrance hall. There were no “ Good!” The fat man’s voice was
mail boxes on the walls, no sign of soft and very calm. “ He may enter
who or what was within. Beyond, then.” He lifted his hands, in a
through a half-open door, they could rather explicit and eloquent gesture.
see another and far longer hall, just “ But your hands; out of the pockets,
as dirty, just as deserted and as si if you please!”
lent as this one.
“All right,” whispered James, star HEY entered then, the fat
ing into that hall. There was sweat
on his face and on his hands, and
he wiped that off with the sleeve
T man sidling close after Rand.
The room they came into was
bare, empty, and dusty. And, as
of his coat. “ I’ll go ahead now. they stared around it, the door into
Yes, if they ask about you, I’ll say the hall was shut with quiet swift
THE W E B 15
ness and they heard, equally swift, the matter would be a rather fool
the words of the fat man: hardy thing. Is it not so?”
“ Do not turn toward the door, His pale eyes passed to Rand’s
please. There is just another man gaunt face as he asked that ques
there, as a protective measure for tion. It was, Rand told himself rap
myself. Just look at me, and listen idly, a direct appeal for answer, an
to me.” open demand for his reasons for
The fat man walked toward the being here.
far side of the room now and stood “ Yes.” He answered in the French
by a tall and shuttered window which he spoke as fluently and col
which, through a broken board, al loquially as he did English. “ I
lowed a pallid shaft of light into agree: the police are bunglers. It
the room. That light fell at the feet is my belief that this thing can be
of Rand and of James, and nowhere settled without their intervention.
else. The rest of the big, square But this man has no money of his
room was in a gray shadow. own; you must know that, or you
“ Please stand so,” suggested the would not have permitted me to en
fat man in his surprisingly quiet ter with him. And I have little or
voice. “ I must ask that you let me no money; that you can easily dis
clearly see you while I speak with cover. You cannot make that ninety-
you. Mais, certainement, you are six, instead of forty-eight, hours?”
the man who was asked to come here, “ No.” The fat man said it with
and you”—his eyes passed briefly no particular emphasis or emotion.
over Rand’s expressionless face— “ You may go now. Please back out,
“must be a very good friend of this facing me, as you go. The door is
young man, or you would not have right behind you.” He had made no
bothered to be here, also. It is sign that they could see or suspect,
good.” but, without noise, as it had shut,
The fat man stopped. He rubbed the door opened behind them, and
his hands down over the plumpness slowly, watching the fat man, they
of his stomach. He seemed to look backed through it.
at them, but Rand and James knew And they saw no one as they
that he did not, but was looking at stepped into the hall, no one but
the man they could not see, the man the fat man, who stood in the door
who stood so quietly between them o f the room they had left, now bow
and the door, the one sure avenue of ing to them, as he had bowed when
escape from this place. they had arrived.
Then the fat man spoke again, his “ A thousand thanks, gentlemen,”
pale little eyes sharply on James’s he said in that oddly flat voice, and
face: stepped back into the room and out
“ You understand why you have of sight.
been asked here. It is a matter of
AMES stood motionless for a
J
necessity. Within forty-eight hours,
without fail, you must have the sum moment, listening. But there
of fifty thousand francs, or two thou was no sound, none in the hall
sand American dollars, in cash, here, where they stood, none from the
at this address. One of you must room they had left, and no sound
leave it here, in plain sight, at the anywhere in this dark building.
door of this room. I might suggest His hands and muscles flexed; it
that to try to bring the police into was, for him, as if he were emerg
16 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
ing from some sort of a very bad next table, where a customer who
dream. Only partly conscious that had now gone had left a newspaper.
he did so, he swore aloud, and “L ook!” He spoke in English.
wheeled suddenly, as if to reenter “ L ook!” He pointed, so that Rand
the room, and there discover the might see, with a finger that dripped
truth of what had just happened. blood. “ I—it was the only article I
But Rand's hand caught his arm could see from my chair. I read the
and held him back. And he looked headline three times before I------
at that man and partly read what Jules. They------”
was in Rand’s eyes, and then slowly He stopped speaking and was si
stepped forward with him, along the lent, as if further speech was impos
hall, and toward the stairs that sible. Vaguely, he looked down at
would lead them out, into the street, his injured hand. As a very drunken
and into sunlight, clean air. or badly drugged man might, he be
They walked in silence to the end gan to jerk the glass particles from
of the Rue Pastioglosi and the edge it and stop the flow of blood with
of the Place Garibaldi. Sunlight his handkerchief.
that was as sharp as a knife was The deft and silent waiter had
upon the broad square. Many peo come with a wet napkin. The other
ple were about them, jostling, talk customers had turned back to their
ing, laughing. Under a cafe awning newspapers, glasses, and conversa
across the street, a little four-piece tions. The orchestra was thumping
orchestra was bravely banging forth into a new piece. James sat low in
a melody, the fat violinist puffing his chair, head down, dabbing slowly
happily over his bow. at his hand with the wet napkin the
James brushed a hand across his waiter had given him. Rand noticed
eyes. In a kind of strained, harsh those facts, then looked down, and
mumble the other just barely heard, read the article which was marked
he asked: for him by the blood of the man who
“ You think—Jules-----” sat beside him.
“ You need a drink as a medicinal It was a single paragraph tucked,
measure,” said Rand, taking him by in the inimitable and inexplicable
the arm. “ Come over here. Keep French fashion, between a vermouth
quiet! Wait until you’ve had the advertisement and the list of the
drink.” daily Paris Bourse closings at the
They sat at a sidewalk table near bottom of the front page. Its head
the violinist. Rand drank beer; ing was:
James, brandy. The younger man
did so mechanically, muscles quiver F A T A L D O U B L E A C C ID E N T .
ing in his hand and wrist as he lifted
the little glass. “ For fifty thousand It reported that between the moun
francs,” he said slowly. “ For two tain towns of Martin-la-Pierre and
thousand dollars they do this to a St. Raoul, within six miles of the
man. Do it to------” Italo-French border in the Maritime
The little brandy glass snapped in Alps, a man and a woman had lost
his hand. Barbs of it stood jaggedly their lives the preceding night by
forth from the flesh of his palm. crashing through the stout guard
But he did not seem to be aware of rail of the military highway and
the pain, or of the blood. He rose plunging to their death in a ravine
to his feet and reached out to the some ninety feet below. Their small
C O M -1 A
THE W E B 17
car had burned, badly defacing the He spoke to the violinist, staring at
bodies and making identification the blood-marked page of the paper
difficult. It was doubted by the au James had held: “ Crazy Americans.
thorities of St. Raoul that the The younger one, badly drunk, and
woman would be identified at all. aroused over the accidental death of
This was not so in the case of the two people, French, he very probably
man, for, obviously, in the terrific did not know.” He wiped off the
fall of the car from the highway to table. “ And the older one, he leaves
the ravine bottom, his papers of me a four-franc tip for a six-franc
identity had been jarred out, and order! Is it that one is to think
away from the burning machine. what?”
They had established him as one James did not speak as Rand led
Michel Lebroul, a stone mason who him across the Place Garibaldi and
had, until the night of his death, to the bus stop ; he did not ask where
been employed in the quarries at they were going, or what they were
Martin-la-Pierre. His reasons for going to do, as they climbed in. He
leaving his job and the town were stared about him with blank, unin-
unknown. He had been a steady quisitive eyes as the bus bumped
workman, and liked by his em along the winding shore road to
ployers. He had been married, and Villefranche. Silently, when they
had lived with his wife in Martin- descended there, he followed Rand,
la-Pierre since his arrival in the and they started to climb up the
town about nine months before. mountainside road and away from
Probably the woman who was with the lower town and the Hello Sailor
him at the time of the accident was Bar.
his wife, although this was uncer He spoke once while they toiled
tain, as no one had seen him or her along that hot, steep way, but it was
leave the village, and no one had only to murmur Jules Monteuil’s
seen them upon the road leading to name aloud, then stagger on quietly.
the Italian frontier. The official re That same sort of dazed mood
port of the local authorities was one seemed to still hold him when they
of “ involuntary death.” came to the broad, arched door of
Rand’s little two-room house, for he
AND’S hands were steady as did not speak, and did not look Shout
into the long and shadowed room. clear, and wide and intelligent now.
A piano, he understood vaguely, was “ But it is impossible, absolutely, for
there, and many books, many photo me to get that. It might just as well
graphs and paintings, most of them be twenty thousand.”
stacked in piles against the walls or “ Surely. You’re absolutely right.
upon the floor. But, why do you think they let me
Something probed into his side into that place in the Rue Pastiog-
and he reached down vaguely. A losi, after only asking me a question
bottle was stuck in between some or two?”
cushions on the couch. He lifted it “ That I don’t understand.”
slowly and looked at the label. It “ Simply because they knew fully
was brandy and the bottle was half who I was, and what my connection
full. He pulled out the cork and was with you. To make it brief,
drank until the bottle was empty. they want to use you, and they want
As he put it down he heard, blurred to use me. They know I’m a news
by the pounding inside his brain, the paperman; they know that I can see
jangle of a telephone bell in the and make news out of this. And
next room, and close upon the sound they want just that, just as they
Rand’s voice caustically command want you powerless, and unable to
ing in French. pay anything like fifty thousand
francs, within forty-eight hours, or
HEN the door of the bedroom forty-eight days.”
ceal their real identities and to buck impression. They want to put the
the game, start all over again, and fear of a lot of things in your hearts;
well, here in France. They want me they figure, and right they are, too,
to exploit Monteuil’s death; smear that you’ll be a pretty desperate lot
it across the newspapers all over the of babies. For instance, they want
world. And I will, because it will to whip you into such a state with
help you and me, as well as it will this thing that, when your forty-
help them.” eight hours are up, you’ll crack, and
“ I don’t see how.” go back to them there, and tell them
“ For us it will give me a chance you’ll do anything they say, as long
to see just how they did that job. It as they hold off the Guiana thing
was murder. No doubt about that. on you. Then you’ll be right in
Last night, up there in Martin-la- their bag, and they’ll probably use
Pierre, your friend got a similar you, as a ‘runner,’ in any number
warning, one probably just like of dangerous and dirty jobs, shak
yours, and probably at about the ing down the other poor ‘marks,’ ar
same time. And £ie did, what was ranging appointments, carrying mes
for him, an intelligent and courage sages, doing anything right up to
ous thing: he tr;ed to make a break and through murder. Work that a
for the Italian border with his wife. more intelligent—or more fortunate
Of course, they caught and killed —mug wouldn’t do. That’s what
him, but he almost won. Do you un they think and hope, and its no new
derstand me?” or novel idea, either. Lots of smart
“ I begin to.” crooks have been working that sys
tem ever since Pompeiian Rome.
HEIR idea is that their job “ But, as for me, these guys think
our fat friend of the Rue Pastiog- guy who even now must be ordered
losi. His name is Louarges, or was, to keep watch on us. All right; now
and he was one of the smoothest and I’ve told you enough. If I told you
best con-men and blackmailers in any more, you’d flop yourself right
France until the surete nabbed him into a whole lot of unpleasant trou
about fifteen years ago and sent him ble. You go and take over your
down the chutes to Guiana.” trick in the bar and wait for me to
“You’re sure?” come back, and, meantime, try to
“Absolutely. But, wait a minute, figure out which guy it is who’s
will you? There’s the car coming squealed on you and on me. But
up the hill for me now. It’s going to give me your promise you won’t
take me to St. Raoul. Yes, and jump anybody until I get back.
you’re going back and do your eve Right?”
ning’s bit in the Hello Sailor Bar. It came very slowly:
Funny, isn’t it, how guys repeat “ Right.”
themselves, in their clothes, the “ Let’s go then. I’ve got to stop
cigarettes they smoke, and even the in Monte Carlo and send a wire to
music they like or play. I covered the office in Paris warning them that
Louarges’s trail about fifteen years I might be working for them again,
ago. A homely, plain little rat; he and, if so, to hold open the paper
was wearing a wax mask and a bald for me. I’ll probably be back here
wig to-day when we saw him. But, around midnight; it isn’t far, and
during that trial, years ago, he kept this guy I’ve got drives like no
fiddling with a big platinum ring, other living man in France, and he
made in the shape of a cobra, with won’t live much longer doing it.
chip diamonds for the eyes. And Come on !”
the jailers must have taken that ring
from him even before he left France.
CHAPTER IV.
But since he’s been back, and gotten
M A R T I N ’S S T O R Y .
into the money again, he’s tried to
I
duplicate that ring as closely as he T was a quarter of one when
could. Nothing but vanity, of James again saw Rand. That
course. I don’t think I could have man was grimy, happy, and
recognized him otherwise; the make whistling when he came into the •
up, even the faking of the voice, Hello Sailor Bar. But his loud and
were swell. But the snake ring— abrupt entrance caused small inter
damn strange.” est in the place. Over in one cor
“ Yes,” said James slowly. “ But ner, very drunk and equally as bel
that’s not the word I’d use for it.” ligerent, three strapping sailors off
“ Maybe not. But I can tell you a Finnish freighter, which had en
something funnier than that. How tered the port that night, were argu
do you think that gang has got all its ing with each other in their incom
personal and very accurate informa prehensible native tongue as to who
tion about you and about me?” should have the honor of purchasing
“ I don’t know. Probably they’ve the next drink. Bunched in silent
had some rat hanging around here expectation across the room from the
in Villefranche, watching us. Some trio, and next to Louie, the owner
of the bar, were the pilot and the
“ Some guy who must hang out tug crew who had entered the ship.
around the Hello Sailor Bar. Some As Rand took his place among
THE W E B 21
the spectators, the argument was street. Rand approached this man
brought to a sudden conclusion by and said, very quietly:
the smallest Finn. He suddenly “ I would talk with you, fellow. I
screamed and violently brought to would like to buy a drink in your
gether, his arms vised about their honor, to your success. What do
necks, the heads of his two compan you say?”
ions. He then pushed from him The man he addressed was broad-
their loosely unconscious forms and shouldered and thickly set. His
strutted forward to the bar, where hair, a coarse, heavy mop, grew down
he ordered himself a grog and, with over his brow to within an inch of
the glass in his hand, asked the room his beetling eyebrows. His eyes
in very bad English if it possessed were round and dark, like pieces of
any man better than himself. In metal that had been forced into the
English almost equally as bad, James roundness of his face, whose plain
answered him from behind the bar. ness was unrelieved by the flat nose
The Finn swung, quite agilely. But and long gash of a mouth. He
James held a rum bottle by the neck, straightened as Rand stood before
and James’s dark, steady eyes held him, and one of his tattooed hands
something that the Finn understood, came up along his thigh, and under
even if he did not, at the same time, his short fisherman’s jacket.
admire it. Rand smiled at that. “ I asked you
“ Shove off.” James’s voice was to have a drink from my own bot
flat. “ Beat it, sailor!” tle.” His hands were loosely by his
“Ja,” said the Finn. He grinned, sides, and he stood quite still. “ I
paying for his drink. “ Ja.” would like to see your knife, but
He strode across the room, reached there is a cop out there in the street
down and caught his two uncon now, and you would not get very far
scious shipmates by the collars of if you showed it to me. Come then,
their jumpers. He tried to drag let us sit here. I am dusty, and I
them upright. The attempt was un am thirsty, and I am tired. I have
successful. He grunted, grinned, been to St. Raoul, way up near
then tightened his grip and started the border, since six o’clock, and
forward, dragging them behind him back again. You know St. Raoul?
on the floor, as he would drag sacks No? A dull place; no lads of visidn,
of meal. of ambition, such as there are here.
The feat appealed to the French But, what will you drink?”
patrons of the bar. They applauded James brought Rand’s special bot
loudly, and remembering the long tle of cognac and two glasses on a
and cobbled way between the bar tray. He was, as he stood by that
and the docks, they followed the table, transferring the contents of
Finn into the street, uttering cheer his tray to it, the only man of that
ing words of advice. trio who seemed' at all nervous or
Even Louie, the owner, waited just held by any undue emotion.
to lock and pick up the cash box,
and yell an order to James to close AND sat in his favorite posi
the place for the night. Then he
followed the crowd in the wake of
the turbulent Finn.
R tion, way back in the chair,
- his long head over on one
side, his hands hanging lax, his feet
Only one of that small group of and legs stretched far out. The man
spectators did not run out into the he had asked to drink sat stolidly
22 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
but a little sidewise and forward on “ You think you could kill both of
his chair. One of his hands was on us here with that, and then safely
the table, near the glass of brandy get away? You would add one brace
that had been ordered for him; the of murders to another? Do not be
other was almost out of sight, rest so stupid, Martin. Sit down. Do
ing down upon one thigh, and close you think that I would come here,
to the high waistband of his trousers. like this, if I did not know that they
Raising the bottle, Rand poured would surely cfltch you if you tried
out the dark, strong liquor. “ Sante,” what you are considering now?
he said, and lifted his glass. The They would find many things if you
flat-faced man seated across from did that, Martin, many things that
him did not stir or speak. Rand they will not find, if you sit quietly
looked up at James. “ You know here and talk with me. Put the knife
Martin, here? Of course; Martin there, on the table, or back into your
comes here almost every night. Yes, belt; it doesn’t matter. Drink; and
he has been here every night this this time to my health!”
week, except last night and the night His quick, quiet smile came over
before. There is a reason, Martin? his face. With a shrug he indicated
Is it not so?” James, still standing in a strained
But the man he called Martin did sort of rigid silence beside them:
not answer. He raised the hand that “ It would be better if that man
had been upon his thigh closer to closed and locked the doors while
the waistband of his trousers, and we talked. It is late and past the
his small, metallic-looking eyes closing hour, anyhow. Come on,
lifted up from Rand’s face and lad; close ’em up as Louis ordered.
passed to the open door, as if meas And you, Martin. If you have any
uring it, and the steps a man who fear of the two of us here, alone with
went at the full run would have to you inside this locked room, I will
take to reach it. go and call a policeman, and he can
He only took his gaze from that come and sit here while we talk.
when Rand spoke once more. Even No? I do not think so myself. Just
so, Rand did not speak to him, but like friends, the three of us. That
to the brown, lean man who wore the is it. And now----- ”
apron of a bartender and still stood He stopped and turned on his'
beside the table: chair. James had shut and locked
“ Martin, here, is a friend of the the door. He was now walking back
man we saw in Nice this afternoon. across the room, and toward the men
Yes, of Louarges. But that one, at the table. He came slowly. His
Louarges, he is no friend of Mar head was down, and his neck and
tin’s; that I found out, up in St. shoulders were arched forward
Raoul, where I have just come slightly. There seemed to be no
from.” Slowly, Rand’s voice droned flesh on his face; the skin appeared
off into a silence. All his attention to be tightly drawn right over the
was openly now upon the man called bones, even pulling back the lips
Martin. For Martin had pushed from his teeth, the lids from his
back from the table, kicked his chair intently staring eyes.
away from him, and in Martin’s right Rand saw that. And the man he
hand was a long, straight, wood- had called Martin saw that. And
hafted fisherman’s knife. then, very swiftly, the man named
Rand nodded. Softly, he asked: Martin sprang up, uttering a deep,
THE W E B 23
guttural cry, whipping out his knife and the blade of Martin’s knife
in the same manner and the same shone dully in a far'corner.
moment that James brought forth “ Come over here,” ordered Rand.
his. “ Sit down. Martin here is going to
listen to reason, and he knows why
AND stopped it. It was not he’s going to do so. You know him;
told you to watch Monteuil, and, if could tell they had been murdered
he tried to get away, to kill him. Is by rifle fire.
that right?” “ But when they drove the car
“ That’s right.” through the fence, one of them left
“ But you were still more of an a footprint in the soft earth of the
honest man than you were a crooked road shoulder, and he didn’t cover
one, and you couldn’t see doing that it up. And farther on down the
murder job yourself. So you hired road, about three kilometers from
a couple of renegade Italians hiding there and almost to the border, I
here in town. And you described found the carbine, down in a gully.
Monteuil to them and what road No finger prints but, up on the bank,
Louarges thought Monteuil would the same footmark. Of course, I
probably take if he did try to get thought it was you until I got back
away, and you gave that pair of here and saw how really big your
killers almost all the money you had, feet are. And then there had been
and you got them an old Gras car two men up there on the job, and I
bine, one like you used to carry traced them as far as the border,
down in Guiana. You sneaked them right up to the barb wire, where they
up there and they did the job.” crawled through that night.”
The man called Martin was trying
AND halted. His gaze shifted to speak. His throat, his face and
leaning a bit more forward in his empty rooms, in old, empty build
chair, “that it was lucky for you. ings, and always in a different room
Maybe you don’t understand. May in a different building.”
be you will when I tell you that I “ And there have been other men
and James, here, will let you slide with him?”
out, get away from France, if you “ Always one man who steps right
can make it worth our while.” behind you and shuts the door, while
Martin spoke then. The words you face that one, Louarges. And I
rushed from him: think more, although I have never
“ I got no money. I got nothing. seen them.”
My pension for a year, I gave it to “ Quite possible. Where were you
those two for—that. There is------” going to-morrow?”
“ Shut up,” suggested Rand. “ We “To a place in the old quarter of
know you haven’t got anything like Nice, a number in the Rue Pas-
fifty thousand francs, and, if you tioglosi.”
did, it wouldn’t do us the hell of a “Yes, No. 51. Well, you’re not go
lot of good, anyhow. W e’re not ing, or I wouldn’t advise you to.
after that; we’re after more than W e were there this afternoon, and
that. What we do want to know is it’s not a very nice place to go to.
what you know about Louarges; is Yesterday there was a Spanish
he the guy running this ring, is he coaster, a schooner, anchored out
the guy who put the screws on you, here toward the port side of the
on James, on Monteuil?” breakwall, which was supposed to
“ I don’t know. I am not sure. I pull out for Bilboa and the north
think so, and then again, I do not coast to-day. Has she left yet?”
think so. Louarges, when I saw him “ No.” It seemed to be increas
once, spoke of the ‘others,’ but he ingly difficult for Martin to speak.
spoke of them as though they were “ I have been thinking about her,
not many. Then one other time he watching her. She was late in get
spoke of the boss. That was the last ting some of her running gear. But
time I saw him, when I promised to she will leave very soon.”
do that job up there for him. He “ Catch her then. You should have
was quite happy when I said I’d do caught one like her before, and not
that. He 'laughed, and he told me fallen so fiat for this guy, Louarges.
he had been talking about me to But I know how you felt and feel.
the boss, and that if I handled this Consider yourself lucky now,
first job all right, there would be a though; more lucky than myself and
lot in it for me on the others. And this boy, here, for we’ll always have
he told me to come back in two days to remember how we all but killed
—that’s to-morrow—at ten o’clock in you, and should have, but didn’t
the morning, and he would see about have the heart to do it. Get out
another job.” now; James will let you.”
Martin stood up then. He tried
AND smiled a little then and to speak, he tried to thank them, but
lifted up in his chair. the words he sought choked in his
“ That’s what I meant when throat. He turned finally and
I asked you if you had anything for walked away where James stood rig
us. Tell me this: do you know idly by the open door.
where Louarges lives?” Martin did not look up at him as
“ No. Always I have met him in he went through the door. He stag
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gered as he turned down the cob wouldn’t make much more hell for
bled, steep way which led toward us, anyhow. No, things are as bad
the harbor. Standing stiffly there in for you and for me as they possibly
the doorway, James could hear the could be. Called up my office in
clumsy slur of his feet over the cob Paris when I got the Monteuil story
bles, and from time to time see his in my pocket. They suggested that
dark shape pass through the pale I was drunk, and I countered with
patches of street light. the idea that they were a flock of
Patiently, intent on nothing else, flaming liars. Quite a bit of long-
he waited there. He saw a lantern range invective. It ended when they
being lit in the darkness of the dock- told me they wouldn’t print a word
side, and he saw the familiar stoop of mine until they’d had ‘police
of Martin’s shoulders in that light proof’ or sent another man down
as the man reached down and from the office to check up on me.
grasped for a dory painter made fast Then they cut me off. The dogs!”
to a ring in the old stone dock. He With the complete accuracy of
watched that lantern being waved many years of practice, he reached
slowly to and fro, and he saw an out for the brandy bottle. James’s
other lantern waved back in answer voice came to him as he poured his
from the after deck of the schooner. glass full:
He stood there until he saw the dory “ Well, what now? That guy is
come up under the schooner’s quar gone; you made me let him go. And
ter, and, in the light cast down from we got little or nothing from him,
on deck, Martin’s form outlined as except a lot of talk. I’ve heard so
it swarmed up a sea ladder and on much of that I’m going goofy with
board. it. Talk—nuts! I want action; I
James smiled. It seemed that want to get to that guy Louarges!”
some indescribable but awful weight Rand nodded up at him.
had just gone from him. “ The poor “ I imagine I know quite how you
rat—it’s not him. It’s Louarges, and feel. I just realized now that I’ve
those other guys.” His whisper been talking so ruddy much in the
broke off. He turned slowly back last twenty-four hours that I haven’t
into the room, closing the door be had a real drink. But as for you,
hind him. actually, the only thing to do, as I-
see it, is to wait. That’s an old and
AND sat there as if asleep, his not a bad stunt; let ’em come to you.
“ Don’t know,” he said hoarsely, “ if play loudly with both hands. “ I’m
the idea holds any attractions for drunk now. Nicely so. And, as I
you, but I’m going up to my house told you down in the bar, I’m fed
now, and have a bit of food and beyond the ears with conjecture. As
maybe play the piano. Might as you said, ‘to hell with it!’ Let’s
well come on along. What else you have a little—action----- ”
going to do now?” His hands slipped on the keys, his
“ I don’t know.” body on the stool, as he spoke. He
“ Good, because you might help me tried to catch himself, and James
in getting up the hill right now. I’m tried to catch him. Neither was suc
either a little bit drunk or awful cessful. He landed, full length and
tired, as I stand. But, no matter. limp, on the dusty carpet. He rolled
Close up this joint.” over once so that his face was up,
and he could dimly see the other
HE first soft colors of the man. “ This is just as good an idea
and haggard face. Then, as if he most exactly the same color as the
hardly saw it, he reached out a hand blackened automatic he held stead
and pushed against it, with the vio ily and straightly at his right hip.
lent suddenness of a man whose Those two did not speak. They
strength is fitful and uncertain. stood in silence and unmoving;
The door swung back silently. Louarges’s plump hands caught
That same shaft of light, smaller lightly over the gold watch chain he
now, though, because of the differ wore across his waistcoat. They
ence in the hour, fell into the room just stood looking at him, waiting
through the broken shutter in the for him.
high window. Forward, into that
path of light, he staggered. E lifted his haggard and col
The room was empty. He mut
tered to himself, then cursed, in what
was now a sharply hysterical voice.
H orless face and held out his
shaking hands to them.
“ Been all over,” he mumbled.
“ M’sieur,” he said thickly aloud; “ Been all over since I was here. No
“ M’sieur, it is I—No. 273744—I----- ” money—no chance my getting
Then he almost screamed, for only money. Haven’t eaten, slept. Look
his own voice came back to him. ing for money, your money, all over.
But, finally, he turned and left the Last night, police started to look at
room and went along the hall. me in the streets. One followed.
In the hall he repeated the same Ducked him. Ran until I fell down
cry, those same words of identifica and couldn’t run any more. That’s
tion and appeal. why—why I’m here. Do anything
There was perhaps a dozen rooms. you want, but don’t send me back,
He went in and out of all of them, don’t send me------”
stumbling and calling thickly. Then He uttered a sort of sob. He fell
he came to the far end of the hall limply forward and toward them,
and the staircase. He mounted that, one arm caught peculiarly under his
and came to the third floor and body, the other out and up, as if to
continued along it, just as he had protect himself from some blow he
done below. That place was just the could only dimly expect.
same. All the doors opened to him, How long he lay that way he could
but all the rooms were empty. Even not afterward remember. It was,
the last one, right below the rickety he knew, many minutes. During
little ladder which pointed up to that time he did not move, and he
ward the dusty and cobwebbed sky did not open his eyes, or lift up his
light overhead. face from the dust on the floor. And,
He stood for a time in silence in for a great part of that time, those
the last room. He faced the blank two stood above him, just as silently
walls, his hands slackly by his sides, and as motionless. He could hear
his breath coming unevenly. Then, their even, regular breathing, and
shambling very slowly, talking in an that was all.
incoherent and half audible mutter Then one of them spoke. It was
to himself, he started to turn around the black man, the Negro, he who
and toward the door. held the automatic:
But it was shut. And at each side “ You think he’s faking?”
of it stood a man. One was Lou- “ Shut up!” It was like the hiss
arges. The other was a head taller of a snake.
than Louarges, and his skin was al A curse came back. “ A bas with
30 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
that! Outside with it!” James dead. That same voice spoke once
could sense the big Negro’s bodily more: “ Pick him up, Bidaime! Hold
tension. “ The boss is waiting out back his head and pour cognac into
side now, and he won’t wait for him. Quickly! Is it that I am to
ever!” There was a slurring sound stand here all day, waiting for rats
as the Negro stepped forward, then like you to do such a simple job?
kicked James—heavily and almost Straighten him up!”
half upright. James let his body
AMES could hear the whistling
J
and head roll loosely, he even
blankly opened his eyes part way, of the big Negro’s breath, feel
but he rolled back and into the posi its warmth upon his neck as the
tion he had first been in, one arm, man advanced and stooped down
his right, under his body, his left over him. With a last definite effort
sprawled out before him, the fingers of the will, he held his body motion
wide. less, but he could not hold shut his
“ He’s out.” The Negro spoke. eyes. He opened them, just a very
“ And that other—the old man—has little bit, in a flickering glance.
not yet come.” There was the very The Negro who had entered with
faint sound of stealthy forward Louarges was bending down over
movement again. But, this time, the him, his hands reaching out for
Negro did not kick once; he kicked James’s body. But behind the black,
and kicked—brutally and savagely. in that fractional part of a second
James made no movement, no sound. that his eyes were open, he saw the
His teeth were pressed against his man who stood behind him. And
lower lip until the blood trickled. that man was Gravardiere; the great,
And, above him, he could hear the hooked nose, the thin, pale-lipped
quick, nervously rasping intake of mouth, and the deep-socketed eyes,
Louarges’s breath, then Louarges’s those were Gravardiere’s.
voice: James screamed. It was a physical
“ Enough of that. He did not say reflex, the pouring forth of the sur
kill him. Go get the boss. Let him charged air held in his lungs. His
see for himself. He wants this one body and his head lashed up and out.
conscious, and he won’t be conscious, He struck with his skull, almost as
not for a long time. Move!” he would strike with his fist. He
The black man made no audible caught the black man above him
answer, and James could hear no across the mouth and nose. He wrig
other sound. Little eddies of dust gled away and from under the man,
stirred and rose about his face, and and his right hand, where it had
he knew that the door of the room been strainingly locked for so many
had been opened, shut, and again minutes, brought out the little auto
opened, and that now there was a matic from his right jacket pocket.
fourth man in the room. But he did not fire first. Either
“ V oid.” It was the big Negro Louarges or Gravardiere fired first.
speaking. “ You, see? Completely Only one of those bullets hit James
out.” glancingly in the left shoulder'. The
“ But yes.” That voice was deep others hit the big body of the Negro
and, to James, like a terrific electric who was between him and the other
current through his body. It was men. James held him, his left hand
the voice of Gravardiere, the man he locked with a mad, terrible grip in
thought dead. But, Gravardiere was the other’s clothing. The Negro
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screamed; he bit and kicked; then lay on his back, his hands and his
his body stiffened, collapsed, right mouth open.
over and upon James’s. James turned the negro over with
A slapping stream of bullets hit the toe of his shoe. He stared for
the Negro then. They lurched and many minutes at the twisted face.
moved it, and enabled James to see. “ Your name,” he whispered harshly,
Louarges stood crouched down in “was Bidaime, and you perjured
the doorway. It was Louarges who yourself against me, in my trial at
was firing as he backed out the door, Cayenne.” Then he stood silent, re
and behind Louarges, dimly, was membering Gravardiere. But there
Gravardiere. Seeing him, seeing him was no sound. “ He’s gone,” he told
move then, Louarges stopped and himself in that same harsh whisper.
fired at him point-blank. “ He’s got away. Somehow, he al
His first shot flecked flesh from ways does.”
James’s scalp. His second ripped a That thought made him silent. So
path of fiery agony through James’s he’s not dead, he thought. That was
thigh. His third smashed into the some other man they burned for him,
ceiling. Then James swayed up down in Cayenne. Gravardiere—
from behind the dead black man then he’s the “ Negro from Cayenne”
and shot Louarges cleanly through they talked of down in the prisons,
the brain. the one that ran the escape system.
That was James’s last conscious It must have been his system that
effort. His strength and his body got me out, and Jules. But, he was
gave then, and he toppled sidewise, in France then, still in good stand
seeing, through the spectral blur of ing, and in the senate, and some of
his pain, the dead body of Louarges, his partners, some big, black boy
beyond the doorway, and hearing a like Bidaime, here, ran us through,
wild, pounding sound that he could and either double-crossed Gravar
not clearly understand. But, he diere or never knew my real name.
knew, lying there, fumbling at his
gun, trying to lift and fire it in a E swayed down and squatted
dim sort of mechanical gesture, that
Gravardiere was no longer here, that
Gravardiere had escaped.
H in a sort of crouch beside
the body of Bidaime. He
went systematically through the
James sat slumped beside the dead clothing and over the body. He
Negro for a long time. In that time found money and three extra clips
he was not very sane. He dropped for the man’s automatic pistol, and a
the gun he held and loosely clasped packet of heroin. But he left all
his hands about the ragged flesh those things there and turned and
wound in his thigh. He laughed, in went out into the hall, to where the
a strange sort of hysterical relief body of Louarges lay.
and triumph, and the faint, spent He looked up. The skylight hatch
waves of his laughter were echoed was open; through it he could see
back to him from the dark hall. the blue, cloud-flecked sky. There
But after a while the slow bleed were fresh marks on the rungs of the
ing of his torn leg stopped, and a rickety ladder leading up to it. The
consciousness of what he had done steps, he thought, of a heavily and
and what had happened came fully hastily running man—of Gravar
to him. He stood up, supporting diere.
himself along the wall. Louarges “ I don’t understand,” he told him-
32 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
self. “ He could have stayed and ble toward the shuttered window at
probably killed me. But he ran; and the end of the hall. Through the
I don’t think he fired a shot. Maybe, small crevices in it he looked search-
though, he’s coming back. But be ingly down into the street below.
fore he does------” As far as he could see, the Rue Pas-
He looked down at Louarges. The tioglosi was quiet and deserted. As
slug which had killed him had he had always seen it, he told him
knocked away his cleverly arranged self, Like a street of the dead. He
facial mask, and the bald wig he smiled grimly at that.
wore. “ You don’t know,” he fold him
James’s teeth clicked as he self, “why Gravardiere left. But,
searched that body, and he was taut also, you don’t know why he hasn’t
with a nausea he could hardly con come back.”
trol. But it was upon that corpse He looked up at the skylight; he
that he found what he dimly, stub studied the ladder leading to it, and
bornly sought; some sign, some in realized his strength was not great
dication, that would lead him on enough, and his wounds too great, to
from here and to Gravardiere. permit him to climb it and go that
It was a small piece of white pa way. He turned and faced down the
per, folded several times and thrust hall. With his shoulder and one
into one of Louarges’s vest pockets. hand supporting him against the
It was typewritten, and sopped with wall, his gun held waveringly in the
blood. Only one small fraction of other, he moved slowly but steadily
it, right at the bottom, could James forward.
read. That was nothing but a num It was steady and acute agony for
ber, two numbers. Both he recog him to move so. But somewhere he
nized and understood. One was a found strength and courage that
numero de matriculation, the num somehow kept him upright and mov
ber some man had received when en ing until at last he stood at the door
tering the Guiana prisons. The which gave upon the street.
other, written opposite it on the lit The Rue Pastioglosi was no longer
tle sheet, was a telephone number, deserted. A man stood there in its
with the abbreviated“-letters of a de gray stillness, four or five doors up
partmental -telephone exchange in a the street from No. 51. And that man
small town in the mountains in back was Rand, and had seen him. He
of Nice. was starting toward him now. In
James tore away all but that lit an odd sort of half panic, half anger,
tle strip which bore the two num James cursed and turned, starting
bers. “ That’s the identification of to run the other way. But he could
some other poor devil,” he whis not; his wounded leg gave beneath
pered. “Louarges was probably put him and he sagged over, to lie still,
ting him through the squeezer for listening to the dull beat of the
Gravardiere. But maybe this poor other’s approaching steps.
guy here”—he looked down at the He tried to speak to Rand when
slip of paper—“ over in Bejan, will that man leaned over him; he tried
fall in with me. Maybe he’ll listen to curse him. But the words would
to me, and maybe he knows a lot not issue from his throat and then,
more than the little I know. To quite fantastically, Rand’s gaunt fig
gether, we can------” ure, the Rue Pastioglosi and the
He became silent, to turn and hob small strip of blue sky overhead all
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I
T was the swift motion of the “ Bejan.”
car, the cold wind against his “ That was the place marked on the
face, that awoke him. He piece of paper I found there.”
blinked and sat up, groaning just a “ Yes. Who had that?”
little with the effort. Rand sat be “Louarges.”
side him, far down on the seat, his “ What was Gravardiere doing
long knees up near his chin. He there?”
looked over and smiled quietly. “ I’m not sure. Those others, be
“ Feel better now?” fore he came in, said something
“ A little.” about his wanting me ‘conscious.’ ”
“You should; we had to wash you, He turned to look at the other man.
bandage you, shave you, get you all “ I was lying on the floor, acting as
new clothes.” though I were unconscious; that’s
“ W ho’s ‘we’ ?” how it happened.”
Rand indicated the hunched, broad “ I see.” Rand nodded. “ I under
form of the man at the wheel. stand now.”
“ Fritz. The guy who drives for “ What do you understand?”
me. He’s the lad that took me up “ A lot of things. First of all, why
to St. Raoul; driven for me ever Gravardiere took such a chance as
since I’ve been on this coast. Great to be there. Perhaps you have for
guy; served three hitches in the gotten—and I know I had—that you,
legion. Was staff chauffeur for a through the death of your father,
couple of generals. Then he got were automatically made full part
winged in the leg in a little raid up ner with Gravardiere in those oil
near Colomb-Bechar, and they had lands down there. Of course, we
to discharge him as ‘physically un both know that that property was
fit.’ If he is, I would have hated like his reason for railroading you into
hell to be around when he was ‘fit.’ prison. But why didn’t he have a
But how about you? If you’re dozen Negroes jump you in Cayenne,
rational enough to listen to all this instead of two, when and if he
idle talk you’re able to tell me what wanted you wiped out? W hy didn’t
happened to you. Got your bit of he push it through, when he had the
action, didn’t you?” local political power to have you
“ Yes. I did.” James had sunk sent to the guillotine, instead of let
back in the seat, his eyes all but shut, ting you receive a life sentence?”
his brain and body lulled by the cool “ I don’t know. My head is still
wind against his face. “ I met Gra- giddy. W hy did he?”
vardiere. He’s alive; not dead.” He “ Yes, ‘why did he?’ And why
spoke slowly and calmly, as if in re did he show up in the Rue Pastio
cital of some facts that had happened glosi to-day, taking such a chance,
a long time ago. “ I went to the Rue and with only two of his own lads
Pastioglosi. Louarges and a big to back him up, and want you
Cayenne Negro who had perjured brought to ‘consciousness’ ? For
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34 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
only one reason: he wants the abso where near a clear title to that oil
lute right and title to those oil lands property. So------”
of your father’s. I’ll lay you all “ So he’s done this.”
the money I’ve got and the next bot “ Yes. The patterns fit. You’re
tle of rum I see that he had quit not the only one in the web; there
claim papers in his pocket when he are probably hundreds of others,
came to the Rue Pastioglosi to-day. too. But you’re one of his richest
It all points to it; he wanted you to prizes, and he’s after you as hard
assign, clearly and fully, all your as he can go. You didn’t surprise
partnership share to him. He’s a me an awful lot when you told me
French citizen, and a renegade now, just now that he was still alive in
but, with that clearance by you, he stead of dead, as advertised. For
could sell those oil rights through when I came out of my drunk this
some third party and pick up a tre morning and crawled from under the
mendous fortune. But even in his piano, I found a sound amplifier, a
good old days, when he was in good regular, high-power microphone, in
standing in Guiana and put over the the corner of the room, and, outside
original job on you, he didn’t want the house, telephone wires, buried
you killed.” under the ground. I was to—
fragile—to walk, so I called up Fritz
OU mean he was trying to in Monte, and he came over and got
be so. For otherwise, Gravardiere like we’re a little too late; there’s
would have killed me; he knows me a cop in front of the door now.
enough and hates me enough for it. “ Fritz will take you for a ride.
But where are we going now and And in an hour I’ll meet you across
what is this going to prove?” from that joint, Le Haute Monde,
“ I’m not sure of what it’s going to down there on the main square.” He
prove. But we’re going to Bejan, stood back from the car and jerked
and I am going to see a guy there a hand at the big man in the driver’s
named Viselmi. He’s the answer to seat. “ Fou le camp, Fritz! Beat it !”
the two numbers on that piece of Afterward James was never clear
paper you found in the Rue Pas- as to how he spent that hour. He
tioglosi. I checked up on him in remembered that, during it, he tried
Nice this morning, while Fritz was to talk occasionally with Fritz, the
getting you straightened out in a driver, and that Fritz answered him
hotel we took you to. This bird, promptly but tersely. He recalled
Viselmi, must have escaped from narrow and dangerous mountain
Guiana quite a time ago. For he’s roads, along which Fritz whipped
a big boy up in Bejan; I had no trou the big car, and the bluish-white blur
ble at all finding out about him in of the snow-rimmed mountains right
Nice. He’s a man about sixty now; up behind the town.
got a family, sons, and daughters, Then they were back in the main
and a big vineyard up in back of square of the town, and Fritz was
Bejan. Gravardiere has undoubt slowing the car across from the Cafe
edly got him down on the slate to de le Haute Monde, and in the broad
be tapped for plenty. He’s just the shafting of light from its doorway
sort of man Gravardiere’s after. was outlined the gaunt, slow-moving
With the exception of yourself, figure of Rand—whistling happily.
Louarges, Martin, and even Mon- To James, waiting there in the car,
teuil, were just the smqll stuff in our his bandaged hands gripping tightly
personal knowledge. Gravardiere is about the handle of the door, it
after big money. What for I can seemed an age while Rand crossed
only conjecture; maybe to make a that cobbled square, grasped the
comeback in Guiana, or start a crook opened door and stepped in.
edness of some sort here. But we’ll But his voice was sharp as he
find out soon, somehow. W e’ve got spoke to Fritz:
to find out.” “ Bang it for Nice! Make this
“ Yes.” James’s voice was slow. buggy jump!”
He stirred a bit. “ I think I’ll sleep Then he turned toward James, and
now.” Promptly he shut his eyes James could see that the other’s
and did so. eyes were bright points of flame and
that he was smiling:
I
T was almost dark and the car “ I’ve got it! By George, we’ve
had stopped when he awakened. got it!”
Rand awakened him, gently “ What the hell do you mean?”
pressing against his unwounded “ The whole show—practically
shoulder. “ Sit still and right where everything. W e beat Gravardiere to
you are,” Rand whispered clearly. it this time. It was suicide in there.
“ This is Bejan. W e just got here. Viselmi came in from the vineyards
W e’re parked right across the road this afternoon about five o’clock.
from Viselmi’s villa. And it looks There was a note waiting for him
36 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
“ No. It looked like Viselmi had tioned or even thought of. How
destroyed every other communica does that sound to you?”
tion if there were any. Probably, He repeated that last question
though, he was warned verbally by twice. But he got no answer to it.
some guy in your former position. For James had sunk down in his
Maybe Louarges was sent to do it; corner of the roaring, jumping car,
he was only a sort of halfway boss, and pulled the thick lap robe high
anyhow, and Gravardiere had things up about his body and face. As far
on him like all the rest.” as Rand could see, his companion
“ Yes, that’s all possible. What do had once more slipped off to sleep.
you plan to do now?” •
“ Me?” Rand grunted a curse and H AT same stupor seemed to
flung the butt of his cigar in a cas
cading stream of sparks from the T be upon James when the car
screamed to a stop before a
car. “ I’m going to burn up the tele small hotel in Nice and Rand
phone wires to Paris and burn up nudged him awake. “ Come on,” he
the ears of those apes in the Paris urged softly. “ Got to get up now.
office. This is the biggest human- It’s all right here. This is the place
interest story since the sinking of Fritz and I brought you to this
the Titanic. I’ll smear this one morning; we’re going back to the
from here to Yokohama; I’ll break same room.” But James did not
this as a front page, banner head ex make any answer as he rose, crossed
clusive in every English-speaking into the lobby and the little elevator
paper right around the w orld! All I and so up to the bright, neat room.
want to do is get in that hotel in He just sat vaguely and silently on
Nice and on the wire. Then------” the bed, watching the other man.
“ Wait a winute. How about me?” Rand had stripped off his hat, his
James’s voice was very quiet, but jacket, and his vest; ripped open his
his body was crouched tensely for collar. He stood before the tele
ward on the edge of the seat, and his phone, sweat already dripping from
sharp, dark eyes burned at Rand’s his chin, whipping an amazing mass
eyes. “ Where do I come in?” of French invective, cajolery, and
“ You? When I’ve got that story command into the mouthpiece.. That
on the wire to Paris, when it’s all went on for minutes at a time,
filed, and that won’t take long, I’ll broken by short pauses, during
go over and see the boss of the de which Rand cursed in English.
tectives in Nice. I know him. He’s Then, abruptly, the line was clear,
a smart guy. He and I have worked and Rand’s voice changed. It be
on a couple of jobs together up and came suave, quiet, contained. He
down this coast, and I’ve done him talked slowly and in English:
some favors, and he’s done me a cou “ Bakin? . . . Rand calling.
ple. I’ll just show him this map and . . . Yes, from Nice. . . . No.
tell him what I know, and what’s Sober. . . . What? . . . Re
been going on. Then he can collect peat that. . . . Well, what’s the
all his men and all the gunboats he difference? Hire me again, right
can lay his hands on and go out and now. Now, listen, Bakin; do you
bring back M’sieur Gravardiere. want a swell story? W ill you let
And you won’t come into it, you me give you a quick flash on what it’s
won’t even be mentioned; there’ll be all about? . . . All right. Set?
no reason for you’re men . . . What? . . . Now, wait a
38 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
minute, Bakin, don’t be a darn fool. Take that gat out of your pocket
Didn’t I. . . . How about that last and sit down. Here’s another way
one I called you up on, the one at of doing it. Gravardiere’s wanted,
St. Raoul? . . . You didn’t? for various charges, in Guiana, a
. . . No man came down. . . . French possession, himself. Well,
All right. So long, you. . . .” how would it be with what proof
Very slowly, his hand shaking as we have now, if we caught him,
he did so, Rand hung up the receiver. brought in him and his gang, and
He turned around more slowly. presented the whole works—in your
James was no longer seated on the name—to the French government?
bed. He stood by the door. One of Don’t you think they’d feel they
his hands was upon the doorknob; could square off whatever charges
the other was dropping the auto they have against you for that bit?
matic he had just taken from the Don’t you think they’d almost kiss
bureau top into the side pocket of you on both cheeks?”
his jacket. “ And how do you figure you, or
“ Wait a minute.” Rand seemed to I, or anybody else, except a flock
be having difficulty in speaking. of police, is going to accomplish
“ Don’t you go and be a sap, too. that?”
That was Bakin, the No. 1 man in “ It’s not at all as difficult as you
the Paris office, I was speaking with. think. I know a lot of hard birds
He turned me down; turned down in Marseilles; ex-legionnaires, fel
the story. But that’s all right. It lows like my lad, Fritz. Old bud
can all be printed at once, instead of dies of his, men who have been re
as a running story: the truth of the tired out of the legion for one petty
St. Raoul business; the truth of physical reason or another. Men
this thing to-day; your case, the fact who scrap just because it’s a scrap,
that Gravardiere is alive; and the or for the price of a good drunk
other big story when they raid that afterward. Fritz and I could round
island out there.” up a dozen men like that, with all the
“Yes?” James had already more guns they’d need to pluck off Gravar
than half opened the door. But he diere and all the Guiana gunmen
stood there for a moment while Rand on his blinking island. How does
came over to him; what he saw in that idea strike you?”
Rand’s face and eyes made him stay. “ Not badly.” James spoke very
“ Yes. Wait just a bit. Don’t let s^wly. “ How long would it take
all this foolishness”—he waved his Fritz and you to get them together,
hand toward the telephone—“ threw with all their guns, here in Nice?”
you off. Just ride along with me a “ It’s late now. Probably not be
bit longer. I know just how you fore to-morrow night; they’d have
feel and what you think. You think to come in by car, and it’s a good six
that I’d be a sap to go over to the or eight hours’ drive. And then
chief of police here and spill all I we’d need a fair-sized boat to get out
know to him, and that if I did, you’ll there with after they got here.
surely get sucked into it somehow, That’s got to be arranged for. I’ll
and that Gravardiere and his yeggs do all that, start it going right
would get away before the police got away.”
into action. Isn’t that right?” “ I see.” James nodded, but he
“ Almost completely.” again opened the door. “ But we’re
“All right. Shut that door, then. still not sure of two things: that
THE W E B 39
Gravardiere actually uses that island where that you would take a boat
as his headquarters; and, if he does, with oars?”
that he’s still there.” A bleak and “ Fishing.”
short smile came over his face. “ I “ Fishing,” repeated the man quite
think I’ll go and find out; it’s kind amiably, covering with his own hand
of coming to me. Send for your the hundred-franc note that had
tough boys from Marseilles; maybe been flicked toward him. “ It is a
you’ll have use for them; if I come dark night and a good one for fish
back, or if I don’t come back. Either ing. And now, if you will pardon
way, as I see it, will be all right me?”
for you.” He dropped the automatic He walked toward the end of the
he had been holding into his jacket bar, and one of the two customers
pocket. He raised that hand in sa had already risen from his chair to
lute. “ Good luck, and thanks. See come and meet him there. James
you later!” listened to the blur of their low
He opened the door wide. He voices for a moment, then the owner
stepped through it and shut it was back:
quietly behind him. Standing there, “ It is that Vincent, here, has a
Rand could hear his even footfalls boat with oars. But it makes a late
diminishing along the carpeted hall. hour now, you understand, and it is
dark, a very good night for fishing.
Vincent has told me that he must
CHAPTER VII.
have five hundred francs for his boat
TRAPPED.
with oars.”
HE Cafe of the Crossed An “ G ood! I will pay it to him when
night mist on the sea what he knew der. Then, taking the little auto
must be L’lle des Orphelins and the matic in one hand, he started slowly
place he sought. All he could see of up between the boulders—walking
it as yet was a darker shadow against upright and without hesitation.
the general darkness of the sea. But
through the hoarse call of the fog HEN he had gone perhaps
siren at Cap Ferrat Light, he could
hear the plash and play of the small
waves against the rocky shore.
W thirty paces he heard the
murmur of voices to his
left and saw the small, infinitely
For a time, content that he had swift flash of light. He stood ab
found it, he just rested there on his solutely still. That light, he thought
oars, trying to distinguish some swiftly, had come from the ruins of
sound or sign that would guide him, the old monastery, and had been di
help in his landing. There was rected out to sea, and not toward
none. He cursed silently, slid the him. And there from the sea flashed
oar leathers over the tholepins and one back in answer; a strong search
bent to it again. He made little or light ray turned on, then imme
no noise, and that he himself could diately cut off.
hardly hear through the monotonous For no reason that he could then
calling of the big siren on the cape. consciously name, he turned in the
He came within what might have direction that shore light had come
been a hundred yards of the shore, from, and from where he had heard
shipped his oars, and let the boat the low murmur of voices. But he
drift. He could make out the dropped to his knees now and
sharply jagged piece of shore toward crawled. He moved slowly, stop
which he was being carried by the ping to listen, to stare keenly into
wind. And, behind it, but quite the darkness, and only then, sure
dimly, he could see the long, tum that there was nobody near him, go
bled, lightless shape of the old ruin. ing on. The stir of bodies and
“ Hide a battalion in that place,” the sound of voices warned him
he whispered. “ Runs almost the again, and he halted, lay absolutely
whole length of the island.” He flat, close in under the rubble of
stripped off his. shoes and socks, what had once been a strong wall..
knotting them about his neck. The There were many men within a
boat was within a few feet of the few yards of him, perhaps a dozen
shore now. He climbed up into the of them. They were in front of
bow and caught up the coiled him, and moving down from the
painter. silentness of the ruins and toward
One last little wave caught the the shore. There was no flash of
boat. James jumped, landed cleanly light again, but offshore he could
and without sound. Great sea- hear the carefully muted throb of a
beaten boulders were about him on powerful gasoline motor, and he
both sides; underfoot, was a rough could make out the voices of the
sort of shale. For a moment he men in the group ahead. Most of
stood there, listening and watching. them, if not all of them, spoke with
The only sounds were those of the the peculiar and familiar thick
sea and the hoarse voice of the siren liquidity of French Guiana Negroes.
on Cap Ferrat. Gently he reached up and pushed
He moved swiftly. He fastened off the safety catch of his automatic.
the painter around the nearest boul Perhaps, he thought swiftly, Gravar-
THE W E B 41
diere was among this group. And, carried into the monastery by Gra
if so, he could------ But, with an ex vardiere’s man. The white man was
treme effort of the will, he drove stating that he could not bring the
back that thought so that he could final shipment of the guns for two
concentrate on what was going on days, at which time he would want
before him. a complete and final payment.
The launch whose motor he had The man spoke in bad French,
heard was close in to the shore now. with a strong accent, but forcibly.
He could hear the grate of her k^el He told Gravardiere that he had al
on the shale, and the slap of a hurled most been captured by the police
heaving line. The powerful motor when he left Trieste, and had some
had been cut out. Men waded, how bungled past a French torpedo
splashing quite noisily, out into the boat off Mentone during the night.
shallow water, and there was the He lowered his voice, and James was
creak and clatter of heavy boxes or unable to hear any more of the con
crates being lifted, and grunts from versation.
the men who carried them. Then, calmly, concentrating en
Then, suddenly, a dim light was tirely upon what he was doing,
made, an electric torch which was James brought down the muzzle of
held under a canvas jacket, ■and his automatic, drawing a target
James saw that file of men walking square upon Gravardiere. But some
up from the shallows, along the small movement of his feet must
beach, among the boulders and to have dislodged a stone, for there
ward the ruined building. was a little grating, clattering sound,
“ Guns,” he whispered to himself. and then the quick, harsh hiss of
“ It must be rifles or machine gun withdrawn breath from a man hid
parts they’re carrying. Nothing else den in the darkness somewhere near
worth Gravardiere’s while would be him, followed by a red slash of pistol
so heavy.” flame.
His'whisper stopped. His body The bullets fanned closely past
arched up a little, and he lifted his James’s head. He swung instinc
left arm, and crossed it in, so that tively, ducked, and fired back at the
he could prop and hold his auto spurt of flame which indicated the
matic steadily upon it. For in that gun from which it came.
dim splotch of light he had just dis From behind, from in front, and
tinguished a great, fat, round-shoul from the shore side, guns fired at
dered figure, and recognized the cast him, and lead ricocheted from the
of the cone-shaped head, the shining, shale and boulders about him. But
almost lemon-colored eyes of Gravar- he did not stay there any longer.
diere. It was as if the whole thing had
Gravardiere stood thigh-deep in been planned for him. He wheeled
water, beside the bow of the launch. around, crawling rapidly, slid over
He was talking with a small, one boulder, bumped harshly against
squarely set white man clad in dun another, then came to his feet and
garees, who stood slouched against ran forward, toward the gaping,
the launch’s anchor davit. James pleasantly solid blackness of the old
could hear clearly what Gravardiere monastery.
said, and the replies of the white Several times he tripped and fell,
man. They were talking about the tearing his clothing and his flesh.
shipment of guns that were being But, always, he got up and ran on,
42 T H E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
the screeching whine of bullets out with his hands at the cool, slick
about him, the excited and hoarse stone of what must have been a
cries of many men behind him and doorway. Then, slowly, almost in
in front of him. It was those voices perfect silence, he lowered himself
from in front which warned him and down, into that void of darkness
told him where the door of the old whose bottom he could in no way
monastery was, for there was still know.
no light anywhere, except the thin As he did so, lowering his body
stabbing flame of the guns. inch by inch, all his weight upon his
aching hands and fingers, his knees
E found the door; found the brushed in, against the wall he hung
that he had no weapon but the au returned to him he realized that the
tomatic, and but few more shells. place was utterly silent. He moved
But that did not really matter now. his numb body. He turned around
What did matter was that he must and crawled back toward the room
move on, keep going and get away. from which he had come.
Yes, he must get away and then His hands and knees encountered
come back and get Gravardiere. a ragged mass of rock. He choked
After that he would not care. upon a fine dust of dry earth and
He stopped to listen. His own cement. Suddenly he understood;
breathing blurred out any other the men who had followed him had
sound there may have been. Vio come for one purpose; to smash
lently but silently he cursed himself. this passage after him. They had
He brought up the automatic and collapsed its walls with either dyna
released the clip. It held two snub mite or a hand grenade. The walls
nosed bullets. He smiled and rubbed and roof were caved in completely.
the barrel against the sleeve of his How much rock there was he did not
coat. Two might be enough, al know nor was there any way of find
though he did not know how many ing out. The way was blocked.
men followed him. But he must He turned back and went along
find a better place to fight than this. the passage. He staggered and
He must go on. weaved from side to side, but he kept
He did. He came to what seemed going somehow. Suddenly the tem
to be a turning in the long, narrow perature changed. It was very damp
passage. He nodded to himself, and cold. A sort of scum was on
standing there with the fresh draft the rock, and he heard and felt bats
of air upon his sweating body. This flap thickly past him. The passage
was the place for him. Here the seemed to slope down where he first
turn in the passage allowed him came across the scum on the wall.
cover and a place from which to Then he found he was walking in
shoot safely the men behind him. water—salt water—and he could
He crouched down against the wall hear the low lapping of the sea.
and waited. He stpod still for a moment. Then
he lifted his hands up and out- Then
E thought he could hear the met the roof of the passage. The
vardiere must have known of this of rain fall upon his face and into
place and explored it fully before. his mouth as he worked. And after
This passage must once have been what he knew as only an eternity of
open right to the sea. It had prob torture, the suspended stone began
ably been a hidden way of retreat to tremble and slide, and he was
for the monks who had erected the forced to drop down and just watch
original building on the island. The it dully and helplessly from one side.
slope of the passage floor went to Then it fell. With a slow, grind
show that. But all that had been ing noise the rocks began to drop.
many centuries ago. The sea had He jumped back, his whole body
been constantly at work since then. trembling.
And the sea had slowly undermined As they fell, they made an echo
the walls of the passage and tumbled ing thunder, and he laughed hearing
them down like this. it, for he could recall the thunder of
Now the place was a trap—for him the grenade that had locked him
—and for Gravardiere. He laughed here, and the sounds were almost ex
aloud at that thought, not quite actly the same. For some four or
sanely. But then he was silent. five minutes those flat stones fell,
From above upon his matted, filthy making a barrier of stone waist-high
hair, suddenly fell moisture. Not in front of him. How he escaped
the slow drip of moisture sweated being killed he did not know.
from slimy rocks, but clean, sharp He looked up. The roof had given
drops of rain. in a ragged triangle. Soft light and
fine rain, then a bit of breeze off the
E reached up his hands. At sea came in to him. He smiled,
see nothing but the black, shiny to recognize it. A voice hoarsely
reach of barren rock right near him. rasped a command. One gun fired,
Through the mists and the soft then another, and a third, winging
beating of the rain, he could hear lead in a flat, screaming screen of
many sounds. Abruptly staccato, he death right over his head. Then
heard and recognized the wide-open they stopped.
roaring of a motor. It was that of A man knelt on the dimly seen,
the launch which had been in«along violently bucketing foredeck of the
shore when he had landed on the launch. And he held in his hands
island last night. And now, roaring a French army issue Lebel rifle,
up in joint crescendo with it, was which bore upon its muzzle a gren
the high wail of several machine ade-throwing attachment. He was
guns fired simultaneously. Then firing it. James could see him throw
that crescendo diminished, broke, back, then forward, the bolt and
and stopped for a moment, and he slide another of the grenades into
could hear the motor of another place on the muzzle, to steadily take
launch, and vague cries, from the aim and fire. As far as James could
island, and from the sea. Some in see, those last two shots were un
the Cayenne dialect came almost necessary. The first one had been a
directly from behind him. Slowly direct hit; landed squarely before
remembering, he moved his hands the reddened muzzles of those ma
over his body and found the auto chine guns, smashing and silencing
matic, then started that way, those guns and gunners forever.
Somewhere farther on down the
CHAPTER V III. island, on the other side, other ma
T W O V IC T O R IE S .
chine guns began to chatter into ac
tion. But the launch had grounded
AMES had not gone more than a on the beach; the men in her were
J few yards when there was that leaping out and ashore, ducking low
series of sharp but indistinctly over the stones, their weapons in
merged explosions out to sea. Theytheir hands.
were ended by one vast smash of James recognized two of those
sound which.he did not understand men. One, the man who had sat on
until he saw, dimly through the the bow of the launch and handled
mists, the flame-wrapped shape of a the rifle grenades, was Fritz, the ex
motor launch, and caught the sharp legionnaire chauffeur. The other
odor of burning gasoline, wood, was Rand. Rand without a hat, a
cloth, and flesh. coat or tie, with what looked like the
He mumbled a kind of hoarse last half of a cigar between his teeth,
curse in his throat, and turned back and what looked like a French dou
toward the island. But it was silent. ble-barreled fowling gun in his long,
And out to sea there was the sudden thin hands. The other men James
stridance of another launch motor, did not know, or why they had come,
and he could see the craft now, lung or how they had got here. But,
ing through the mists, her bow wash vaguely, he knew their type. Some
leaping in beautiful curves of silver. how, they all looked like the chauf
He did not recognize the launch. feur, Fritz. Then he smiled under
The men behind him, the handlers of standing. They were the group
those machine guns placed in the Rand had talked of last night—the
ruins of the old monastery, seemed retired legionnaires from Marseilles.
46 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
you had even gotten here. After of aiding and abetting you, was
you left, a couple of things hap mailed in to him, signed anony
pened all at once.” mously, and postmarked locally
He jerked his head up and for a early yesterday morning. And that’s
moment was silent. The firing ahead about all. Can you walk?”
was getting more intense; the ma “ A little, I think.”
chine guns screamed with a sound “ Come on, then.” Rand had
that was nearly human. But, slowly, picked up his fowling piece. “ I
Rand went on: want to fight. I’ve got a rotten hang
“ About an hour after you left, a over from yesterday. I haven’t had
dumb local gendarme came around a chance to get more than two drinks
to the hotel room there, and tried in the last three hours. I’m so sober,
to pinch me on the suspicion of aid I’m damn near ready to fight any
ing and abetting an escaped convict. body for any reason. And if this
You, of course. He was pretty stub thing here won’t fire, I’ll use it like
born about taking me to the station a baseball bat and rap out a couple of
house, so finally Fritz had to beat good base hits. Where’s Gravardiere
him on the knob and knock him out. —■here?”
Just then the mob got in from Mar “ I think so.”
seilles, with the small dash of news “ Then you didn’t get your chance
that their car had been stopped for at him?”
going too fast as they came into “ I got my chance at him—missed
Nice, and the gendarme who stopped him. He may not be here now. He
them saw some of the guns in the trapped me down in there for hours.
back of the car. The only way they He may have gotten away from the
could duck arrest was to let him island,”
have it and knock him out. It was “ No. Nobody got away from the
quite logical, after that, that we all island. W e’ve been cruising around
fled the hotel together.” this dump since about an hour before
Rand stopped. The firing had dawn, trying to find the right spot
died away now. He smiled: to land. They must have heard us,
“ W e thought we’d follow your for that launch put out and let loose
solitary and heroic tracks; in fact, at us. W e sank it. You know what’s
we darn well had to. Down at the happened since then.”
old port, at a dump called the “ Yes. You think these lads can
Crossed Anchors, I found out that take the place?”
you had actually shoved off. So, Rand almost smiled.
while Fritz was bargaining around “ They’d better clean it out. If
about getting a motor boat, I called they don’t, we’ll all take a ride to
up my friend, the chief of police, the jug. For I know very well in
and told him who I was, and just deed that my friend, the chief of
what had happened, and what I had police, will trace the phone call I
been forced to do to his gendarme, made from the Crossed Anchors, and
and in just what hotel room and will come out here probably with
state he would find him. As I say, two or three battalions of chasseurs
the chief is a lad I know pretty w ell; d’Alpins and a mountain battery
he held back his wrathful curiosity mounted on a flat boat. If we de
to the last. Even answered me a liver the goods to him, all right. If
question: he said the letter identify we don’t------ Hey! Listen to the
ing me with you, and accusing me mugs yell! They must have------”
1
48 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
T United States holds the best of everything, the now famous Wicker-
sham report brought a sense of superiority. English police methods
and English courts certainly are superior to our American courts and
methods. The London metropolitan police records for 1930 showed only
twenty-one murders; nine of the slayers killed themselves and eleven
arrests were made in the other twelve cases. There was only one unsolved
murder for the year.
A British official, however, who visited many American prisons, de
clares that the English cannot criticize the United States, because no Eng
lish prison official ever has had to face the great difficulty of the over
crowding of American prisons.
COIV1—4A
The Canary Kid finds that to pull a “ safe” job in London
FOG IS N EC ES SA R Y
B y C . $. M o n ta n y e
The Kid lighted a cigarette, and Traill stated crisply, “ I’m gonna
drew the shade at the window of wash up, hop out, and grab me off a
their small parlor. The glass re music-hall show. I think I’ll nod in
flected him darkly. The tweeds he at Daly’s. Don’t you want to string
had worn to the races at Hurst Park along?”
that afternoon had come from a The Kid shook the golden head
tailor on Moorgate Street. In them from which his nickname had been
the Kid, slender and blond, looked derived. “ No, I think I’ll stay here
not unlike one of the wealthy idlers a while. I expect a visitor a little
who exercised their mounts on the later. You go and enjoy yourself,
bridle paths of Rotten Row. but remember this: pockets over
He turned away and dropped into here are sewed up tight. Don’t make
a chair. Traill and he had lost the mistake of trying to get your
nearly three hundred dollars on the fingers in any of them.”
races. The Kid smiled faintly. The Traill grunted and left.
unfamiliar thoroughbreds, on the The Kid, alone, picked up a sport
turf course, had run the wrong, way ing magazine. He turned the pages
for them. Like Traill, the small, idly, his attention straying. He be
wizened little crook suffering so gan to think about Sir Wilfred
acutely with nostalgia, he, himself, Parish and the office at the Croyden
was homesick for New York. A flying field, where, the previous day,
profitless fortnight in London had he had first glimpsed the man. Deep
made him anxious to press on. within him the Kid’s intuition
“ Tell you what I’ll do, Joseph.” stirred. He had no definite way of
The Kid spoke deliberately. “ If we reasoning out the feeling, but he
don’t get a break by Wednesday, was almost certain he had one of his
we’ll run across to Paris, look that old, lucky hunches. The Canary
slab over, and sail from Cherbourg Kid shrugged well-tailored shoul
on the twenty-first. Fair enough?” ders and looked at his watch. It
“ Twenty-first? That’s a long way was nearly nine o’clock.
off. Paris, you say? Why go there? Discarding the magazine, he took
—’at’s only a city of dressmakers.” a nervous turn or two around the
He shrugged. “ You’re the head man, room. Sir Wilfred Parish. Croyden
so I suppose I gotta keep my face to Le Bourget. After a minute the
shut and sit up on my hind legs Kid went into the adjoining bed
whenever you snap your fingers. But room, and strapped on his rubber
get this, pal,” he added fiercely. shoulder scabbard. Into the holster
“ When I plant my dogs on Forty- he pushed a flat automatic revolver,
second Stree.t, they’re going to stay after a glance that made certain the
there permanently. On the level, ammunition clip was filled. Some
you can pick up more mazuma in how the familiar feel of the weapon
five minutes on the main stem than close to him had a soothing, inspir
you can over here in five years. No ing touch. Once more he was the
wonder this Scotland Yard place adventurer, the lone wolf prowling
packs such a heavy rep. The elbows the danger trail. He trusted his
don’t have to arrest nobody. Why? hunches, believed implicitly in his
Because there’s nothing to steal!” own luck, was a fatalist in all mat
“ I wonder,” the Canary Kid mur ters of chance. And chance, he was
mured thoughtfully. confident, had dealt him a new hand
“ While you’re wondering,” Joe there in the flying-field office, where
52 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
he had gone for information con tleman, sir. Why, as the senior part
cerning the plane schedule between ner in his counting house on Dysart
England and France. Street and with a summer place at
Brighton, there don’t come no finer
OME fifteen minutes later a than Sir Wilfred, sir. Still, a job’s
foggy before midnight, sir. Mid punk vaudeville, and now the pad
night to-night, I mean.” to sleep it off on. What a break—
“ You can’t get odds from me,” the for me! Look. Don’t you need some
Kid smiled. “ I don’t know your one to go along and hold your horse
London weather well enough. By or something?”
the way, are fogs worth anything? “ This,” the Kid informed him, “ is
What good are they?” a one-man job.”
James Mandeville coughed for the Joe Traill’s deep-set, gray ferret
third time. “ Fogs,” he declared, eyes widened. “ Job?” He moved
“ are necessary.” closer to the Kid. “Job? No fool
ing. What’s the lay, pal?”
HE Kid showed him out and Smiling, the Kid buttoned his
sented an unlighted fagade, stand how many inhabited the house. With
ing serene in the fog as if representa a shrug the Kid moved closer to the
tive of the neighborhood’s solidity. door. He tensed himself, his auto
Yet, the Kid was quick to observe, matic sliding out and into his hand.
the house contained the person vfho Then, after a short pause, the creak
interested him, for, waiting at the of a door opening behind him
curb was parked the black sedan that whirled the Kid around.
had taken Parish from the Hertford At the same moment something
Gardens. hard and ominous prodded and came
The Kid turned into the vestibule. to rest at a point between his shoul
The fog had its advantages. There ders. A low voice gave a sharp,
he might work without being ob quiet command:
served by any one in the street. He “ Stand exactly where you are!
bent to the lock on the inner door, Don’t make the mistake of moving!
turning the knob, listening to the I’ll take your weapon.” The Kid
sound of the latch’s mechanism. allowed his fingers to be emptied of
There was nothing very difficult to his gun. “ Now walk forward, and
the lock itself. The master-key he remember I will not hesitate to shoot
always carried with him solved its if you attempt trickery. I want a
intricacies. Cautiously, he pushed look at you.”
the front door to an aperture large The man behind him opened the
enough to glide through. shut door at the end of the passage.
The Kid closed the door behind The Canary Kid passed into a
him, and waited until his eyes grew lighted study. Its oak-paneled walls
accustomed to the murky darkness and antique furniture gave it an old-
of his surroundings. Warmth en fashioned charm. But the Kid was
veloped him. He strained his ears. more interested in the man who, cov
After a long minute he heard sounds ering him carefully with his revol
of movement on the floor above; the ver, backed him to one wall. Sir
opening and closing of drawers, rus Wilfred Parish considered the Kid
tle of papers, a low cough. The Kid’s with a frown.
hand reached for and felt the flat “ I saw you from the window. My
bulge of the rubber shoulder scab dear fellow, just what is your busi
bard. Then, urged on by a desire ness here to-night? You’re no house
to learn how incorrect or perfect his breaker. At least you do not ap
hunch had been, he mounted a wide pear so.”
staircase that went up into the dim “ You flatter me,” the Kid mur
regions above. mured.
On the first landing the Kid “ Come, come,” Parish cut in quite
marked his destination. An edge of crisply. “ I’m in no mood for pro
light came from under a shut door crastination. Who are you?”
at the end of the passage. From be “ One,” the Kid replied, “with a
hind this door the sounds emanated hunch. A rather indifferent hunch
which he had heard while down at that, it would appear.”
stairs. With one hand on the balus “ Explain yourself.”
trade, the Kid kept his ears attuned “ Stop me if I bore you,” the Kid
to the quiet of the mansion. Be requested. “ My explanation is rather
sides Sir Wilfred Parish, he had the whimsical. It begins yesterday morn
servants to reckon with. James ing in the office of the Croyden fly
Mandeville had neglected to tell him ing field. I had to wait quite a little,
F O G IS N E C E S S A R Y 57
while you made inquiries concerning “ Yes, you might be useful to me.
the first plane leaving Croyden to It would be rather amusing to have
morrow morning for France. I noted you arrested and held on a charge of
your look, your agitation, the care bank robbery. A bit thick for you,
with which you booked passage and my good fellow, but fortunate, per
the name you gave. Perhaps I would haps, for me. It so happens the safe
have never thought about it again in my Dysart Street establishment
had I not seen you in the parking was opened and cleaned out late this
space when I left the office. If you afternoon. If you were arrested
remember, a limousine drove up. A with some of the securities and
stout gentleman who wore a monocle money on you------”
such as yours, hailed you. He ad He broke off abruptly. The Kid,
dressed you as Sir Wilfred Parish.” motionless against the wall, tight
“ Go on.” ened his lips. All at once a ray of
“ That,” the Kid continued, “struck understanding flashed through his
me as odd. You book passage under mind. Parish’s alias at the flying
one name, and I hear you called by field, the luncheon date which was
another. While waiting for my taxi, impossible for him to keep, his ex
I overheard the stout gentleman pression and nervousness. The Kid
make a luncheon date with you at told himself it needed no high order
your club for to-morrow noon. of intelligence to put the facts to
Again, I thought it odd. You were gether and arrive at an accurate con
flying to Le Bourget, and yet you clusion. Sir W ilfred Parish, pre
were making luncheon dates.” paring for flight, had robbed his own
Parish smiled thinly. “ You Amer safe!
icans,” he declared softly, “are ob Even as the Canary Kid reached
serving chaps. What else?” his deduction he saw that the man
The Kid shrugged. “ Nothing of confronting him knew that he knew.
any importance. I wanted to play Parish’s face darkened. His gaze in
my hunch through and find out what voluntarily flickered across the som
you were up to. That’s about all.” bre study. For the first time the Kid
The other, without relaxing his glimpsed the small, neat pile of lug
vigilance, rested against a table in gage in one shadowy corner of the
the center of the study. Parish’s room. He drove his thoughts faster.
brows drew together in thought. He Once, back home in the States, he
glanced at his watch and looked at had served a penitentiary sentence.
the Kid meditatively. At length he All during the long, grim, gray
spoke. months in that city of silent men he
“ I don’t know whether to turn you had vowed that never in the future
over to the police or not. Your story would be again hear steel-barred
is ingenious. It just happens I might doors clang shut behind him.
be able to use you.” He studied Parish through nar
rowed eyes. The man was a worthy
HE Canary Kid was struck by adversary. Parish, recovering him
T
Show.
before the proletariat!
Picture Pete Salem and
me tossing sales talk to
the crowds of air-minded
flivver owners at the Cleveland Air
Wasted effort. Because,
the Cooper line, and literature and
everything.
It was a nice layout and got lots
of attention, and we handed out
enough literature to decorate every
home from there to Walla Walla.
even if he was as good a salesman as People go in for air-show literature
Pete thinks he is, a man couldn’t sell nowadays instead of collecting pic
the Morgan yacht to a bookkeeper’s ture post cards of Niagara Falls and
assistant. the soldiers’ and sailors’ monument
I don’t have to tell you that old at Higgins Harbor, Maine. But the
man Cooper turns out some nice first three days we didn’t sell any
crates. We had a Lansing Limou more airplanes than you could count
sine there in our exhibit and a on the fingers of a man who’d had
Cooper Aircoupe with a Lansing both arms cut off in a railroad acci
frame suspended from the ceiling dent.
and labeled “ The Eagle’s Skeleton.” Crowds! They plumb wrecked
F L Y A W A Y CLEVELAND 61
I’d got so I used to put things in her attention like he always does,
like that just for variety. I just tootled off and kicked a couple
“ Isn’t it a darling!” said a voice of kids off the Lansing Limousine.
at my elbow.
A voice like trilling bird notes ROM a distance she didn’t
when it’s apple-blossom time in
Maryland. A thou-beside-me-sing-
ing-in-the-wilderness kind of voice.
F look so hot. Honest, her eyes
had a kind of hard look like
you associate with dames who argue
My eyes popped open and I stood with bookmakers at the races, or wel
there blinking like stout Cortez him come butter-and-egg men at cab
self when he first beheld them cele arets. And her hair had a metallic
brated Spanish beauties at Tia sheen like the sun glistening on an
Juana. Was she the little queen of engine cowling. Metallic, that was
all the glorified American girls? the word to fit her—a subtle some
Boy, I’m telling you. thing in her manner. But you
She’s hanging on to a fellow’s arm wouldn’t expect Pete to notice it,
and admiring the Aircoupe, and the him being anything but subtle.
fellow says: He sure fell for her hard, helped
“ Nice little job.” her in and out of the cabin and ex
And I says: “ In the trade, mister, plained all the little gadgets to her
she’s known as a Lulu.” while she sat in the pilot’s seat and
I had my eyes on the dame, of tinkled and cooed. And, mind you,
course, and she says: that Aircoupe is some sweet little
“ Quit your kiddin’.” With a look job for anybody to coo over.
out of them snappy blue eyes that The fellow with her liked the ship,
sent my heart over into a half roll too. When you got a chance to look
and from there into a spin. When him over like I did he was pretty
I came out of it the fellow was ask snooty himself. Clothes that would
ing me about the Aircoupe, and I have roused Pete’s inferiority com
had a hard time recalling the sales plex if he’d been able to see any
patter I’d been talking day and night body but the frail. And in the mat
for three days. ter of clothes Pete thinks he’s old
“ Perfection of line,” I say dream man Brummel himself. This bird
ily. “ The last _word in style and wore spats and a stick and gloves,
stream lining.” and he had a wrist watch set with
“ Don’t get fresh, Freddie,” she diamonds that flashed expensive
croaks in a voice that was suddenly' rainbows at you whenever he raised
as coarse as a crow’s in a cornfield. his arm. And speaking of diamonds,
But the fellow just laughed it off that dame had a couple of rocks on
and says: her as big as hub caps.
“ He’s talking about the ship, you “ Oh, Arthur,” she calls to him
dope.” from the cabin. “ I just love this
That little interchange sort of little ship. You’ve simply got to buy
sobered me up. I could see that she me one.”
might be a sweet little kitten, but “ Now, now,” he says. “ Where
her claws weren’t manicured. And would we put it? Haven’t we got
anyway, I don’t like slangy women. Pullman reservations and every
They don’t appeal to me any more thing through to Hollywood?”
than bearded ladies in a side show. “ W e could fly there,” she gurgles.
So when Pete horned in and grabbed “ Please let’s.”
F L Y A W A Y CLEVELAND 63
Arthur shrugs and looks sadly at “ Where’s Mr. Salem?” she asks,
Pete. smiling.
“ I should have known better than “ He fell down a sewer and broke
to bring her to the air show,” he a coupla legs,” I says, knocking an
says. “ She’s as full of whims as a other king off Lansing Castle with
humming bird. Trouble is, she’s got one fell swoop of my mace.
plenty of money to indulge her “ Don’t be like that,” she says.
whims.” “ Be nice and I might learn to like
Pete couldn’t see anything in that you. I just dote on homely men.”
to be sad about. “ Oh, yeah?” was all I could cover
“ Can she fly?” he says. that one with.
“ No, but I can. I’m her husband. “ Yeah. But to go from the ridicu
Just one of her whims.” lous to the sublime, what’s the fly
Pete figured another little whim away price of this crate?”
like an Aircoupe at four grand “ Huh!” I says, derisive as a door
wouldn’t do her any harm, and they keeper to a newsboy. “ Four thou
argued the point until finally this sand berries.”
Arthur took the dame away. But it “ Huh yourself,” she says. “ You
was like dragging a pouting kid got another just like her on the
from a candy counter. line? Or do you have to take this
“ Sweet little bit of femininity,” ship off the floor?”
Pete wheezes enviously after them. “ We got two just like her on the
“ Must be nice to be him.” line.”
“ Him or whim?” I says. “ How soon could you have one
“ Him.” ready?”
“ Oh, I dunno. There’s lots of “ Fifteen minutes, with a bill of
hims I’d rather be. She’s too kind sale and everything. How soon
of whimmy. However, every her has could you get four thousand bucks?”
her whim.” I admit that that was no way to
“ Imagine!” Pete dreams on, talk to a lady, but she sure had me
“ Imagine being able to give up riled.
work and having nothing to do but “ Insolent!” she says. “ Pay him
indulge the whims of a girl like the money, Arthur.”
that! He was a pilot, too, before he Arthur didn’t want to do it and
married her. W hy can’t something they argued about it. But finally he
like that happen to me?” took out a morocco bill fold and
“ There’s several reasons,” I says. handed me four new bills.
“ Two of them being a coupla flat “ What’s this?” I sneers, “a deposit
feet and another a discouraged on a scooter for little Junior?”
waistline.” “ That’s four grand, Homely,” says
the frail. “ If you’ll just cast your
ELL, we back talked for a weary eyes on it.”
the dame kept grinning at me, so I lighted the cigarette. Then I picked
says in an offhand way: them up carelessly and sauntered
“Take it away and gimme some into a restaurant. But I slipped out
legal tender.” the back 'door into an alley and so
“ That’s legal,” she says, “and as to the bank, because I just wanted to
tender as anything could be and be sure, that’s all.
still be legal. Ask anybody about “ I got some bills here,” I says to -
it.” the teller, “and I want you to tell
“ Nobody around here ever saw me if they’re K. O.”
one.” “ What denomination?” he says.
“ Listen, Homely,” she says coldly. “ Methodist,” I says. “ But what’s
“ Here’s a cash sale slipping because that to you? This is a bank, ain’t
you doubt my money. If you get me it?”
sore you won’t sell that crate and I pushed the bills in to him and
your boss’ll hear about it and then says:
where’ll you be? Back on the old “ Is this money? Or are they just
air mail.” Confederate chromos or Mexican
Arthur breaks out then, sore as a piastres?”
boil and I had an uneasy feeling that “These are genuine thousand-dol-
maybe they weren’t kidding me after lar notes,” he says.
all. Maybe this was genuine money “ Go way t’ hell!” I whispered
and they actually meant to buy the hoarsely.
ship. I slunk over to a bench along the
“ Be reasonable,” I says in a wall, took off my shoe and slipped
friendlier tone. “ You can’t blame the folded bills down into my sock.
me because I never saw one of them Then I put the shoe back on and
de luxe editions before. It won’t hustled out and called a taxi.
take me two minutes to slip out to “ Give her the gun, buddy,” I hol
a bank and see are they all right.” lered, “and set me down at the air
“ The idea!” show in ten seconds or the czar of
Boy, was Arthur indignant! But all the gushers will walk out on me
the girl argued him down. and you’ll catch hell.”
“ Let him go,” she says. “ I’ve got He was headed the wrong way and
my heart set on that little ship and the light was against him, but he did
I want it now.” a half roll right under the traffic
cop’s coat tails, caromed off a big
HERE was a bank seven eight sedan and climbed over a
But when I galloped up to the who that dame is? She’s Lou La
Cooper Aircraft exhibit, there was ramie, the movie actress. She told
the dame and Arthur, the lucky ex me so herself.”
pilot, in an indignant huddle with “All right, all right,” I said
Pete Salem, who had come back from wearily. “ I thought she looked fa
the speakie with a breath his worst miliar. I’ve seen her plenty in them
enemy wouldn’t hesitate to envy. cabaret comedies, but I didn’t recog
“ You don’t want to mind Denny,” nize her.”
he was saying. “ He’s so dumb he “ Boy, when old man Cooper hears
thinks the Basin of Minas had porce about this you’ll find yourself
lain handles.” drafted into the army of unem
“ He’s certainly no gentleman,” ployed. Cash sales these days are
says the frail. scarcer’n sea serpents in Arizona.”
“ Even at that, you flatter him,” “ Aw, go fan yourself,” I says.
Pete retorts. “ How did I know it was cash? And
Then they caught sight of me what if I did think the Basin of
slinking in with all the elan of one Minas was a pewter beer mug?
of them moth-eaten hound dogs in a Wouldn’t I have looked like a sap
sixth-rate Tom show. If you never if I’d sold that crate for Russian
been in a jam like that you don’t get rubles or something?”
the essence of the word crestfallen. “ You can’t help looking like a sap
Was I punctured? Huh, boy! and you might as well stop taking
“ Well, Homely?” says the frail, precautions against it,” Pete replies.
awful sarcastic. “ Nobody but a sap would take a
I just sat down and took my shoe movie queen for a cheap crook. No
off. There was a hole in my sock, body but a sap would think that a
too, which didn’t add anything to crook could trade Mexican money
my air of sang-froid. for a four-thousand-dollar crate and
“ They’re all right,” I says, taking get away with it. Why they’d get
out the bills. nabbed the first airport they landed
“ You’re right, they’re all right,” at. The ship’s got a number, ain’t
snarls Arthur, grabbing them out of it?”
my hand. “And now that he has Well, there was some sense in that,
satisfied himself about that we’ll be too. I put my shoe on and got it
on our way, Lou.” partly laced up and then somebody
The dame started to argue, but he grabbed me roughly by the coat col
silenced her with a look. Was he lar and somebody else yelled in a
mad? Huh, boy! shrill voice:
“ That’s him! He said he was the
ETE salaamed and wheezed secretary of the treasury.”
“ That’s only a part-time job. He’s “ Oh, I guess I registered with Lou
just been commissioned a quarter Laramie, all right,” he murmurs
master general in Coxey’s army.” reminiscently. Then suddenly his
“ Well, come along, general,” the voice switched to a growl like a fliv
cop says. “ We got a string of dec ver going up Mud Hill in low after
orations to pin on you. Gangway a cloudburst. “ Crawl under the
there!” desk, you boob! She’s coming back.”
Then he shouldered his way I crawled into the cabin of the
through a crowd of air-minded citi Lansing Limousine instead and sat
zens, dragging me after him with down beside a fat drummer from
the taxi driver stepping on my heels Terre Haute, Indiana, who was wig
and telling me where I got off. gling the joystick happily and un
When they finally unshackled me consciously annoying the kids fight
and let me shamble out of the police ing for standing room on the tail
station I was four hundred and plane.
eighty-nine dollars and forty cents “ Suppose I got money enough to
poorer—what with fines and dam buy a ship like this,” says the drum
ages to fenders and so on. mer, “would it take me long to learn
On my way back to the air show to fly it?”
I dropped in and sent a few inquir “ It might,” I answers. “ Some peo
ing telegrams, because if that movie ple never learn. You see that stout
idol and her idle whim of a husband nincompoop talking to the blond
bawled me out to old man Cooper, dame over by the Aircoupe? He’s
I could see where I’d be needing a been calling himself a pilot since
job of flying. 1918 and it’s still a lie.”
The drummer seemed kind of dis
I
T was late in the afternoon when couraged.
I reappeared in my accustomed “ Who is he?” he says, looking;
place at the Cooper Aircraft across to where Pete’s dimpling and
dugout, but Pete Salem’s a fellow sniggering at Lou Laramie and her
that never forgets other people’s still indignant male whim.
errors. He was ready with a line of “ You’ve heard tell of war’s after-
nasty innuendoes which I didn’t math?” I says. “ Well, he’s it. Any
bother to dispute, being low in time my grandchildren pull that
spirits and figuring that Pete and worn-out gag about war being a sur
me would soon part company any vival of the fittest, I’m going to si
way; once old man Cooper got lence all arguments by taking down
around to it. Pete’s picture from behind the Ger
However, in the interests of long- man helmet on the mantel.”
suffering American womanhood, I “ Well, anyway,” says the drum
thought it best to tell him that be mer, reverting to type, “ I’ll tell the
fore he did any close-ups with movie cock-eyed world that blonde is a
queens like Laramie Lou he’d better darb.”
get a good mechanic to give his face “ Maybe she was once,” I says, “but
a complete overhaul. I tried to she outgrew it long before Pershing
point out that whenever he revved landed at Bordeaux. The movies
up on his favorite Romeo lines his ain’t what they used to be anyway.”
voice mechanism had a knock in it “ Get away!” he gasps, letting go
that no discriminating woman could the joystick and crawling over my
mistake for heart throbs. lap. “ Is she a movie star?”
F L Y A W A Y CLEVELAND 67
He missed the step and fell on his “ W hy get so personal with the
face, but he came up smiling and pronouns?” I asks. “ There’s five
waddled across to where Laramie T V and a ‘me’ in there that don’t
Lou’s him-whim was handing Pete contribute to anything but the tele
some notes out of that same mo graph company’s revenue. After all,
rocco case. Apparently the frail you’re just a broken cog in the
had salved over his offended dignity Cooper sales organization.”
and the sale was going through, “ Who sold this ship?” Pete de
which ought to have made me glad manded. “ Maybe you’d like me to
seeing that it probably saved me my mention you in that telegram—tell
job with Cooper Aircraft. the old man about your part in the
Pete put his hat on and flashed me transaction.”
a loud, triumphant look which I “ Oh, well, if you feel like that
ducked and took on the right shoul about it—enough said,” I answered,
der. Then the three of them disap and he galloped away to file the tele
peared in the crowd at the main en gram, returning via the speakie a
trance. couple of hours later pretty well
In half an hour Pete came back, needled.
all aglow like freshly poured pig
iron. ETE spent the rest of the eve
“ Cash sale, Denny,” he chirps.
“ Signed, sealed and delivered, and
the happy couple are off for Holly
P ning advertising himself and
Lou Laramie all around the air
show and taking the boys out to the
wood. She promised me an auto speakie to hoist a few by way of cele
graphed picture of herself to remem bration. So I had all the heavy en
ber her by.” tertaining to do. It was midnight
“ Which goes to show that Kipling when I got back to the hotel and
was right about Julia O’Grady and near noon the following day when I
the colonel’s lady. They’re all woke up and slunk down to break
dumb under the skin. There’s no fast, feeling lower than a seasick
telling what dames will do.” stoker; because Pete had told every
“ Now don’t give way to petty jeal body and his brother about me get
ousy, Denny,” he says. ting skeptical about the screen
He grabbed a telegraph form and queen’s money.
dashed off a message to old man I ordered some black coffee and a
Cooper: piece of dry toast just to have some
thing in my stomach before I
I AM D E L IG H T E D T O IN FO R M stepped out to that speakie and took
YOU T H A T I SOLD CO O PE R A IR -
COUPE TO LOU L A R A M IE SCREEN on a load of soul-and-sense-de-
A CTRE SS F O U R T H O U S A N D CASH stroyer. Then I opened the morning
F L Y A W A Y C LE V E LA N D D E SP ITE paper.
KEEN O PPO SITIO N STOP I PER If you were in Cleveland that day
SON ALLY D E L IV E R E D SH IP T 0
M IS S L A R A M I E A N D H E R H U S
you got the whole story, just like I
BAND S T O P I SUGGEST E X C E L did, with your breakfast rolls. It
L E N T CHAN CE P U B L IC IT Y TH IS was spread all over the front page
C O N N EC TIO N AND I P E R SU A D E D and my coffee was stone cold before
M IS S L A R A M I E T O P E R M I T U S E
OF A U T O G R A P H E D P H O T O G R A P H
I got it all read. Then I says:
T H A T S H E IS P R E S E N T I N G M E IN “ Here, fellow, take this away and
TOKEN HER ESTEEM bring me some oatmeal porridge and
P. H. S A L E M a stack of wheats and a double order
68 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
of ham and eggs. And have a cou- they couldn’t get out of town. They
pla men stand by with refills on the had good descriptions of the pair,
coffee.” too, but, thanks to Pete Salem, they
“ Lou Laramie!” I chuckles hap made a clean get-away.
pily. “Larruping Lou from Leaven
worth ! She and her boy friend hit ETE himself drifts into the
this town and left it fiatter’n Coyote
Coulee, Kansas, after the last cy
clone.”
P restaurant presently, looking
like a maiden lady’s concep
tion of the ravages of strong drink
Well, you remember. They simply and I welcomed him with consider
plastered the business district with able warmth.
thousand-dollar notes and not a “ Here’s old John R. Romeo him
blamed one of them was worth a self,” I says. “ The screen idol’s
hoot. Mostly, their technique was idol, soon to be idle in fact as well
the same that they pulled on me, as in name when Cooper learns the
with little variations to suit the time real facts about his big coup in Air-
and circumstances. coupes.”
They’d go into a swell jeweler’s, “ What does all that mean in plain
say, and the frail’d get all het up language?” he inquires haughtily.
over some little ten-thousand-dollar “ It means a rude awakening for
trinket while Arthur explained to Salem, the Salesman. It means that
the tired help that he was some the Basin of Minas is a tin cup pre
celebrity visiting the air show. sented annually to the world’s dumb
Finally he’d give in with great re est citizen and that you’ve been se
luctance and lay ten thousand-dollar lected from a large field of candi
bills in front of the salesman’s as dates. The presentation will take
tonished eyes. place shortly, with appropriate cere
Then the staff would go into a monies, in old man Cooper’s private
huddle and one of them would sneak office. Try that with your tomato
out to a bank to see if they were juice, old chap.” And I flops the
genuine, which they always were, paper down in front of his face.
whereupon Arthur would get mighty Did he holler? Huh, boy!
offended and grab his money and “ Then she wasn’t Lou Laramie at
stalk out of the place. But the little all!” he howls.
lady would have her' heart so set on “ Even thus ye scribe hath it.”
that trinket that she’d drag him back Suddenly he clutched his breast
and just make him buy it for her. pocket, sprang from his chair and
So he would pocket his dignity and went galloping out the door without
lay down ten more bills, phony ones hat or breakfast.
this time. Usually, too, he’d beat “ Something tells me he’s looking
them down five hundred dollars or for a bank,” I murmured. “ Give me
so and take the change in real U. S. another cup of coffee, George. Glori
currency. ous day, ain’t it.”
Was it cruel the way they hooked In no time at all Pete comes limp
’em? Huh, boy! ing back with a non compos mentis
Finally though, somebody got hep look and four crumpled chromos in
to it and phoned the police and the his moist fist.
bulls haunted the railroad stations “ Something to remember her by,”
and even the airport thicker’n inno I says sympathetically, indicating
cent bystanders at a street fight, so the phony notes. “ All autographed
F L Y A W A Y CLEVELAND 69
and everything. Suggest excellent a bank, and how soon could our Mr.
chance publicity this connection.” P. H. Salem report at the New York
That reference to his telegram office.
made him wince heavily. He de
serted his breakfast for the second ETE just broke down and
time and staggered out of the res
taurant, and I went with him. I’m
not a man to rub things in or hit a
P sobbed as though his heart
would break. But I said,
leave it to me and I’d fix it up for
man when he’s down, but on the way him, because, what I mean, even a
to the nearest telegraph office sev boob like him needs a job. So I
eral things occurred to me that I wired Cooper as follows:
thought it best to tell him for his
C R O O K S F O IL E D BY O U R MR.
own good. D E N N ISO N D Y K E B U T U N F O R T U
Pete flounders into the place and N A TELY SNEAKED BACK W H IL E
grabs a blank form and writes out MR. D E N N IS O N D Y K E BUSY D E M
a message to old man Cooper with O N S TR A T IN G L IM O U SIN E T O R E P
R E S E N T A T IV E OF PAC IF IC T R A N S
a hand that’s shaking like an old- PO RT AND V IC T IM IZ E D SALEM
time Jenny in a power dive: STOP SALEM W IL L R E P O R T NEW
Y O R K O F F IC E IM M E D IA T E L Y ON
RE A IR C O U P E SALE. OU R SALES C O M P L E T IO N OF A PRO M ISIN G
FORCE U N FO R TU N A TE V IC TIM S D E A L W IT H A SOU TH A M E R IC A N
OF S W IN D L E R P O SIN G AS LO U FIR M FOR TEN L IM O U S IN E S
L A R A M IE SCREEN ACTRESS STOP
STO P NO CAUSE F O R W O R R Y RE
PO LIC E IN V E ST IG A T IN G .
A IR C O U P E W H IC H P O L IC E W IL L
C O O P E R A IR C R A F T SALES DE PT. RECOVER SHORTLY
“ Why use the plural of victim?” COOPER A IR C R A FT
P E R DE N N ISO N D Y K E
I breathed harshly in his ear. “And
where’s all them ‘I’s’ that were pay A magnanimous gesture, I thought
ing the telegraph company dividends —that boloney about the South
yesterday?” American prospect which would
“ Aw, go soak your head,” he postpone Pete’s evil hour until the
groans, and I says: old man cooled off, but Pete only
“ Same to you, with porcelain han grumbled that there was a “ helluva
dles on.” lotta Dennison Dykes” in the tele
Then we repaired in a body to the gram and donned his toga and- tod
air show to await unpleasant devel dled away to the speakie. He got
opments, with me forging ahead and back in time to witness my signa
Pete sagging along behind like a ture for two telegrams.
1914 pusher with the fuselage all One was from Cooper who wished
out of true. to remind Mr. Salem re South Amer
I had just phoned the police and ican prospect that bogus Brazilian
given them the number of the crate milreis would positively not be ac
and the happy couple’s supposed cepted in payment.
destination, when a messenger boy The other telegram was from Mon
hands us a billet from old man treal, from Hector McTavish. You
Cooper. I guess he had got all the know Hec. He flies the Montreal
particulars from the . New York mail out of Hadley Field. One cause
papers, because the only thing he of the present depression that the
wanted to know was why the blis investigators missed is the fact that
tering blazes somebody hadn’t had Hec’s been withdrawing money from
savvy enough to verify the notes at circulation ever since he started
70 THE P O P U L A R CO M P L E T E STORIES
peddling papers around the Teter- didn’t cost them anything in the first
boro, New Jersey, airport. place.”
Hec keeps a savings account in “ Tell it to the police,” snarled
Montreal and one in New York. Pete, reaching for the phone.
When American exchange is at a “ Tell it to the Horse Guards, you
premium he deposits his pay checks sap,” I says, grabbing the receiver
in Montreal. Then, in the fall, when and tossing it back on the hook.
Canadian money goes above par on Then I scribbled off a wire to Hec
account of grain shipments, he McTavish:
transfers his account to New York.
His telegram c p ie “ collect,” and HOLD E V E R Y T H IN G AND M EET
M E ST. H U B E R T A I R P O R T O N O R
read as follows: A B O U T SIX P IP EM M A.
T H R E E T H O U S A N D CASH BUYS DENNY.
BRAND N E W CO O PE R A IR C O U PE
STO P C U S T O M A R Y SE L L IN G C O M “ What’s the big idea?” Pete sput
M ISSIO N A N D BONUS F O R QU IC K ters. “ You better put the cops onto
SALE. em.
“ Huh!” snorts Pete. “ Hec’s idea “The cops can have them and wel
of the customary selling commission come when I get my equity out of
is about an eighth of one per cent them,” I says. “ That pair set me
with cigar coupons for a bonus. Tell back four hundred and eighty-nine
him to go fan himself—collect,” Pete bucks. Add to that several little
adds, as I’m reaching for a telegraph items under the general heading of
blank. mental anguish and the whole ac
“ Dope,” I hissed scornfully. “ Don’t count totals up to roughly one thou
you smell a coupla dead rats?” sand dollars.
He actually sniffed the air. “ Let the bulls grab them and
“ I thought it was ether from that where would I get off? Cooper
needle beer,” he says. would get his crate back. The mer
“ Listen,” I says. “Hec McTavish chants would all get back their rocks
offers a new Aircoupe for three and fur coats from the pawnshops,
grand. That means he can pick it and I’d be left flying left wing low
up for not a cent more than two in a fog off Staten Island. I wouldn’t
thousand. Now anybody’d sell a new be doing right by our Mr. Dennison
Aircoupe for half price must want Dyke if I didn’t get my hooks into
to get rid of it bad. And who’s will them first.”
ing to take a loss like that?” “ How you going to do it?” Pete
So by easy stages I guided his pon bleats eagerly. “ And speaking of
derous brain mechanism untif /the mental anguish, you oughta figure
tumblers clicked and the bolts shot me in for a coupla grand.”
back. “ You can’t have commutator trou
“Lou Laramie!” ble on a Diesel motor,” I reminds
“ Alias Dannemora Daisy. It can’t him, “nor neither can a brainless
be anybody else. What more natural moron collect damages for mental
destination for her and her indignant anguish. But you come along with
buddy than Montreal? They can get me to Montreal and I might be able
a boat from there to Europe and a to use you for a decoy or some
little loose change from the sale of thing.”
the Aircoupe would help to defray “ My ideas are a little nebulous as
expenses, especially as the crate yet,” I explained in a high voice,
F L Y A W A Y CLEVELAND 71
once I’d got a new Aircoupe off the made. If you had squandered tup
field, set her nose on the southwest pence on a morning paper you’d
bastion of the Montreal hotel de ville, read the sad story yourself. That
and started cutting the corners off ship belongs to old man Cooper.
Lakes Erie and Ontario. “ But be Said Katie Kissel having practically
lieve me, by the time I make one of stolen it from poor ponderous Peter
my celebrated three-point landings here, so you’re fined two grand for
at St. Hubert I’ll have them all trued listening to fairy stories. Know
up and trammeling pretty.” where Katie and her boy friend are
now?”
DON’T need to tell you that the “ Do I?” he roars louder than the
they think they haven’t got a loop “ Oui, oui,” says Pete, in a hollow
hole to crawl out of, see, then you voice from under a hat that was
mention that you know of a coupla much too large for him. “ Bloody
Canucks that have got a peach of a right. W e need money, too.”
crate that can be bought for that “ ‘Argent’ is money, you sap,” I
much cash money account financial hissed at him. “That’s French.”
difficulties. A crate that for cruis But Arthur was tossing the bags
ing radius would make Lindbergh’s into the cabin already. That’s how
new ship look like a Blerio mono easy it was, like selling the Empire
plane crossing the Channel in nine State Building to the champion hog-
teen aught eight. caller of the Middle West.
“ They’ll snap at it, see, and you “ Hurry,” says the frail, glancing
bring them around here. But we’re anxiously at a coupla curious citi
wise to their game. Even Puny Pete zens rubbering at us from the han
wouldn’t bite twice on the same gar door. “ We gotta make Toronto
hunk of boloney. First little Ar- to-night.”
thur’ll give us four grand in bonafide Arthur pulls out his well-known
U. S. currency and we’ll send Pete morocco bill fold and holds out four
out to get it certified. But Pete one-thousand-dollar bills.
won’t come back to give Arthur the “ O oh!” I gasps, shrugging my
chance to substitute his phony bills. shoulders excitedly at the sight of
You and I’ll stick around long them. “ Ees thees monee?”
enough to give Pete a start and then “ Sure?” he says, laughing heartily.
we’ll melt away into the shadows “ Go ask somebody about it if you
and join Pete in a merry rendezvous don’t believe me.”
at some convenient groggery. How “ But yes. Henri shall take it to
does that register on your radio- the bank,” I says.
trons?” “ There aren’t any banks open at
“ Like a program of organ music,” this hour,” Arthur says, but Hec
chants Hector McTavish, and Pete pipes up that there’s one at Etienne
bleats his approbation. and Cartier Streets that’s open eve
“ Now you get Pete and me some nings.
greasy coveralls and caps for dis Pete takes the money with a cou
guises, Hec, and. then get going.” ple Gallic bows and mumbles, “ Beau-
coup! Beaucoup!”
EC plants us in a shadowy “ Hencoop!” I snarled at him,
B A R R E L S IZ E
By T. T. FLYNN
Slohm, with a long piece of iron to keep Drew from seeing the venom
heated cherry-red, struck a line in his glance.
through his own brand and wrote on “ Yup. W e’ll be through soon,” he
Drew Milner’s brand, a brand so new answered, choking down his feelings.
that Drew had not yet had a regular “ Only sixty critters. Can’t be many
iron made. Jess hated to change more down there.” He put the iron
that brand as much as he would hate in the pine fire. Jess was awkward,
to carve his own coffin, but Drew did bow-legged, smelling of cattle and
not know that. chewing tobacco, with his faded
“ You’re good with that iron pen jeans thrust into scuffed riding
cil,” Drew called to Jess above the boots. He talked with a straight,
noise, as the branding was finished ugly mouth that never had known
on a yearling. a smile, and he stared at other men
Jess thrust the iron into the fire with unfeeling eyes.
76 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
The yearling, released from the with twelve hundred dollars, intend
ropes, galloped away, bawling. Jess ing to start ranching if he liked the
hoped Drew would get at the work country. At the end of the year he
again and get it over and leave the set as a test of conditions there, he
Slohm corral. But Drew had was working for a man named Bart-
stopped to roll a cigarette. He was ness. Bartness was ordered to a
friendly sometimes to the point of warmer climate. Bartness sold out
being obnoxious. most of his cattle, leaving three hun
Drew was a straight-shouldered, dred head as the nucleus of a herd
clean-cut young fellow who had in case he came back. He left the
spent five years wandering from ranch in Drew’s hands, with the
Montana to Texas and back to Colo privilege of putting in a few prop
rado, never once taking the high erly branded cattle of his own.
road. Drew Milner’s eyes were Drew moved into a one-room
eager and questioning. He was a shanty on the Bartness place, a half
steady reader. His head was in the mile from Jess Slohm’s. This suited
stars, but his feet were set on solid Drew because he liked to talk. He
earth. invested his twelve hundred dollars,
“ I’d give you a prize in penman after due deliberation, in sixty head
ship for that writing,” he said ad of cattle.
miringly. Meantime, Jess Slohm had made
“ I’ve took penmanship prizes in two bad mistakes. He raised too
school if you wanta know,” Jess many brown beans to the exclusion
flared. “And the copybook line I of other crops on his dry farm, and
remember was: ‘For lack of a nail a he bought too many cattle at the top
shoe was lost; and for lack of a shoe of a falling market. He intended to
a hoss was lost; and for lack of a fatten and sell the cattle. Feed costs
hoss a rider was lost; and for lack money. His expenses went up while
of a rider a battle was lost.’ ” the price of beef went down. He
Drew looked startled at the vi stood to lose, even if he took the
ciousness of the tone compared to cattle off grain and put them on
the old familiarity of the words, a grass, for a dry summer had left his
familiarity that had almost robbed grass in poor condition.
them of meaning. He seemed in The moment he heard Drew Mil
clined to ask whether Jess was try ner had money to invest, he offered
ing to warn him of something. He part of his ranch. He offered far
shrugged, blew a cloud of smoke, and less than twelve hundred dollars
was off at a canter, whirling his rope. should have bought because Drew
was young and a cowhand. Drew re
ESS jerked the branding iron
T
fused the offer. Jess was forced to
from the fire. It was sizzling let the bank foreclose on one of his
hot. He was sizzling himself. notes. He lost sixty head of cattle.
He was hungry, too, and hunger does It was this sixty head that Drew
not add to a man’s good humor, es Milner bought and which they were
pecially when he expects to be hun now rebranding in the Slohm corral.
gry all winter. Jess Slohm faced a “ He could as easy have given me
winter of jack rabbits and brown that twelve hundred in a partner
beans. He blamed Drew Milner for ship, and it would have saved me
his diet. from bein’ sold out, till the market
Drew Milner came to Colorado went up again,” Jess thought, as he
FOR LACK OF A NAIL 77
vented his brand on a heifer and regained her footing. The combined
wrote in Drew Milner’s. It was a weight of four men fought seven
hated business. The smell of hundred pounds of plunging, bel
branded hide mixed with his hunger lowing beef. The men won when
and with the jaded foretaste of beans Jess got the last leg in the rope and
and jack rabbit. It mixed with a the heifer fell. They dragged her
growing hatred of Colorado and a bodily to the scattered fire.
feeling that Milner had profited at
his expense. “ He’s cocky now, W O men could hold her now.
’cause he’s startin’ in the ranch busi
ness. But for lack of a nail a battle
was lost. It ain’t over yet,” he told
T Jess kicked the embers to
gether and the wind fanned
them into flame. He heated the iron.
himself. “ I sure hate to give up this heifer.
And then, as a man comes to an She was one of the best critters I
abrupt turn on a mountain road, Jess had,” he thought.
came to a turning point in his life. Drew Milner was at the other end
Riot broke out in the lower end of the corral, recoiling his ropes and
of the corral where Drew was trying patting his mount to quiet him. The
to get a rope on a white-faced heifer other two cowboys were a good
with long horns. The rope he twenty feet away, each with his heels
thought he had on her went limp dug in, straining against the ropes.
and dragged on the ground. The “A heifer like that is worth takin’
heifer plunged into the milling cat a chance for.”
tle, forcing a way out with her long Jess Slohm drew the cherry-red
horns. It seemed that the cowboy branding iron from the fire, vented
would be lifted, horse and all, on the out his old brand, and wrote in his
tossing horns of cattle trying to give own brand beneath it. If it were
the heifer room. Then she broke noticed after they left the corral,
from the bunch. he could say the old brand had be
Drew was after her at a gallop, come too blurred to read. There was
unlooping his extra rope from the a stench of burned hair and a bawl
left side of the saddle. She lunged of protest from the heifer.
at the barking collie, with a slash of He nodded to the cowboys. They
the horns that would have ripped released the ropes. The three men
him from tip to flank if the fence made a run for the fence. But the
had not stopped her. She made a white-faced heifer was over her mu
dive for the men at the fire, and they tiny. Kicking off the ropes, she
reached the top corral rail like three walked sedately down to the herd.
bullets shot from an automatic. Drew yowled at her as he cantered
With the men whooping, she past and whirled his rope tauntingly
wheeled from the fire and started to at her nose.
run for the bunch of cattle. At a Ten minutes later one of the cow
dead run, she stepped full into the boys said:
loop Drew threw at her feet. Horse “All done before the storm broke.
and heifer went over at the tighten Looks like it’s goin’ to be a bliz
ing of the rope. Drew was on his zard.”
feet instantly to tie her legs before “ This is goin’ to be a winter of
she could get up. The other three blizzards,” said the other man.
men jumped to the ground and ran “ Roads are goin’ to be blocked and
to help. With three legs tied, she cattle will freeze.”
78 TH E P O P U L A R CO M P L E T E STORIES
No one argued with him. Jess ugly mouth widened in a grin. The
kicked out the fire. Drew sat on his cattle were scattering over the plain
horse outside the gate with his collie and Drew had not noticed the one
and a slick-haired mongrel, waiting carrying Jess Slohm’s brand. In a
to count the stock. The two cow couple of days, the heifer could be
boys got in a rusty flivver and herded back without trouble.
clanked away over the rolling plains. Drew Milner dropped several
Jess opened the gate wide enough points in Jess’s estimation. Drew,
to let a few animals through at a for all his learning, was not so smart.
time. He counted at a shout as they He could not even count and he did
passed him. Drew was supposed to not check closely what other men
check the count. did. The Bartness ranch would suf
“ One, two, three,” Jess shouted. fer in the hands of a man like that.
All the cattle tried to get through “ So you’d give me a prize for pen
the gate at once, which suited his manship, would you?” Jess mocked.
purpose. His shout rose above the “ That heifer’s good enough prize for
clash of horns and the grunts and me.
thud of heavy bodies. Dust swirled His forging career might have
up with the rising wind. The dogs ended there, if it had not been for
yelped and ran back and forth in a the ease with which a fence staple
semicircle, to keep the cattle mill can be pulled.
ing.
“ Twenty-seven, twenty-eight,” rose CHAPTER II.
Jess’s shout loudly. And then the
T H E STORM.
white-faced heifer and two yearlings
squeezed themselves through. Jess DRY summer had left Jess
Slohm’s counting slurred and his
voice dropped. When his counting
shout rose above the noise of the
A without enough grass to feed
his remaining cattle all win
ter. On top of his other losses, he
cattle, he had added one number. was faced with the expense of buy
He saw a frown cross Drew’s face, ing hay. Bartness had had better
but the young cowhand could not luck during the summer, perhaps
stop the plunging cattle and Jess because he had not plowed up his
kept on with his counting as fast as grass. He had plenty to feed and
he could shout the'numbers. to rent. Before Bartness left, Jess
When sixty animals were out, he tried to rent some of it. There al
shouted: “ Sixty-one.” He slammed ways had been bad blood between
the gate on the empty corral. the two men, for Bartness was a
“Thanks for the writing,” Drew crusty old cattleman who read men’s
called with a friendly grin. Waving brands and said what he thought.
his hand, he rode to head the bunch He refused to rent pasture to Slohm.
in the right direction. The herd “Just as glad now I didn’t pay
trotted off and passed through the good money to rent it,” Jess told
open gate to the Bartness range. himself. “ It ain’t no trouble drag-
Drew got off and closed the gate, for gin’ a couple of staples out of a
old man Bartness had been careful barbed wire fence. The cattle’d
about the one fence that surrounded naturally go through and eat their
his ranch. fill. Yep. The horseshoe nail that
Jess Slohm tightened the belt on lost a battle won’t be in it with the
his empty stomach. His straight, fence staple that’ll win my battle.”
FOR L A C K OF A NAIL 79
At a point far from the houses, that thought came the recollection
he drew staples from three pine that Drew had paid cash for his
posts and let the barbed wire sag. sixty head of cattle. The box with
The cattle, always believing that the hidden keyhole must contain
sweeter grass lies over the fence, money.
pushed against the sagging wire. It Drew seemed blissfully unaware
slid down the post. They walked of Jess’s interest in the box. And he
over. In due time, they drifted to seemed as blissfully ignorant that
the better grass. the Bartness grass 'vyas fattening the
Fences are inclined to sag and Slohm cattle. His first remark came
they have to be tightened at inter suddenly in the midst of his descrip
vals. There was nothing in the ap tion of an Indian corn dance.
pearances to show that Jess Slohm “ By the way,” he said coolly.
had deliberately drawn the staples to “ I’ve chased your cattle off my range
let his cattle through. Twice he saw a good many times recently. It
Drew putting in new staples. Jess means my job if Bartness hears
promptly drew them elsewhere. His they’re in here. Yesterday I saw
cattle fattened on the stolen grass. hammer marks on a fence where the
Meanwhile, he and Drew Milner staple had been pulled. You haven’t
became fast friends. The nearest got a greaser working for you, have
neighbor was ten miles away and you?”
Drew was a talkative young man. He knew very well no one was
Jess was not naturally friendly, but working for Jess. If Jess had had
if it would help him gain some of money to pay wages, he would be
Drew’s twelve hundred dollars, he eating something better than jack
was willing to be friendly. rabbits and beans. He took the sug
Many a cold night with the wind gestion, however, as a horse takes
howling across the plain or the snow corn.
deadening all sound, he sat in the “ I had a greaser doin’ the fence
one-room shanty with Drew and the ridin’ for me. Maybe he didn’t fix
two dogs. The house was scattered the fence right. Or maybe he tried
with Drew’s belongings, gathered in to tighten the wire and freed a
five years’ wandering. A Navajo staple. I don’t know how they been
blanket, an Apache scalping knife, a gettin’ through. I’ve took ’em out
hammered copper ash tray, a silver of there myself.” That was true.
ring and bracelet, and similar ar He had taken them out once, to make
ticles that could be carried easily sure the white-faced heifer with the
in a war bag on his saddle. forged brand rejoined his herd.
The thing that bothered Jess was
a heavy iron box, ten inches long and REW looked bewildered, as
five wide. Ornamental scroll work
hid the keyhole. Jess considered
that box many a night while Drew
D if he had given Jess a
friendly chance to tell the
truth and could not understand his
talked on, unheard. It stood on a refusal to take the opportunity. He
shelf with a clutter of tools and did not push the argument.
magazines and a holstered pistol. For a week, Jess kept his cattle
Jess asked about all the rest of the on his side of the fence. When he
plunder, but the box he never men judged the cowboy’s vigilance would
tioned. He wondered why Drew relax, he let them through again.
carried such a heavy thing. With Not all of his herd went through
80 THE P O P U L A R CO M P L E T E STORIES
at any time. Those went who were ley. They went down into a dry
grazing close to the sagging wire. wash and did not come up out of it
On a day of cold wind and a gray again. The country was cut and
sky heavy with storm, thirty of them criss-crossed with washes and with
went over after trampling post and arroyos that almost became canyons
wires down. Jess went about his with their high, steep sides. After
other business until late afternoon. riding five minutes with no sight of
The lowering sky and a howling the bunch, he stopped to listen for
wind warned him of a storm that their sound. The wind was in the
might become a blizzard. He rode wrong direction, blowing toward
out over the plains, gathering as them.
many cattle as possible into the shel Jess spurred forward. Snow lay
ter of a valley near the house. Here heavy on his shoulders and on the
he could get at them immediately back of the saddle. He could see
after the storm. only about three hundred feet in
With his head ducked in his front of him now. He rode to the
mackinaw collar, and the horse’s arroyo in which he judged they had
mane flying in the wind, he galloped gone and trotted through it to a spot
over the hills and down arroyos, urg where the arroyo branched into
ing cattle ahead of him. Making three. He could not see twenty feet
another round, he saw Drew Milner in front of him now. Looking back,
at the same job. Jess saw that Drew he could not see his own tracks.
had rounded up his own sixty and “ Milner!” he shouted. “ Oh, Mil
most of the Bartness three hundred. ner !”
Drew had them in a snug valley, but The wind caught his words and
he was still working. flung them back into his face. Once
His riding was peculiar. He he thought he heard a galloping
seemed to be cutting out certain ani horse. Then he knew it was only
mals. Snowflakes were swirling the wind striking at his saddle flaps.
about him and the ground was rap He thought a dog yelped, but that,
idly whitening. With the cattle in a too, was wind. And then the wind
safe place, most cowboys would have died under the weight of the snow.
called it a day. Drew Milner worked The plains, always quiet, are deadly
at the gallop. The two dogs helped silent under snow.
him. They seemed'to know which Jess gave up and turned his horse
animals he wanted. The cut out toward home. He rode at a rapid
bunch amounted to thirty when the walk, with his hands tight to his
cowboy drove them off at a run over chest and his chin sunk into the
the hills, with the dogs running mackinaw collar. The horse climbed
alongside. out of the arroyo to the plain.
“ Thirty! The number of my crit Suddenly the white-faced heifer
ters that went over the fence to with the forged brand appeared
day!” Jess exclaimed. “ And the ahead of him. She was standing
dogs knew which ones he wanted. with her head down, menacing the
They knew because those are my Milner collie. The snarling dog
critters he cut out.” danced around, trying to head her
He lowered a fence wire, jumped in some direction that she refused
his horse over and rode at a gallop in to go. The heifer went for him, with
Drew’s wake. He topped a hill and her eyes open and the long horns
saw the bunch running in the val slashing. Jess expected to see the
C O M -5 A
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dog tossed high. Instead, the collie A peculiar expression came over
caught the cow by the nose and hung Drew Milner’s face. It was startled
there. The fight went out of her recollection, mixed with apprehen
the way it went out in the corral. sion.
She stopped the swinging of her “ Yes, Slohm, I saw them over here
head. When the dog let go her when I was rounding up before the
nose, she turned meekly and trotted storm. I’ll ride out with you. I
o ff. want a look at my cattle.”
Jess spurred for the two. They The two horsemen rode straight
had been almost under his nose and for the arroyo'where Jess had lost
they disappeared completely into the Drew and the cattle. Sometimes
snow. Though he called and lis they had to dismount and push
tened and searched until he was through snowdrifts. At other places
afraid of going in a circle and get the ground was swept clean of snow.
ting lost, he found no trace of them. Making their way cautiously along
He gave up at last and rode home. the arroyo edge, they halted at a spot
Snow was to play a big part in where they could see across into a
Jess Slohm’s forging career, almost wide valley. Drew Milner’s cattle
as big a part as that played by the had come through the storm in
white-faced heifer and the fence safety. They were sheltered and the
staples. The storm kept up until morning wind had cleared some of
early in the morning. When the the grass. They were eating.
snow stopped falling, the thermom At the riders’ feet, the arroyo cut
eter dropped, until at six in the the wide valley. Without a word,
morning it was thirty-two below Drew pointed up the arroyo. In a
zero. Jess Slohm was cold in bed. place where it was narrow and high-
He rose early and started a corncob walled, Jess saw cattle horns stick
fire which barely broke the edge of ing out of the snow. About thirty
the cold. sets of horns showed above the snow.
“ Plenty of cattle will be lost in It was the Slohm bunch. Instead of
this storm,” he said to himself. being protected, they had jammed
in a small place. Some were tram
A F T E R a breakfast of bread and pled. Some were smothered. Some
i—k coffee, he saddled and broke had frozen.
X jL fhrough the drifts the half “ And hides worth a dollar apiece,”
mile to Milner’s shack. The sun said Jess bitterly. “ Do you know
was just coming up. A thin smoke I paid ten cents a pound for them
line from the chimney rose straight critters? You cut ’em out of your
into the cold, clear atmosphere. The bunch and p u t’em here. Your bunch
dogs were outside. They rushed for came through the storm. Mine
Jess, barking. The collie dashed froze.”
forward in a wild greeting. When Drew Milner sat with his hands on
he recognized the visitor, he halted the saddle horn, gazing between his
and stood watching in suspicion. sorrel’s ears at the horns in the snow.
With an eye on the dog, Jess “ Your cattle had no business in
knocked at the door. here, Jess,” he said quietly. “ You
“ Thirty of my cattle are gone,” he had been warned and I believe you
said when Milner appeared. “The cut the fence. Just the same, I’ll
fence is broke again. Did you see admit I ran the cattle off. I was
’em?” going to send them back to you well
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bills of sale that he had bought the moving, Jess was going over the de
Bartness cattle from Drew Milner. tails of his plan. He had bills of
If they insisted on further proof, he sale and checks, and Drew Milner
would show the checks, which he was a dull coward. There was no
had given Drew to cash and which flaw in the plan.
now were made to appear as checks
paid for cattle. N Denver, things were unbeliev
“ This is too easy. I’m goin’ to
slip up somewheres,” he told himself.
Then he remembered that circum
I ably easy. Within three hours
after they were unloaded in the
pens, the last of the cattle were
stances had a good deal to do with crowded in the alley on the way to
it. Not once in a dozen years would the scales. There was a short de
he find a man in Drew Milner’s situ lay on the first bunch because they
ation. did not carry the Slohm brand. He
It was no trouble at all to cut three presented the bills of sale.
carloads of the Bartness cattle out A clerk questioned them, because
of the herd when he wanted to ship Bartness had not signed them. Some
them. Thawing snow left a bog one else recalled that Drew Milner
from which Drew had to get some was managing the ranch while Bart
yearlings. This occurred on the day ness was away for the winter. In
that Jess had ordered the box cars banter concerning rich cattlemen go
at a loading chute siding. It looked ing South, the affair was passed.
almost as if Drew made the excuse The bills of sale were filed. Jess
to give Jess a chance to take his was paid.
choice of the cattle. He took it and “ W e’ll have to notify Bartness
was making the drive long before that cattle under his brand have been
noon. purchased,” said the clerk, looking
He forced the drive at a small sac into Jess’s eyes. The brand official
rifice of weight. At the loading and commission men did not dream
chute, a couple of cowboys who of such a checking up on Slohm’s
lived near, came over to help load. right to sell the cattle. Leave it to
One of them squinted a sharp eye an underpaid clerk, thought Jess, to
at the brand. Jess felt his face show off his authority. It would be
change color. He was cold with a this way all the way along. Little
strange inner'cold that had nothing things, not the big ones, would trip
to do with the winter chill. Here him. It was the horseshoe nail that
was an obstacle he had not thought lost the shoe, the horse, the rider,
of, this cowboy who knew every the battle.
brand and every cowman in the “ Sure. Write,” he said carelessly.
country; this cowboy who was talk “ Mail it in care of Milner. He’s
ative! handlin’ everything at the ranch.”
“ Bought some Bartness cattle?” He returned to the ranch. He had
the cowboy asked curiously. left home with the cattle one morn
“ Yup.” ing and he returned the next after
“Thought you and him was on the noon. When Drew Milner asked
outs a long time.” where he had been, he replied in a
“ We b.een over it a long time, too.” surly tone that he had been on a jag
The cowboy was not suspicious. in Colorado Springs. Drew appar
He was merely looking for a gossip ently believed it, for Jess had been
titbit. Long after the train was careful to take a drink, not enough
84 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
to rob him of sense, but enough to ing good footing and showing no
scent his breath. The smell of al prints. He rode around the bunch,
cohol was stronger than the smell of crooning a song to quiet them.
cattle and chewing tobacco which When he was ready to start the
always was about him. drive, they moved obediently.
He spent the next four days watch Jess urged them to a slow trot.
ing the mail. The mail boxes were They ran in front of him in a heavy
on a cartwheel at the crossroads. black current, with horns tossing in
When he looked fop his mail, it was the moonlight. He rode to the
easy to watch the Bartness box and rhythmic pound of their trotting.
extract the letter from Denver. He kept a hand on the gun in his
“ If that cowpoke at the loadin’ mackinaw pocket, although he knew
chute don’t talk, the thing’s a Drew Milner was reading one of his
cinch!” eternal books, with the dogs snor
Jess made careful arrangements ing at his feet.
for the next bunch of cattle. In or “Learnin’ is a swell thing when
dering the box cars, he heard of a you got natural sense to back it up,
loading chute twenty miles the other and nerve to back that up. Drew
side of the ranch where the loaders ain’t got either,” Slohm snorted.
were strangers. They were new in A hill appeared in front of him.
the country and were as yet unac The van of the herd poured up the
quainted with the different brands. hill. Moonlight struck their horns
“ Wish I’d known that before. at an angle, and they flashed like
Still,” he said to himself, “ it’s better spears. Suddenly the spears moved
to use a different chute each time.” up and down and to one side, as
On the range the following two though the heads tossed in panic.
weeks, he could not shake off Drew The cattle snorted and tried to turn
Milner. The cowboy grew into a back. Jess spurred to the van, with
disconcerting habit of suddenly ap his gun in his hand.
pearing on hilltops with a pair of He saw a shadow run in front of
field glasses, and a habit of riding the cattle. The shadow became a
from an arroyo when Jess thought dog who broke into frantic barking.
he was miles away. Up to the day It was still not too late to turn the
before the box cars were due at the leaders and keep them from stam
loading chute, Je'ss was unable to peding. Jess spurred harder. The
work with the Bartness cattle. That gun flamed and roared in his hand.
day, luck entered the battle. Two of He heard the dog yelp in pain. Then
Milner’s horses cast shoes. While out of the milling cattle and tossing
he trucked them in to the smithy, horns, came a rider.
Jess rounded up the stock he wanted “ W ho’s ridin’ there? Here, col
and left the bunch two miles from lie!” the rider shouted.
the house. Jess recognized Drew Milner.
Milner saw Jess in the instant that
FULL moon lit the plains Jess saw him. Both men, going at
were in his medicine cabinet yet, if sale. Jess pocketed it. He rode up
time had not robbed them of their to the house and met Drew Milner
potency. on the way.
“ Goin’ over and git you some su “ Any mail for me?” asked Drew.
gar pills,” he said to Milner, grin “ Not a thing. Say, I done you a
ning with his straight mouth that dirty trick. I went into the Springs
seldom knew a smile. the day after you got hurt to send
“ Better get me a teething ring, a doctor out, but I met a friend. I
too,” Milner suggested. “ Imagine dunno whether I was too drunk to
me falling off a horse from a clean send the doctor or not.”
hit!” “ You sent him and paid him. I
“ Bullet shock does funny things. owe you twenty-five.” He changed
Clean hit sounds little, but wasn’t the subject abruptly: “ You don’t
it a horseshoe nail that lost a battle? look like a drinking man, Jess.”
Things ain’t always little just ’cause “ I like to go on a toot once in a
they sound so.” while,” Jess said, pretending to take
He returned with the pills and offense.
dosed Milner. For a seeming eter “ Once in a while! This is two in
nity, the young fellow lay there two weeks. Well, it’s none of my
wide-eyed, talking with the clearness business. I’ve lost my gun and I’ve
of mind that denotes a touch of got to get a new one. What do you
fever. Then suddenly he was asleep. carry?”
Jess mounted his horse and started “ Me? A .38 S. & W .,” Jess replied
out again. He found the cattle graz truthfully, before he recalled a bul
ing on a hillside. Although they let from his gun had gone through
were still nervous, he kept them un Drew’s arm. Feeling a presence at
der control and resumed the drive, his elbow, he looked around. Noth
two hours after he started it the first ing was there.
time. Fear had come to stand beside
him.
CHAPTER IV.
He was afraid of tripping up on
A T IG H T SPOT.
some little action, on a small lie or a
i d -m o r n i n g saw them small precaution overlooked. For
your stuff, huh?” It was an ugly they knowed me. I made a mistake
insinuation. in puttin’ my brand back on that
Drew Milner went white with an white-faced heifer; she was a critter
ger, but he held his tongue. He too easy remembered. She might
was a coward right enough, and cause me trouble yet. I made a mis
plenty dumb. take lettin’ my bullets fly around
Jess took advantage of the experi when Drew and the dog found me
ence. He went over each thing he takin’ the cattle. I wonder if I done
had done. The only loophole he anything else wrong? It was a
could find was the talkative cowboy horseshoe nail that lost the battle.”
at the first loading chute, to whom He went over every action, every
Jess had explained that he had fixed word, but he could think of no other
up his quarrel with Bartness. No mistakes.
other rancher he met, mentioned his Walking down the street, he was
patching' the quarrel. Jess hoped halted by a hand on his shoulder.
the cowboy had forgotten the inci Jess went cold from his shoulder to
dent. And yet, if he told that Jess his toes, for he recognized the hand
had loaded Bartness cattle, Jess still of officialdom. He faced the district
had those checks he raised after attorney’s investigator, a heavy old
Drew indorsed them to prove he man with lazy eyes and sloppy
bought the cattle in good faith. clothes. It was said he could scent
guilt, and it was said when he was
e v e r t h e l e s s , jess en on a case, he did not stop until the
The district attorney opened with “ Sure I did,” Jess replied glibly.
all guns at once. “ The old brand was blurred, so I
“ Slohm, we understand you sold run her in with your bunch. When
a bunch of Bartness cattle in Denver we counted off as they, left the cor
the other day?” ral I counted sixty-one critters.
“ Sure,” Jess admitted readily. “ ItYou bought sixty. Do you think I’d
was on the fifteenth. I sold three be fool enough to try to rustle a
carloads at six. Bought ’em at five, heifer as easy remembered as her?”
took a gamble and lost. Freight’s He had been fool enough to do it,
too high.” but his scornful denial worked.
“ Understand from the bill of sale “ You blurred the figures when you
that Milner sold them to you?” counted, I remember,” Drew said.
“ Yes.” Defeat was in his voice.
“ You have the canceled checks to The investigator suggested: “ Ask
prove it?” about the bullet.”
“ Yes. At home.” “ The night some rustlers shot Mil
ner,” said the attorney, “ his dog was
HE district attorney was sur shot. The bullet stayed in the leg.
T
on :
prised at that. It was an un It was a .38 S. & W. While you’ve
expected answer. He went been gone from home lately, we
picked up some bullets around your
“ W hy did he sell Bartness cattle place. They were shot from the
to you?” It was a catch question. same gun. You shot the dog the
Again Fear stood at Jess’s elbow. night you stole the cattle. Come
He knew what a bad horse might do, clean. Don’t lie any more. You
but it takes a keen mind to know can’t get away with it. That little
what a man is about to do. He had bullet is going to trip you, Slohm.”
expected these questions and pre Jess swallowed hard. His pulse
pared for them, but they were hard was beating in his temples and roar
to face. The district attorney re ing in his ears. This was a question
peated the question with driving he had not foreseen and he could not
emphasis. think of a lie. He could not think
Jess felt sick at the pit of his of anything but the beating in his
stomach as he said: temples and the roaring in his ears.
“ Milner sold ’em to me cheap be And then he looked out the win
cause he run off a bunch of my cat dow. Across the street, he saw a
tle and they froze to death.” cowboy lugging a heavy suitcase.
The attorney whirled to Milner. The cowboy clumped rapidly down
“ Did that happen?” the street. He was the talkative man
“ Yes. I ran them off and they who had remarked about the Bart
froze,” Drew replied, with the sweat ness cattle at the chute. He was the
breaking out on his face, “but I one person Jess had feared, and he
didn’t sell him any Bartness cattle. was heading for the railroad station
Ho forged those papers, just as he with a loaded suitcase.
forged a brand on a white-faced It was an omen of good. Then
heifer. The other boys remember Jess recalled the collie snapping at
she was in the corral when you were the heifer’s nose in the snowstorm.
branding the stuff I bought, Jess. He grew calm again and plunged
You vented your brand and put it into the lie with confidence.
on again.” “ Remember Milner was shot that
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J
dog wasn’t hurt then. I give Mil
ner some sleepin’ tablets cause he free. Jess Slohm walked out,
was goin’ into fever. He wasn’t in a victor over bookish men and
any condition to know what was lawyers, victor over suspicion and
goin’ on.” circumstantial evidence. There had
“Your bullet was in the dog,” the been no small thing to trip him, no
attorney pursued relentlessly. horseshoe nail to lose him the bat
“ Sure it was. I’m tryin’ to tell tle. Jess Slohm walked out with a
you he wasn’t shot that night. I shot grin on his face.
him next mornin’, when I caught him The more he thought of the con
pullin’ down a calf.” He saw how versation, the less certain he felt.
that hit them, and went on with re They had asked questions and ac
newed confidence: “ The day before cepted his explanations. They
my cattle was froze I seen him at could have held him for further
tack that heifer we been talkin’ questioning. And they had let him
about. I didn’t say nothin’ to Mil go!
ner. My cattle have been pulled “Dog-gone, I got by all right.
down before, but it’s been a hard Drew Milner knew those bills of sale
winter of deep snow, and I blamed were forged, but he didn’t have the
the coyotes. The mornin’ after the courage to prove it. And when I
rustlin’, when I was gettin’ ready to said he let the cattle freeze, he
ride in for the doctor, I seen the col wilted. He didn’t say his dog
lie pullin’ down the calf and I shot wasn’t a killer.” Drew was dull and
at him. I meant to kill him.” a coward. He was a man formed
The attorney turned a bewildered by nature to be fleeced.
look on Milner. Jess went to the ranch. After two
An assistant put in: “ Why did days he could not stand it any
you ride to town? W hy not phone longer. He decided to go to town
for a doctor?” and walk the streets in plain view
Fear jabbed Slohm in the side. of the district attorney and his men.
Here was another thing he had over Then he decided to close the deal on
looked. the ranch and leave.
“ Doctors don’t always come so far “ I ain’t bein’ smart by stayin’.
out on the plains unless they’re sure They’re just waitin’ for me to do
of the money. Milner was sleepin’. somethin’ wrong. They’re like
I thought best to ride in, pay the wolves, follerin’ a steer till he falls
doc, and send him out.” down of his own weakness. Well,
It had been a tight spot, but he I won’t fall.”
breathed freely as he saw that he He put some clothes in a grip and
had got through it. The district took them out again. It would be
attorney flapped his open hand on better to leave with only the clothes
the desk and grunted something that he wore. Let the new buyer and the
sounded like, “All right.” Drew bank fight over what was in the
Milner was hunched over, with a house. He pocketed his gun and got
pained, shamed look of defeat on the forged papers on ranch and car
him. The investigator opened the and cattle. Then he went to the
i door. desk drawer for the checks that
90 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
would prove Drew had sold him the ing stood between him and escape,
cattle. He determined to have them but the distance from the bank to the
if the attorney got him into that railroad station. The clocks were
office of tortures again. striking three.
He reached into the desk drawer.
Again Fear stood at his elbow, nudg A S he left the bank, he noticed
ing him. The drawer was empty. that clouds were gathering in
The checks were gone. •*- -*• a leaden sky. Another bliz
He went through the entire desk, zard was coming to block the roads
knowing it was useless. The checks and kill the cattle.
were gone. Drew Milner had taken His eyes came down from the sky,
the checks, so that Jess could not and he saw Drew Milner standing
prove Drew had sold him Bartness by a mail box. He was putting in a
cattle. letter.
“ The dirty, thievin’ coward!” Jess Jess walked over to him, with his
muttered to himself. hand on the gun in his mackinaw
Never in his life did Jess move as pocket.
swiftly as he moved that day. He “You robbed me of the checks,
drove over the cattle trails at break Milner.”
neck speed. Into the hotel he strode, “Yes, I took them. They’re in this
barely able to cover his eagerness. letter that I’m mailing to the dis
He expected a snag in the person trict attorney. I got the bills of
of the man who had intended to buy sale and sent them and the checks to
his ranch. a handwriting expert. The expert
When the Easterner gave him a can prove that my indorsement on
check for ranch and car and cattle, the checks is different from my sig
after looking over the papers and nature forged on the bills of sale.
having them signed before a notary, He can prove that the bills of sale
Jess received the check with icy were made out by the man who
hands. He shook hands with the made out the checks and later raised
new buyer and went for the door at them. And he can prove, Jess, what
long strides. writing was done at any one time.”
Fear jabbed him again. “ It was Jess felt a clap of thunder in his
too easy. Maybe this is a bum check. ears. He knew now that Drew Mil
Maybe he was a come-on man for ner was not so dull after all. Drew
the attorney.” was still holding the letter, ready to
It took all his self-control to keep let it slip into the box.
from running to the bank. He “ If you let that letter go,” Jess
walked rapidly. In the bank he was warned, “ I’ll kill you. I’ve got a
afraid to present the check. He gun on you. You were wrong from
wanted to run away. A hand the start, for lettin’ my cattle feed
touched his arm. Jess thought his where Bartness didn’t want ’em.”
knees would not support him. “ I paid for that grass out of my
“ Want to cash a check? This wages. Bartness rented it to me. I
way.” didn’t rent it to you. I gave it to
It was only the doorman. J ess had you in return for the frozen cattle.
to go through with the matter after It’s O. K. with Bartness, by the
that. The check was good. He was way.”
paid in twenty-dollar bills. No one “ If vou mail that letter, I’ll kill
came near him at the door. Noth you. Give it to me.”
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“ Once the letter’s in the box, you they went to the ranch, he could get
can’t get it out. And killing me snowshoes and lose himself easier
won’t do you a bit of good. And it than if he traveled by car. Also he
won’t do you any good to catch that could dispose of Milner more easily.
train you’re heading for.” And he could add to the money he
Drew let go the envelope. The had, the contents of Milner’s iron
box clanged shut on it. And then box with the hidden keyhole.
Jess knew that Drew was not only He went to the ranch. The roads
smart but that he had courage. filled in behind them. They had to
These things did not matter now. leave the car at last and push bodily
If Drew knew he was going to the through the snow to the one-room
train, no doubt the police were there Milner shanty. By this time, it was
already. Jess had in his pockets pitch dark.
more money than he had ever pos Jess took no chances on being at
sessed at one time. He wanted to tacked. He made Drew break the
get out of the State as quickly as drifts ahead of him. In the house,
possible. He did not want to risk he sat on a chair against the wall
taking Drew on a train. He was not while Drew built the fire. The col
so foolish as to commit murder. It lie, with his leg in a splint, lay be
would be fatal now to let the man hind the stove, his eyes distrustfully
go free. All in all, Milner was a de on Jess. Drew put on coffee when
cided handicap just then. the fire crackled. He peeled pota
“ Where’s your car, Milner?” toes and sliced bread and bacon.
“At the courthouse.” Jess sat tilted back in a chair, and
“ Walk,” Jess commanded. “ If you watched Drew set the table. He
let out a peep, I’ll put a bullet in watched so closely he saw the pass
you. It might not do me any good, of Drew’s hand over one coffee cup.
but it sure won’t do you any good. Jess’s eyes hardened and drew down
Come on.” at the corners, as he remembered
They were not stopped on the way that bottle of sleeping tablets. Now
to the courthouse. Drew did not he understood why Drew had been
have a chance to signal for help. so obedient all the way from town.
With Jess’s gun in his ribs, he drove When they ate, Jess drank water.
south out of Colorado Springs. Jess The shanty had warmed by the
had intended driving straight on time the meal was ready. Jess re
down into New Mexico, and then moved his mackinaw. Drew’s back
over the border at El Paso, about a was turned. He did not hear the
three-day run. The letter Drew whispered curse slip from Slohm’s
mailed, carrying final proof against lips, nor did he see Jess clutch at his
Jess, would not be delivered until mackinaw pocket. The gun was
the following morning. He had gone. In floundering through the
more than a head start. snowdrifts to the house, the .38 had
dropped out. He felt for his
NOW began to fall as they left money. It was safe. A small billet
The thing he had to do was to fire loss of blood, tired him out. He still
a shot from Drew’s pistol into the had a long snowshoe trip.
wall and put the pistol by Drew’s “ Have to let it go,” he said at
hand to further the impression that last. “ I can’t waste any more time.
murder had been done. With his Somebody might come over from
gloves on, he took the pistol from another ranch on snowshoes. I’ll
the shelf. At one place on the wall, take the money out of the box and
where Drew had pasted a magazine go. Let ’em think he done it with
picture of a pretty girl, the picture the poker.”
had been torn away in the fight. Outside, there came a roaring like
The flapping paper attracted instant a cyclone wind and a thunder as of a
attention. It would be the best place herd of cattle stampeding. Jess ran
to put a bullet hole. Jess aimed and to the door.
pulled the trigger. An airplane taxied across the
Nothing happened. The pistol snow and came to a stop. A man
was empty. jumped from the cabin with a shot
“Just like him to leave it empty— gun in his hand. Two other men
careless. Always knew he was care followed him, both armed. They ran
less, the way he wasted bullets tar for the shanty and pushed past Jess.
get shootin’.” One was the district attorney’s in
He looked into the gun and saw vestigator. The other two were
that Drew was not careless, for the deputies.
gun was oiled and clean. It would Snow began to filter down out of
not do to put it down that way. The the morning sky, the snow that
pistol had to be fired at least once to would have covered all Jess Slohm’s
dirty the barrel and give it the smell snowshoe tracks. Jess, stricken
of powder. dumb, stepped out of the way to let
He went to the pantry shelves to the three men into the shanty. Drew
look for the box of cartridges. It was sitting up now.
was not there. He set the chest of “ What happened here?” the in
drawers up again and looked vestigator asked Jess.
through each drawer. Not there. He All Jess could think of was the
tore a stack of magazines apart, look horseshoe nail that had lost the shoe,
ing for the small bQx of bullets. Not the horse, the rider, the battle. That
there. The search became frantic. little, little thing he had been so
The firing of the gun was not abso afraid of, had tripped him, and it
lutely necessary to his plan, but it had been a bullet. To the question,
would cinch the evidence he had he answered dully:
built up against Drew Milner. He “ I was lookin’ for a nail.”
wanted the job done well and it ex “ Nail!”
asperated him not to be able to find “ I mean bullet,” he said miserably,
bullets in a one-room shanty. without knowing what he did mean.
“A bullet!” Drew exclaimed as he
HERE must be bullets. Every staggered to his feet. “ Here’s the
wearing two guns for the special the hotel lobby. As Mournful rec
occasion, since he didn’t know what ognized the girl, his face softened.
serious jam Watkins might have got She was Mrs. Doctor Lamar, with
into, took them out and looked them whom Mournful had struck up a
over. He believed in prepared friendship a little while ago when
ness. In the mood in which Wat helping her husband.
kins had been, he might have made Catching sight of Mournful, she
enemies of a score of men. hurried up to him. She seemed
Arriving in town, Mournful breathless, and excitement lent
rode to the hotel and put his horse added color to her cheeks and added
in the stable. He noticed a number brightness to her eyes.
of horses there, including Watkins’s. “ Mournful Martin,” she re
That was encouraging. Watkins proached him, “ it’s about time you
was at least hereabouts. The other got here. Your friend Watkins is in
horses all wore the same brand— a jam. He isn’t feeling any too well
the Bar M. That was the brand of either. Doctor Lamar has been tak
an outfit owned by a man named ing care of him.”
Thatcher. “ Hurt?” Mournful asked.
Mournful frowned. He would “ No.”
rather have had men from any other “ What disease has he got?
outfit in the country here than men Spotted fever?”
from the Thatcher outfit. Thatcher “ No disease. He’s just er-sick.”
was a young man who had, a few “ I know ’bout that er-sickness,”
years ago, inherited a good-sized Mournful said. “A man gen’ally gits
ranch from his father. He had not it from turnin’ little glasses from
inherited any of the esteem in which right side up to upside down. Has
his father had been held. He was that puncher got the delirium
known as a bully. He wasn’t, Mourn tremors?”
ful had heard, a cowardly bully. He “ Oh, no. He’s just wretched.”
could and would fight. Drunk, he “ Wretches gits that way,” de
would pick a quarrel and back words clared Mournful.
with deeds. He had a considerable “ This is serious, Mournful,” Mrs.
reputation as being fast with a gun. Lamar declared. “You’d better go
Oh, well, Mournful had more than and see .Watkins. I just left him.
a considerable reputation himself. A I’ve been watching for you ail day.
fella could always find some consola I saw you ride in.”
tion. “ I’m complimented far and wide
Leaving the stable, Mournful went that you knowed me in the dark,”
along the side of the hotel till he Mournful said.
came to the corner. There he “ There’s just one of you, Mourn
stopped and listened. A number of ful,” Mrs. Lamar smiled.
men, he decided, were in the bar “ One more would be one too many.
room, and, judging from the noise Well, now that we’ve said how-de-
they made, they were feeling plenty do so graceful, we’ll say so long.
lively. I’ll go up and see Mr. Watkins.
Mournful hopped up on the porch What room is he in?”
which ran along the front of the “ Second from the head of the
hotel. As he headed for the bar stairs. Mournful, he’s in trouble.
room door, a girl came out of a door I can tell by the way he acts. He
beyond. This second door led into hasn’t spoken to me except to ask
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RAGGED NERVES 97
what shape he’ll be in at five o’clock a girl’s hand and to look into her
to-morrow morning,” fond eyes. Even Mrs. Lamar, un
“ I’ll see him, ma’am,” Mournful used to punchers, had perceived that
said. “ You jest rid your mind of Watkins had something important
him. Now that I’m here, ever’thing on his mind. What was on his mind,
will be straightened out. You Watkins would try to keep there,
oughta know that.” locked up till five o’clock came.
Mrs. Lamar—one of the best- Mournful would have to find out
lookin’ girls he had ever met, Mourn what he could—how he could.
ful averred—gave him an affection The first sound was a creaking of
ate glance. the bed. Watkins was rolling from
“ Don’t let anything happen to side to side. “ Tormented some,”
yourself, Mournful.” Mournful concluded. The next
“ Me?” Mournful asked. “ Nothin’ sound was of Watkins’s voice. He
could, ma’am.” was lamenting to himself. His lam
“ If you want anything, let the doc entations had chiefly to do with
tor and me know.” his putting a curse on his dirty ol’
“ Sure. I’ll come running. I hide. The bed creaked again. Then
know where to git my reenforce there was silence.
ments.” Mournful opened the door and
“ I mean it, Mournful. Really!” stepped inside. The room was in
“ If you have ever said anything or darkness save for the faint light
done anything that wasn’t real, which came through one window.
ma’am, I ain’t been present,” Mourn “ It’s on’y me, Mr. Mournful Mar
ful said, and his smile ripple went tin,” Mournful said.
across his lips. He struck a match and put it to
the wick of the lamp on the wash-
HEERED by having met the stand. Then he turned slowly to
little things when they had their Say, you can’t butt in on me like this.
faces washed,” Mournful stated. I c’n take care of myself.”
“ Did you use any rough language “ Sure, you can,” Mournful agreed.
to Mrs. Lamar?”
“ Cer’nly not!” O it was with Thatcher himself
“ Continue to live, then.”
Mournful picked up the spoon and
the bottle, uncorked it, filled the
S that Watkins had his quarrel.
That was bad. Watkins was
no match for Thatcher. Watkins
spoon. was not specially fast with a gun.
“ Open wide,” he directed. His talent ran more to horses and
“ Why, you big------” ropes. At his best the odds would
“ Open wide! Want me to sit on be against him in a fight with
you and drench you with that hull Thatcher. And he was far from his
bottleful?” best right now, would be far from
Watkins “ opened wide,” took the his best at five o’clock to-morrow
medicine, lay back on the bed. morning.
Mournful read the directions on the While Mournful reflected, Wat
bottle—“ every two hours”—and put kins controlled himself. If he didn’t
bottle and spoon on the chair. Then excel with a gun, he had courage.
he moved to the end of the bed and Mournful knew that he would go
sat down. Hooking his hands over through with anything he had agreed
a knee, he leaned back and regarded to go through with.
the ceiling. Watkins stood that for “What did Thatcher say?” Wat
five minutes. kins presently asked.
“ What’re you doin’ in town?” he “ Oh, mostly he bragged about
asked then. what he was gonna do to you when
“Lookin’ after one big fool.” you meet him out on the flat to
“ Meanin’ me?” morrow mornin’. He didn’t go inta
“Meanin’ you. You’re the biggest details. He said you’d insulted him
fool ever I met up with. First, you and he’d wipe out the insult.”
git yourself all tore up by a girl. “Aw, he couldn’t wipe the cob
Then you come to town to drown webs out of a corner,” Watkins as
your sorrows. You don’f :est drink. serted. “ Not with a new broom.
You flood yourself. Then you git You go home, Mournful, and leave
inta a jam with Thatcher and his me alone.”
outfit, and you won’t be in shape at Again Mournful regarded the ceil
five o’clock to-morrow mornin’ to ing. Watkins lay back and closed
keep up your end,” his lips. His attitude seemed to say
There, if that wasn’t puttin’ two that he could keep silence as long
and two together to make a han’sum’ as Mournful could. But tortured
four, next time Mournful would sub nerves can’t stand much.
tract instead of adding. Yes, he’d “ You been a reg’lar preacher,
multiply, and that, certainly, was Mournful,” Watkins broke out.
harder still. “ You’ve alius said—or acted it any
“ W ho’s been talkin’ ?” Watkins de how—that a man should fight his
manded, own fights. You ain’t never had no
“ Thatcher and his hull outfit. use for a man that wouldn’t take
They alius talk.” what he had cornin’ to him. If I in
“And you’ve interfered. You’ve sulted Thatcher, I gotta give him
lined Thatcher up your own self. satisfaction, ain’t I?”
RAGGED NERVES 99
“ You was in love once before, do. Can’t I see you got two guns on
then?” Mournful asked. “ It was a you? By Judas, you ain’t gonna
mended heart that Nina Longley take over my quarrel. I been a fool.
busted.” To-morrow mornin’ at five o’clock
“ Girls gets to me,” Watkins said. I’ll be a man.”
“ Specially little, dark-haired girls. Mournful went to the old bureau
This girl worked in a store at the which stood in a corner. He un
county seat. On account of her I fastened his gun belt and carefully
beat Thatcher up one time. With put the belt, with the two guns in
my fists. He said him and me would the holsters, on top of the bureau.
come to gun play later on. He turned about to Watkins.
“ Well, in the barroom Thatcher “ There,” he said, “ that shows what
kep’ raggin’ me and raggin’ me. All my intentions is. Now, I’ll make a
in fun, o’ course. His punchers bargain with you. I’ll go down there
joined in. My nerves and my mind and enjoy myself fer a while. When
wasn’t in no shape to stand it. I your medicine is due, I’ll come back
ordered a drink and filled the glass and give it to you. On your part
to the brim. Thatcher was standin’ you agree not to leave this room.
just beyond me. I let him have the You won’t take a gun in your hand.”
drink full in the face and I called “ How ’bout to-morrow mornin’ ?”
him some of the fanciest names you “ I’ll do my best to git you in shape
ever heard spoke. I expected to be out on the flat. Thatcher will
Thatcher and his men would beat me have somebody with him. His kind
up. I didn’t care. I was gonna get don’t ride alone. I’ll be with you.”
a little somep’n outa the business. “ You gimme your word, Mourn
“ But Thatcher didn’t make a move. ful?”
He wiped his face slow and his men “ I give you my word.”
stood quiet. I c’n feel the silence “ Thanks, Mournful. I’ll do my
yet, Mournful. At last Thatcher best to give an account of myself.”
turned full around to me and said: “ Sure you will.”
‘Would five o’clock to-morrow morn- Mournful went into the hall,
in’, straight back on the flat two softly closing the door. He was
miles, suit you, Mr. Watkins?’ O’ about to start for the stairs when he
course I said it’d suit me. It’s gotta heard his name called in a low voice.
suit me, Mournfui. What do I care Turning, lie saw Mrs. Lamar stand
if Thatcher is good with a gun?” ing in a doorway down the hall. He
“ What you care about now ain’t of went to her.
no importance,” Mournful said. “ What did you find out?” she
“You’re too low in your mind. Carin’ asked.
is a matter of how a man feels. I’ve “ I’m ashamed of you,” Mournful
seen men care a hull lot fer things said. “ You’re tryin’ to make me tell
that was unwise, unsound, and un a lie.”
reasonable, while they’d pass up “ Meaning you won’t tell me the
many other things that was pure, truth?”
wise, and holy. Well, I think I’ll “ Day by day, ma’am, you git more
git myself a little drink.” clever—and prettier. It don’t seem
He started for the door. possible.”
“ You wait a minute, Mournful “ Mournful, you’ve taken over
Martin,” Watkins cried. “ You can’t Watkins’s fight,” Mrs. Lamar de
fool me. I know what you’re gonna clared. “ You’re going downstairs
RAGGED NERVES 101
“ You seen Watkins?” Thatcher more. You’ve said men should fight
went on. their own fights. I’ve heard you say
“ Watkins,” Mournful stated, “ is a it right in this room.”
friend o’ mine. To-night, and to “ That statement,” Mournful said,
morrow mornin’ at five o’clock, he’s “ is the corner stone of my faith,
a special friend o’ mine.” hope, and charity, and my love o’
“ You’ve seen him an’ he’s whined beans and beef stew, to say nothin’
to you,” Thatcher declared. “I of a slab o’ pie and a cup o’ coffee.”
knowed he didn’t have no nerve.” “ Funny as usual, ain’t you?”
Mournful said nothing, for he had “ Funnier.”
heard a stir behind him. He did not “W ell, the point is, are you gonna
look around. He was aware that sev let that skunk fight his own fight?”
eral men were approaching him from “ Nope.”
behind. The sound continued “ You go back on ever’thing you
briefly. Then there was'silence. The ever said, then?”
poker players even lost interest in “ Nope. I ain’t gonna let no skunk
the game. They sat with their fin fight his own fight. I’m gonna let
gers tightened on their cards. one of the squarest boys I know fight
“All your men behind me, his own fight. I’m doin’ my best to
Thatcher?” Mournful asked. git him on his feet. I got somebody
“ They c’n stand where they please, up in his room right now pokin’
I reckon.” medicine inta him.”
“ Might be! But lissen here, “ He’ll be out on the flat at five
Thatcher, whatever happens atween o’clock to-morrow mornin’ ?”
you and me is gonna be man-to-man “ He’ll be there if I hafta carry
stuff. You git me? If you accept him.”
any help, you’ll have the Three D “And you’ll keep out of it?”
outfit on your hands. I’ve had to “ Way out.”
point out before how Danforth and
his men stick together. I don’t T all seemed dubious to Thatcher.
wanta have to do it no more. Wast
in’ words peeves me. The Three D
men will give your men plenty of
I He was silent for a space while
he studied Mournful, Mournful
was cool. He regarded Thatcher
what you’ve alius bragged you was with half-closed eyes, and once a rip
lookin’ fer. As fer you and me------” ple ran across his lips.
Mournful shrugged his shoulders. “ There’s a catch in this some
He saw fear dawn in Thatcher’s eyes. place,” Thatcher at length said.
Then the fear was chased out by “ I can’t help that,” Mournful de
hope. clared. “ I didn’t invent catches.”
“ Look here, Martin,” Thatcher “ You think Watkins is obliged to
said in a low voice. “ You say I’ve meet me, don’t you?”
bragged. You’ve bragged some, too. “ No question about it! Why, if
Accordin’ to you, you’re the best he wasn’t out there on the flat to
roper, rider, gunman, and who knows morrow mornin’, the hull Three D
what in the hull country. That outfit would be disgraced.”
right?” With that Mournful went over to
“ I ain’t never said that,” Mournful the poker table. Thatcher followed
retorted, “but it’s a fact.” him. Thatcher seemed not only to
“ The hell you ain’t never said it! want to keep Mournful in sight but
You have, and you’ve said somethin’ to be near him.
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his room. Mournful opened the when he was dressed and his gun
door and entered. Lamar had put belt was fastened on.
out the light. Mournful advanced “ You can’t have a drink. You
to the bed and looked down at Wat can’t git a cup o’ coffee. You
kins. Watkins was better. His face prob’ly need somep’n. I dunno ex
was peaceful. He was breathing actly what it is. Mebbe a good
easily. Mournful sat down. He was lickin’ with a lively quirt.”
motionless. At two o’clock Watkins Watkins stood for a moment look
awoke and Mournful gave him the ing at the floor. Mournful said he
medicine. He was full of questions, took his young courage in his two
but Mournful hushed him. He pres hands. Knowing himself inadequate
ently dropped off to sleep again. to meet a deadly situation, he was
Mournful had no watch, but from still game to meet it.
the window he could tell the time al He jerked his head up.
most exactly. He went downstairs “Le’s get goin’,” He said.
shortly before three o’clock. The When he saw Mournful’s horse in
barroom was closed. He let himself front of the hotel, he stopped and
out the back door. In the stable gave Mournful a suspicious look.
he found that Thatcher and his men “ Where you been?” he demanded.
had taken their horses away. Mourn “ I brought my horse out to have
ful put the gear on his own horse him ready,” Mournful answered.
and set off across the flat. Watkins stepped down and laid a
In twilight he rode to the spot hand on the horse.
which Thatcher had designated. “ You rode him some,” he stated.
No one was in sight. Mournful built “ That,” said Mournful, “ is one of
a cigarette. He smoked it, threw the uses of a horse. Git your own
away the butt. The twilight yielded horse and let’s start.”
to daylight. Mournful could see
I
afar. Still no one was in sight. He N a few minutes they were rid
smoked another cigarette. ing across the flat. Mournful
Pink streaks came into the sky. let Watkins go ahead, so that he
They climbed and spread till the east could observe that puncher. Wat
was lighted. They changed to gold kins’s eyes were fixed front. His
as the sun prepared to rise. Mourn face was drawn, but no fear was in
ful tossed away the second butt. it. The odds were against him, but
The flat, morning-bathed, was life he was accepting those odds. Tak-
less. in’ the hull business together,
Mournful rode back to the hotel Mournful said, Watkins was gittin’
and left his horse in front of it. He his lesson pretty good. All them
climbed to Watkins’s room and sentimental feelin’s he had had
roused the puncher. about Nina Longley was pretty well
“ Time to git started,” he said. jarred outa him. He’d be ready,
Watkins stared at him dazedly. presently, to punch a cow or two.
He slid to the edge of the bed and They reached the point at which
stood up. He was steady enough Mournful had waited before.
but he was flooded by dullness. As “ What time is it?” Watkins asked.
a fighting man he was, Mournful “ Few minutes before five.”
said, a complete washout. Watkins took out his gun and ex
“ I think I need a drink or a cup amined it. He thrust it back into
o’ coffee or somep’n,” Watkins said the holster, squared his shoulders,
RAGGED NERVES 107
and pointed his horse’s nose in the “Right! What has right to do
direction of the hotel. Five minutes with it? Keep still, Mr. Watkins,
passed. Ten. Fifteen. Then half and let some of this bright mornin’
an hour. Slowly Watkins turned to seep inta your system.”
Mournful. Watkins looked over the flat,
“ You big four-flusher,” he asked, raised his eyes to the sky.
“what’d you do?” “ I’m goin’ home and stay there for
“ Me? Nothin’. I was out here a a long time,” he said at last. “ Gosh,
while ago to look over the ground this air tastes good, Mournful. Me
and I didn’t see hide, nor hair of for air from now on. I’ll never take
Thatcher and his men. Their horses another drink, never gamble, never
was gone from the stable more’n do nothin’ but work. I been------”
two hours ago. You’re so dopey you “ Fer Judas’s sake, don’t start fell
didn’t notice they was gone when in’ me what you been,” Mournful in
you got your horse. I got an idea terrupted. “ Compared to me, you
that Thatcher made up his mind it’d ain’t really been nothin’. I been
be plain murder to meet you. He ever’thing. If we start matchin’ on
prob’ly went home. He must have a what we been, we’ll never leave this
kind heart.” spot till we’re feeble and old and
“You’re a liar,” Watkins cried. gray, fer, outa ac’shul experience, I
“ You been nursin’ me, babyin’ me, c’n match anything you c’n even
and somehow you’ve butted in and dream of.”
drove Thatcher off. You thought I Watkins took several deep breaths
wasn’t game to meet him, Mourn of the warming, sweet air. He
ful.” looked at the risen sun. It was suf
“ I didn’t think nothin’ of the ficient for Mournful that young
kind,” Mournful declared. “ Now, Watkins was happy to be alive and
you shut your mouth. You ain’t that he was being cleansed at the
boilin’ fer a fight. You on’y think birth of a new day.
you are. Hell, I’m doubtful if you “ For a fact, Mournful,”. Watkins
think you are. H’ever, if you try said, “ this air’s like wine.”
to ride me, you’ll have a fight on “ Drink hearty!” said Mournful.
your hands with the best fightin’ man “ It won’t cost you a cent. And it’ll
from here to oil Mexico. How do put red court plasters into your
you like that kinda talk, sonny?” blood. Least, that’s what I’ve heard
“ You had no right------” Mrs. Doc Lamar say.”
C A G E D CARGO
By KENNETH KEITH COLVIN
A dynamic novelette of a convict ship bound for
Devil’s Island. Mutiny and disaster; with a handful
of men to quell the devils of a French penal colony.
YOU CAN KILL
CHAPTER I. counter of the general store and fin
T H E H O U S E C A N ’T W I N . ished telling what he intended to do.
“ You wouldn’t get to first base,”
w e n t y -f i v e
years ago said the man behind the counter.
Lew Rice may not have known much about trapping, but when
it came to fighting he was as ornery as a mule, and just as tough.
110 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
got to turn if I keep on long it. For a long time I’d been figuring
enough.” on trying my luck at muskrat trap
The man grinned again. ping here in Louisiana. They tell
“ If you can keep on—yes. That me it’s no good, but that don’t sound
is all there is to most thing; keep right. Know anything about it?”
on. I’m all blowed up, me. I make LeBouf opened his round eyes
four pass, and pouf!” very wide and stared at Lew. Then
“ Tough,” Lew said, and laid his his face became a smile from hair to
money on the nine. chin. Even his nose seemed to grin.
The dice struck the end board, “ Do I know about muskrat, me?
rolled over and turned up with a You ask Geese, leBouf if he know
five and a four showing. Lew let his muskrat? I have trap those marsh
money ride while a man with a gold since five year old!”
horseshoe on his tie made eight So they ordered another drink and
straight passes. Lew dragged down Geese told Lew all about how he
half, won, let his winnings ride. made fifteen hundred dollars in a
seventy-five-day season the year be
r g 1 HE tide had turned. When fore. He also opened his heart and
| Lew quit at one o’clock that told his troubles. The owner of the
morning he had three hun land where he had trapped before
dred dollars more than he started was a mean, hard man from Chicago.
with, and an acquaintance. He had raised the price of leases so
“You’re my luck. Stick around, high that a man couldn’t make a
will you?” Lew had said to the man. thing. Geese could get another lease
“ You’re a Frenchman, aren’t you?” at a good figure, but this owner
“ Sure,” the man said to both ques wanted half the cash down. He
tions, and stayed to cheer him on. didn’t have the cash. That’s why
When they rode back to New Or Geese had come to New Orleans, to
leans in the bus, Lew introduced borrow money, which had proved im
himself and asked if the other knew possible. He didn’t see how he could
any place where they could get a trap this year at all.
drink. The Frenchman’s name was Lew very promptly told him how,
Augustine leBouf—called “ Geese” and five o’clock found them on a
—and he knew plenty of places to freight boat bound down the river.
get a drink. As the faint shape of buildings dis
By three o’clock they were friends. solved into the gloom of early morn
Lew was saying: ing, Lew thumbed his nose. He
“ Stubborn? Geese, that uncle of hoped that the eight people who had
mine’s a daw-gone mule! I had it told him he couldn’t trap in the delta
all figured out, see? Just how much would get the message by telepathy.
it would cost to log off that moun
tain, and how to do it.
CHAPTER II.
“ Would he listen to me? Not on
T W O T O BE W A T C H E D .
your life! Wouldn’t even look at
the dope I had on it. Told me to HREE men watched by lan
get the hell out and start work on
forty acres of loblolly not fit for
firewood. I told him I wouldn’t
T tern light while Lew Rice got
himself into a dugout. Dawn
was half an hour away. Behind them
touch it. He said I could either do loomed the low roof of a palmetto
what he wanted or get out. So I beat trapper’s shack, the shack where
112 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
Lew and Geese had now lived three short bamboo rod. Low laughter
weeks, A little way down the bayou from the camp made his neck burn.
was the boat in which the other two Blundering awkwardly through
had come. They were George Jack- the dark, Lew finally made the turn.
son, the game warden, and Geese’s Just beyond, the bayou widened and
cousin, Maurice Cherami. deepened. He laid the pole inboard
Lew could hear them chuckling and took up his paddle, and the go-
and whispering together, as he ing grew easier. Lew had paddled
stowed shotgun and cartridges in ordinary canoes, and •a pirogue
the canoe. Their voices rose higher wasn’t so much different. It was
than they realized. There was a bet the trick of poling, and you had to
on. pole through shallow water, that he
“ Five dollars he dumps over be hadn’t learned yet; poling and the
fore he gets round the bend.” balance of these cranky logs. How
That was Jackson. For a big man, men like Geese and the others could
his voice was too high. His eyes stand up and shove them through a
were gray-green and expressionless. mass of lilies he didn’t see.
“You better get you gun, Geese. There were, he decided, a lot of
If a duck come and sit on the barrel things about the delta he didn’t see.
of his gun he couldn’t shoot her.” Jackson and Cherami for instance.
That was Maurice Cherami, and This made the third time they had
Geese, who had not answered Jack visited camp without any apparent
son’s proposal, took him up imme reason. Also, where were the musk
diately. rats? Up to now, they had caught
“You want for bet on that? Ten exactly fifteen; not enough to pay
dollar he gets some duck, I bet you.” for their grub.
Lew’s jaw was stuck out. He had
refused all aid in getting into the RETTY soon the light came,
dugout. They made him mad, these but there was no colored sun
twelve-foot, hollowed logs, hard to rise this morning. The whole
ride as a bicycle on a wire. He was world was gray with mist. As far
going to paddle one himself or as Lew could see, the great prairie
drown trying. But he had not fig of sword grass and stunted willows
ured on having an audience when lay bleak and dripping.
he started on his ‘first hunting trip He came to a smaller bayou and '
alone. turned off. There was a pond at
He drew the pirogue close to the the end of this, and he had seen
bank and put one foot in it. The ducks there when making the rounds
gunwale dipped water. How the of their trap line. He would lie up
deuce did anybody ride these close to the bank and wait till it
things? He removed the foot and grew lighter.
drew the boat along to a place where But Lew had not figured on the
a willow tree grew on a raised bank. noise he made, paddling the unfamil
Swinging both feet over the edge, iar craft. The dugout scraped a log,
he hung onto the tree and lowered his paddle splashed, he cursed.
himself carefully. The pirogue Wings drummed the water some
rocked wildly but did not overturn. where beyond the grass and he saw
Gingerly and awkwardly, running the first duck rise in full flight,
into the banks, zigzagging down the speeding away at right angles to his
channel, Lew poled himself with a course.
C O M —7A
YOU CAN K I L L A F O OL 113
Lew, with an instinctive motion, dozen ducks and threw them two at
dropped his paddle and seized his a time up at Geese’s feet.
gun. Without preliminary tipping, “ Here’s breakfast,” he said, “ un
the pirogue went over. less you-all want me to pick ’em and
For one wild moment, Lew was a cook ’em, too.”
tangle of arms and legs. Then he For a moment all three stared with
landed on his feet in hip-deep wa blank and astonished faces. Then
ter, with the gun held high over Geese chuckled. As Lew went in
head. Without a pause he brought side for dry clothes he heard him
it to his shoulder and let go both say:
barrels. Feathered shapes stumbled “ He gets what he go for, him. You
in their flight, beat the air with crip owe me ten dollar, Maurice.”
pled wings, dropped. Careless of The visitors left immediately after
water moccasins, Lew waded after they had eaten. Their motor filled
his ducks. the quiet bayou with echoing noise,
Later, he came back, pulled the and the two partners sat silent till
craft ashore and emptied it. But he it had died. Lew said:
had hunted over an hour by then, “ They don’t like me, Geese. They
scrambling through the sharp-edged don’t like me a nickel’s worth, espe
grass, floundering through mud and cially Jackson.”
water. Geese frowned, and stirred un
The others came out of the camp easily where he sat.
and lined the bank to wait for him. “ You are a foreigner,” he said.
Lew, partly because it was now light, “ They don’t like for you to come
and partly because he had grown a here and trap. Jackson, he has talk
little used to the dugout, was able pretty big in Bill Snyder’s barroom
to keep a course that was almost about what he’ll do when he get the
straight, and land without tipping chance.”
over. “ What he’s going to do to me?
Jackson and Maurice Cherami How d’you know, Geese?”
were grinning. Geese looked trou “ Bill Snyder told me. Last time
bled and ashamed for his partner. I went to town. W e better watch
“ You look wet, you,” Cherami said, that man, us. He is one bad.”
wrinkling up his pointed face. “You “ I wish he would start something.
are all much” I don’t like him a bit better than he
“ We heard you banging away. likes me. Is that why he and Che
But them ducks fly pretty darn fast. rami are always hanging around here
I guess you found that out.” —trying to start something?”
Jackson winked as he spoke, and Geese’s face was puckered into
nudged Geese, who looked reproach puzzled frown lines.
fully at Lew, as if to say: “ What “ I don’t know, me. I think they
did you want to make a fool of your come to see what you do and laugh.
self in front of these folks for?” They are dumb men. They think
because a man don’t know how to do
EW looked from Jackson to in the prairie he don’t know noth-
L
anger.
Maurice. His chin jutted out
and his eyes were dark with
He did not speak, but
ing.
Lew got to his feet and stood with
legs braced wide apart, staring
stooped abruptly to the dugout. across the gray, desolate swamp.
From under some grass he drew a “ I hope they get their fill of laugh-
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114 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
mg now,” he said. “ Because if they to find out what was behind those
start anything they aren’t going to pale-gray eyes.
be in any shape to laugh at all. Let’s “ Where’s Geese?” Jackson asked
go look at those traps, Geese.” after a while.
“Down river,” Lew said, making
CHAPTER III. up his mind not to tell Jackson any
more of their business.
ROBBERY.
Jackson hooked his thumbs in his
EW was sitting on the deck of belt and looked over Lew some more.
J
She came straight across and then ACKSON started his engine and
dropped her anchor just astern. moved forward, dragging the
Jackson, the game warden, came out anchor, until his bow almost
on deck. He had his badge pinned touched the stern of Geese’s boat.
on his coat and he looked at Lew Lew stood on the small deck, wait
real hard. Lew looked back, trying ing for him with hands loosely
YOU CAN KILL A FOOL 115
clenched at his sides. I£ Jackson was back on his own boat. It was
came, he was going to get a bath in half an hour before Lew grew calm
that cold river. enough to think of the things he
But the warden came with a gun. might have said to him, but he could
He drew a revolver as he came on think of what he wanted to do right
deck, leaped the intervening space, then.
and jabbed the muzzle into Lew’s “ I’ll paste him clear into the mid
stomach hard enough to hurt. dle of next week,” he said to Geese
“ I’ll teach you to get hard with a that night when he told him about
U. S. officer. Where’s your li Jackson’s visit. “ Cornin’ aboard a
censes?” man’s own boat and holdin’ him up
Lew stood up to him, eye to eye. with a gun! I won’t stand that from
He said: anybody.”
“ You damn yellow hunk of tripe! “ He’d rob us,” Geese said, and rar
Put up that gun and fight, if you’re off into a string of French tha\
a man.” helped to relieve his feelings
“ Show me them papers or I’ll plug “Those duck, she belong to us. He’s
you. I’m not going to fool with you a t’ief, him.”
poachers from out the State—not at But on the way back to camp, he
all. Get going, and keep your face calmed down and was very thought
shut.” ful. He asked Lew questions about
He kept the gun and one eye on Jackson’s visit, wanting especially
Lew while he rummaged through the to know what he had said and done
tin box where they kept their papers. about their papers.
He looked at their hunting and fish “ This is some scheme, yes,” Geese
ing permits, Geese’s boat license; said finally. “ He want to find out
then the trapping license in Geese’s if we are do something against the
name, Lew’s agreement to work for law. Then he will take away our
him, and the contract whereby he rats. I don’t like that man, the way
was to get back half the profits plus he act.”
his original investment as wages. “ Let him try something,” Lew
It was air-tight, well within the said. “ I’ll knock him so bow-legged
law, and Lew knew it. But as he he won’t stand up straight the rest
watched this man prying officiously of his life.”
into their affairs anger boiled up in Geese’s face was very sober when
him till he was choked with it. He he said, “ Be careful how you do with
couldn’t say a word. Even when that Tackson. He has shoot a man,
Jackson threw the papers back into him.”
the box and began searching every CHAPTER IV.
thing in the place, he could not
T R O U B LE STARTS.
speak.
Finally the warden found the two NE of Lew’s hip boots was
ducks of which Lew had told him.
His pale eyes turned on Lew.
“ I’ll take these and hold ’em for
O full of water. All of him
was cold, but that one leg, in
cased with icy wet ached like a
evidence. You’ve been market hunt tooth. The tall grass clutched at
ing, you two. I know it. Next time him as he made his way across a bit
I’ll get the goods on you right! of high land where the mound of
Wait and see!” sticks of a muskrat’s house showed.
He kept his gun on Lew until he The traps were set around it in a
116 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
ring, twenty feet away. Lew picked wandering the gray trackless prairie
up three rats. until Geese came and found him.
He floundered on, through deep The Cajun should be at camp now,
mud that sank under his feet, across already half through his skinning.
a bayou where water came almost to But when Lew rounded the bayou
his boot tops, into the tangling, bend it was not his partner’s voice
sharp-edged grass again. He did not that greeted him. He looked around
see the geese and ducks start from at the hail, and saw Maurice Cherami
his path with a sound like the rise on the bank. His boat was moored
of seaplanes. He did not notice the a little below the palmetto hut.
herons go with slow, long flaps, Lew frowned as he turned in to
skimming away toward quieter wa ward the bank and shipped his oars.
ter, nor the blackbirds fly, chatter He had been too busy, since his row
ing protests and showing a flash of with Jackson, to think much about
red. He was unaware, even, of the him. But the vague threat of trou
thick-bodied, ugly-headed mocca ble with the man had remained. And
sins that swam and wriggled out of here was Cherami, waiting at their
his way. camp. He didn’t like it.
Lev/ only knew that he was so
weary every step was pain. That HEN Lew went ashore, the
the muskrats and double-jawed traps
on his back seemed to weigh half a
ton. That the unfamiliar, treacher
W Cajun’s face showed an in
gratiating smile. He held
out his hand as though he were an
ous marsh conspired to hold him old friend.
back. Every day, now, for two “ You do good, yes. Already you
months and more, he had made this are a trapper.”
weary round, covering on foot the Lew grunted. “ Not so you could
same sized territory Geese worked, notice it. It takes me twice as long
using a pirogue. 1 to do anything as it ought to.
It was beginning to tell on him, Where’s Geese?”
this output of strength it took to Cherami shrugged. “ I don’t know,
make up what he lacked in skill by me. You should know that.”
sheer force. When he went to bed “ He usually gets in ahead of me,”
at night he fell like a log, dead Lew said. “ Where’s your partner?”
asleep. When he woke in the morn “ What you mean? I got no part
ing he did not feel rested. Yet he ner, no.”
had kept up with Geese, and was “ I thought you worked with Jack-
still keeping up. That was all that son.”
mattered to Lew. They were get Cherami shrugged again. “ Some
ting the rats, and he was keeping up time we go together, but we are not
his end. partners, us. I am not such good
He plodded on, his jaw thrust for friend with Jackson to make part
ward, shoulders humped under his ners with him.”
load, one booted foot following the That was a lie, as Lew knew from
other with weary, dogged persis what Geese had told him. He nearly
tence. He came finally to the bayou said so. But the way Cherami was
where he had left his skiff and looking at him made him hold his
dumped his burden with a grunt of tongue. Cherami wanted him to
relief. Sometimes he had not been think that he and Jackson weren’t
able to find the skiff and spent hours friends.
YOU CAN K IL L A FOOL 117
While Lew carried his rats up to EW, watching close, saw Mau
camp and started skinning, Cherami rice’s eyes flick away, then
sat around and talked agreeably —^ back again. But his speech
about nothing much. He even was easy, sure.
offered to help, but Lew refused. It “ These people I work for are up
was a point of pride with him to in St. Louis. Mississippi Valley
do all his share of work himself, and Fur, that’s their name. You have
he didn’t want Cherami’s help any heard about that house, Geese.”
way. He wanted to find out what he “ They haven’t had anybody to buy
was after. for them since old Paul Villery died.
But though the man talked a lot, How is it that they hire you now,
he did not come to the point. Under Maurice?”
cover of his work, Lew watched him. “ They need fur, and I know rats,
But there was nothing to be learned me. You want to sell these, Geese?”
from Cherami’s face. It was pointed, Geese looked from his cousin to
like the face of a fox. His eyes were the furs drying beside the camp and
twinkling points of light. He talked back again. It looked to Lew as if
on easily, completely at home here he were about to close with Maurice.
in the camp as if he had only stopped “ I tell you what I do,” he said. “ I
for a visit. sell you what furs are here and you
Lew had begun to worry about his can take them away in your boat.
partner when Geese’s dugout came But you have to pay me cash, yes.”
round the bend. He was standing Cherami’s grin widened.
up, feet braced in the narrow craft “ You are make a joke,” he said.
to keep balance, shoving it along “ No joke. I sell for cash, or I
with the sure, powerful strokes of a don’t sell, no.”
twelve-foot pole. “ But this is crazy, chei. Look,
He did not answer Cherami’s here is fifty dollar------”
greeting, but landed in silence and Geese walked away, leaving Che
walked up till they stood face to rami standing there with his wallet
face. in his hands.
“ What you want here?” “ I am not so crazy as you think,
The ingratiating grin did not Maurice. You haven’t got cash and
leave Cherami’s face. you won’t get it.”
“ I am come for a little talk, Geese. For half an hour Cherami stayed
You are late. I hear you have done to argue. He walked up and down
good this season. You have got lots beside Geese as he carried his rats
of rats here.” up to camp. He sat beside him while
“ I have a partner that’s not afraid he ripped open the shining brown
for work. We have got plenty rats, skins. Geese did not answer at all.
prime, too. Most of those skin they He paid no attention to his cousin.
are worth a dollar.” Lew followed his partner’s lead.
“ You want to sell those rat?” Gradually the smile left Cherami’s
Geese stood off and looked at Mau face. He began to talk angrily and
rice for a long moment. make excited gestures with his
“ So,” he said, “that is why you hands. Finally he began to abuse
are come. You want for buy my skin both Geese and Lew. His final
of rat. I have not heard you are words, as he walked to his boat,
hired to buy rat for anybody, Mau were:
rice.” “You will be sorry you make such
118 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
a fool. I would have treat you good of pirates, but they sure give you a
because you are my cousin, even good time. That orange wine beats
though you are partners with a for even corn liquor.”
eigner------” The rest of what he “That is the way with us down
said was drowned by the sound of here. We trap and we trawl on the
his engine. Gulf. That is hard, yes. When the
For a while the only sound was season is over or the wind is blow
the rip of skins as the sharp knives so a man can’t work, we enjoy our
flew. Then Lew said: self to make up. When we have sell
“ Think he’ll try to make us any all those skin of rat we will give a
trouble?” party for our friends, us.”
Geese laid down his knife and “ You’re shoutin’ right we will,
looked for a long moment toward boy! W e’ll give ’em a party they
the empty marsh into which Che- won’t forget. Geese, this is just an
rami’s boat had disappeared. other season to you, but it’s more
“ By he’self, he can only talk. He than that to this Georgia boy. You
hasn’t got any inside, Maurice. But know what my uncle said to me
if he is with that Jackson, then we when I lit out? He said: ‘Go ahead
should look out. This is what I and starve to death! I’m fed up
1’ ' from a man I saw up in Red playin’ nursemaid to a pig-headed
Bay. I talk to this man a fool, and you won’t find anybody else
long time, that is why I got back to take the job on. Get out, but
late. don’t you come back here whining.
“Jackson was not even game war I’m through with you.’
den when he took those duck from “ That’s what he said, and every
my boat. The government had fire body down this way told me I was a
him, two-t’ree days before. He is blamed fool to try and make money
one thief like a man who breaks into trapping. Maybe I am, but I’m a
your house.” thousand dollars ahead for three
months’ work. W ill be when we
CHAPTER V. clean up. When’s that fur buyer
coming?”
ATTACK.
A slight frown broke the placid
HOUGH his head felt some good nature of Geese’s face.
“ Then somebody fixed it,” Lew peering at him. “ Have you got
said. “ Timers don’t generally bust sick?”
like that all by themselves.” “ Gone,” Lew said. “ Somebody’s
“ You think somebody came and been here and swiped every daw-
break my engine so it don’t run? gone hide on the place. They even
Buf no, Lew. Nobody would do that took that ’gator you shot.”
thing to Geese leBouf. That en Geese took it very badly. He
gine is old, yes. It has broken it cursed himself for a fool to go off
self.” and leave so much fur unwatched.
“ Maybe so. It is pretty old. If He ran around the camp like a dog,
it wasn’t for Jackson going to Texas, searching vainly for the furs that
I’d blame it on him.” were not there. Every little while
“ I’m glad that man is gone, me,” he would stop to repeat that delta
Geese said, digging his paddle extra men were honest men, and wonder
hard. “ Of him alone, or Maurice who could have done this thing to
alone, I am not afraid. Together, Geese leBouf.
no one can know what they might Lew finally caught him by the
do. And they do not like us. I am arms and shook him till his bones
glad he is go.” rattled.
“ Quit it!” he said. “ W e aren’t
AMP came in sight suddenly, going to get anywhere acting crazy
some one as a short way to his trap- mud of the bottom. Then he was
ping grounds. Lew asked no ques coming up and his side felt like fire.
tions, Geese, now that his first wild A bullet struck close enough to
anger was over, knew what he was splash him the instant his head
about. And he needed his breath broke water. The white launch, her
for paddling. engine running raggedly, had started
to move. It came to Lew that the
I
F Lew had been able to see ahead, thieves must have stopped here to
things might have gone differ make repairs. Then he saw Geese
ently. But the dugout was so a few yards away, fighting gamely,
small that he rode backward, and so but going down.
cranky that he could hardly turn Lew got him by the hair, turned
without danger of upsetting. His on his back, and took a firmer hold
first knowledge that any one else was with an elbow under Geese’s chin.
near come when they shot out from The boat was going out of the pond,
the narrow canal into a wide pond. down another bayou. Some one had
Geese let out one wild yell. a rifle trained from the cabin win
“ They are here! It is Maurice!” dow, shooting at them methodically.
His arms did not leave the driving It seemed to Lew impossible that a
rhythm of his stroke. Instead of direct shot or a ricochet should not
turning in toward the bank where get them. Each bullet sounded
they would have the advantage of closer, and more angry when it
cover, Geese kept straight on. In struck. And the boat went slowly,
his excitement and anger he did not too slowly. Suddenly he realized
think of strategy at all. that she was going to stop while the
Turning his head slightly, Lew marksman finished them. It was all
could see the stern of a launch. up.
They were heading almost straight The thought came, but did not lin
for it, and now could do nothing but ger. He wasn’t dead yet, and as long
go on. They wouldn’t have a chance, as he was alive he’d be doing some
but Lew slipped out his gun and thing—-take a chance.
cocked it. If he could get in one
shot, it wouldn’t be so hard to take. EW suddenly threw up one arm
Two sounds came to him, almost and stopped swimming. He
together: the first, explosion of an -A sank, pulling Geese strug
engine starting, and the loud report gling after him. He had to fight
of a rifle fired over water. Geese with all his strength to keep them
lurched sidewise, took one more down. But he did stay, and pres
stroke, then dropped his paddle and ently the body in his arm grew limp.
clapped both hands to his thigh. As Geese had swallowed enough water
he turned and fired a wild shot, Lew to make him quiet.
felt ripping pain tear at his ribs. By that time, Lew’s own lungs
The impact threw him off balance were bursting. But he held out for
and. the next instant he had to stop a quarter minute longer, letting out
breathing or swallow water. Down the last bubble of air. When he
under the surface the bayou was cold rose, he fully expected a bullet to
as ice. He threw out his arms to go through his head the moment it
check himself and opened his eyes. showed.
It was as dark down there as it was But nothing struck him. He came
cold. One hand touched the slimy up, gasping the clear, sweet air and
YOU CA N K I L L A F O OL 121
looked about. The thieves, deceived waste time. I’m going to carry you
into thinking him dead, had gone. to the river where we left that traw
It took nearly ten minutes to get ler’s skiff this morning.”
Geese back to consciousness. But “ But that is three m ile! You can’t
his life of hard struggle against wa walk there with me on top and your
ter and marsh had made him tough. side all hurt.”
He grinned up at Lew. “ Maybe I can’t,” Lew said. “ But
“ I am a fool, me,” he said. I’m going to. Come on.”
“ You’re all right,” Lew told him. Geese took one good look at his
“ A little too much guts, but all partner’s jaw and struggled upright,
right.” holding to a willow.
He cut off Geese’s trouser leg and “ You are one fool,” he said, as Lew
tightened a rag above the wound hoisted him, “but you will do the
with a stick for leverage. When the way you have make your mind.”
blood stopped flowing he saw a neat,
round bullet hole but no splintered CHAPTER VI.
bones. He hoped there weren’t any
NO SHAPE FO R LAU GH TER.
under the flesh. Lew knew by the
grating pain in his own side that at OON had gone when Lew let
least one rib was broken. That
didn’t matter much, now. He had
once played half of a football game
N his partner slide to the
ground for the last time.
Geese was perfectly limp, lifeless as
with a broken rib. a sack of grain. Lew didn’t even
Geese shook himself and sat up. notice. He dropped him on the short
“ You can go back,” he said. grass and sagged down.
“ Leave me here while you go back For a while, then, Lew seemed to
and get the skiff at the camp.” die, himself. He knew only that a
Instead of answering, Lew broke deep pain shot from his side all
off a dead willow branch and waded through him. His heart labored and
out toward the overturned dugout strained, as a man strains in a stifling
which was floating slowly toward heat with a heavy load. For three
shore. He finally brought it in close, terrible miles he had carried Geese
only to give it a disgusted shove. with that pain burning him. Some
There were three bullet holes in the times it felt as if his ribs would pull
bottom. He went back and sat be apart and fall out. Sometimes they
side Geese. grated together horribly.
“ It is best for you to go back,” The way he had come was track
Geese began again. “ You are hurt, less. There had been mud which
cher. You have a side all over gave and sank under his feet; grass
blood.” that made a tangled barrier to be
“Yeah,” Lew said absently. “ How pushed through; water where he had
do you feel, Geese? How strong, I to wade, sometimes, to his waist.
mean.” Part of the way Geese had been
“ I feel pretty good. I can’t walk, clear-headed and able to guide him,
no. But I am all right to stay here pointing out the high spots where
till you get a boat. If you can go the going was best. Other times,
with that hurt.” when loss of blood took his partner’s
“ We aren’t going back,” Lew told mind away, Lew had to make it
him. “ Those birds will get clean alone.
away and have the furs sold if we As his strength came back, Lew
122 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
thought of all that and pushed it they were going upstream. Geese
away as a man throws off the mem called out the landmarks when he
ory of a bad dream. He hadn’t quit. was watching. Part of the time he
Every so often he had set Geese kept his eyes closed, only half con
down and collected himself. But he scious. The sun tilted slowly down
had gone on, and he was going on behind them. Two ships passed and
from here. made choppy waves that banged
Under the steep bank the river ran them around.
by. Looking through the screen of
willows Lew could see it spreading UDDENLY Geese said: “ I hear
out like a lake. This was the widest
point of the delta, here just above
the passes. And this was where they
S something.” Lew didn’t hear
anything, but they had talked
over the possibility of some trap
had left the skiff. per’s boat or a trawler coming along
Geese stirred and moaned a little. to give them a tow. After a while
As Lew looked he opened his eyes. the dull throb of a Deisel motor
“ How do you feel, Geese?” came to Lew. Geese said:
The brown was all faded from “ That’s the Rita. Swing out. Go
Geese’s face. He looked shrunken to the middle. They’ll pick us up.”
and small. But he grinned and said: Lew swung the bow and a moment
“ I feel fine, me.” later the full sweep of the current
Lew heaved himself up and went caught them. He couldn’t feel it,
to look for the skiff. It was there, exactly. But when he took a stroke
where they had left it, in a small the boat hardly moved. All around
dent in the shore. He went down them the surface was broken by little
and baled out six inches of water ripples that changed their pattern
and climbed back for Geese. They all the time. Current made that.
nearly fell twice going down, and Lew stuck his paw a little farther
Lew’s ribs wrenched and grated the out and put what strength he had
way they never had before. He had left into his stroke.
to sit down on the thwart with his “ Hurry,” Geese said. “ They are
head between his knees and rest be too far yet.”
fore he picked up the oars. Lew tried, and managed to speed
Rowing hurt, too. When he fin their progress a little. But the squat,
ished a stroke, Lew didn’t see how freight boat passed when they were
he could take another one. The scarcely a hundred yards from shore.
bank crawled by, slower than a walk. Men on her decks and old man Drus-
It would take forever to go the sac in the pilot house waved cheer
twelve miles to town. Even close to fully in answer to their wild ges
the shore where the eddy helped, tures.
old man Mississippi was hard to go The only sign of their disappoint
against. ment was a silence broken by the
But after a while Lew steadied to squeak of oars against thole pins.
it. He got into a slow, monotonous Lew had to keep rowing, no matter
habit of stroking. He didn’t think; what happened. He suddenly no
just rowed. His side hurt in a dull ticed that his hands ached, and the
sort of way with little twinges when palms were sore.
the ribs moved suddenly. But he Geese said: “ W e might as well
was used to that, too. Banks and go across, yes. The mail boat comes
trees went by, gray and dull. But in close over there.”
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Finally they reached quieter wa through his teeth—over and over.
ter on the other side. Lew pushed He didn’t even know he was singing
the boat’s nose up on the mud and till Geese’s voice told him to shut
dropped his head between his knees. up.
He stayed that way until Geese It was a good thing Geese had
spoke from the stern. waked. A light mist obscured every
“This is too hard, Lew. You will thing beyond a hundred yards, and
kill you’self. Wait here till some Lew would have run by the town on
one come by and------” the opposite shore. He would sim
“Let ’em get clear on up to New ply have rowed on till he dropped.
Orleans with those furs! W e’re go But Geese, recognized every inden
ing on through!” tation and tree, told him to cross.
Geese called him a fool and let it Lew was so dulled, by now, that
go at that. Lew backed off the mud Geese had to give him directions for
and settled down to the steady strok keeping the skiff quartering up
ing that had carried them this far. stream. He didn’t even feel the tug
It became plain, after a while, that of current sweeping down. He just
Geese had misjudged the time. The rowed.
mail boat did not appear, and they But when Geese called, “ We are
knew she must have passed already. there! I can see lights,” Lew turned
Other boats came, but' none close his head, .and the deep v/ell of
enough to hail, except ocean vessels strength within him flowed again. A
which had no intention of stopping string of lights like faint stars bent
for a skiff. round a river curve.
The sun made the river rusty and Lew did not land at the lower end
gold for a while, then it was black. of town. He brought them in be
Stars blinked in the quiet where Lew side the post-office wharf where
was rowing. His oars dipped into some trappers’ boats were tied, shov
the reflections, shattering them. ing the skiff’s nose right up against
Suddenly he knew that he couldn’t the levee. Geese’s sleep had done
row any more after the next stroke. him good. With Lew’s help, he man
He pulled over to the bank with his aged to get up the steep bank on his
last strength and again sank his head own legs. Then he sent Lew to
in his hands. look for a coffee can in the engine
There" was no comment from room of a certain boat tied along
Geese, and when Lew turned he saw side.
him as an inert heap on the stern. Lew came back and handed him a
He crawled back and found Geese revolver.
dead asleep, completely worn out. “ Take this thing,” he said. “ I
Lew let him stay. After a while he couldn’t hit a barn door. Can’t even
pulled himself together, tightened open my hands.”
his blistered, aching palms around “ Mr. Karns has lock the post
the oars, and went on. office,” Geese said. “ The constable
will be in his bed, yes. If we wait,
IME stopped, now. There
L
through clenched teeth. EW opened his eyes to blink
But at last they passed the shut at a room full of people.
tered lights of Snyder’s barroom and
came to a house which appeared -* Geese’s mother and sister
dark. It was dark, except for a yel were staring at him. A fat man was
low streak beneath the door. And reaching into a black bag on the foot
as they lurched down the levee bank, of the bed. This man turned and
the clink of glass sounded from in looked at him with twinkling blue
side. Some one was in Maurice Che- eyes.
rami’s house. “ How do you feel?” he asked.
Geese banged on the door. A Lew became aware that his whole
thick voice shouted: “ Come in!” left side was bound so tightly he
“Drunk,” Lew said. “ Too drunk could scarcely move. That was all
even to lock the door.” He swung it right. They fixed you that way
wide. when you broke a rib.
Against one wall of the small room “ Q. K.,” he said happily. “ Where’s
Maurice Cherami sat with a glass in Geese?”
his hand. Opposite, Jackson was “ I’m here, me.”
pouring himself a drink. Between Geese lay in a bed next his, grin
them, the muskrat hides lay strewn ning all over his round face. Then
on the floor, a few done up into somebody stepped around from be
bales. Geese’s alligator skin hung hind and picked up Lew’s hand. His
on a nail. uncle’s face was all drawn, as if he
For a long moment none of the hadn’t slept. His eyes had worried
four spoke. Jackson and Cherami lines around them, but right now he
stared as if ghosts had suddenly looked glad about something.
walked in. Then the superstitious “ Good gosh, boy!” he said. “ I '
fear went out of Jackson’s eyes. He thought you weren’t ever going to
got to his feet. come out of it.”
“You’re tough to kill,” he said. Lew grinned. “ I’m all right,” he
“ But I’m going to make sure this said. “ How about those furs?”
time.” Lew saw that he had a skin “ Sold and shipped north,” his
ning knife in his hand. By the look uncle said. “ And those two crooks
in Jackson’s eyes, he knew that he are in jail. Geese shot the French
was drunk enough and desperate man just as he was drawing down
enough to do anything. He had no on you. They had to pry your hands
weapon of his own. Now Cherami loose from around Jackson’s neck.”
had come to life and was reaching Lew sighed and straightened his
for a holstered gun on his chair back. body under the covers.
Lew reeled a little, and heard Geese “ How long do I have to stay here,
curse in French. doc?”
“ You can travel in four-five days,
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maybe,” the doctor told him, “ Your The doctor shook his head.
uncle can take you back, then.” “ You can’t go back into the
“ What do you mean, ‘back’ ?” prairie,” he said. “ You ought to be
“ Son,” his uncle said, “ I was dead now. The thing to do is go
wrong about that timber. W e’re a home and get plenty of rest till your
bull-headed family, but I’m willing strength comes back.”
to admit it, now. You come along “ I’ll be strong enough Saturday!
back and cut it. I need you, son.” If I can travel I can work. W e’ve
Lew turned to Geese, and Geese got two weeks trapping before the
nodded, grinning. season ends.”
“ That is all right, Lew,” he said. The doctor opened his mouth to
“ I have got friends that will finish protest, but Lew’s uncle stopped
for us down there. I will send you him.
what you have make this season.” “ Don’t argue, doc. I know this
Lew propped himself on an el boy. W e’ve got a saying back in
bow.” Georgia that should have been made
“ I’m going down there and finish up for him. W e say:
it myself! You get somebody to “ ‘You can kill a fool, but a dog
take your place and we’ll go down gone mule is a mule until he dies!’
Saturday. When I get done trap “And that goes for Lew Rice.
ping I’ll think about going to Ornery as a mule, and just as
Georgia, not any sooner.” tough.”
crepit car clattered past them, and over all of ’em. The day’s coming
a few yards on drew to a stop. Four when he’s going to be champ. He
men dropped out of it quickly, and wouldn’t have any trouble handling
crossed into the Duke’s path. your man—only he didn’t come to
“ Wait a minute!” the foremost Carmel to fight.”
called. “ You’re Elliot, ain’t you—
the prize fighter?” cCa r t h y grunted. “ May
The Duke stopped, breathing
deeply. Carl Rost drew up along
side. Hunter eyed the quartet sus
M be you think Veach is no
good because he ain’t a pro
fessional fighter. Say, he’s better
piciously as he joined them. right now than half the pugs that’re
“ I’m Elliot,” the Duke answered. fightin’ for money. He’s got to be
“ Thought so,” said the speaker. champ of the mines because he packs
“ My name’s McCarthy and this is a punch. He ain’t like your New
Chuck Veach. I was thinkin’ you York pugs. He never paid anybody
and Chuck ought to get together. to lay down for him.”
He’s champ of the mines.” Carl Rost’s smile faded. “ I don’t
The Duke thrust out his hand, like your tone, McCarthy. You can’t
taking an appraising look at Veach. insinuate that the Duke is crooked,
The champ of the mines was built and get away with it. He’s the clean
like a gorilla—thick-trunked, his est scrapper in the ring. He fights
head stuck close to his chunky fair, but he’s not wasting himself on
shoulders, long dangling arms. scrubs.”
“ Glad to know you,” the Duke “ ‘Scrubs!’ ” McCarthy barked.
said. “ How long’ve you been champ “ Are you calling Veach a scrub?
of the mines?” Say, you can’t get away wfith that!
“ More’n a year now,” Veach an If you think Elliot’s so good, why’re
swered in a grumbling voice. “ Some you afraid to match him with
of the boys’ve tried to take the title Veach?- Because you know Veach’ll
away from me, but all of ’em’ve knock him out and spoil his pretty
ended up knocked cold.” reputation, that’s why!”
McCarthy spoke up. “ Sure. Rost’s face was hard-set now.
Veach is a sweet hitter. I’m his “ You’re trying to egg us into a
manager, and we come out here fight, McCarthy, but it won’t work.
huntin’ for you. We thought it Afraid of Veach! That’s a joke! If
would be a good idea to stage a lit the Duke ever got into a ring with
tle bout—Elliot and Veach.” your man, it would be slaughter.
Carl Rost laughed. “ Sorry, Mc Come on, Duke.”
Carthy. The Duke didn’t come here Carl Rost jogged into a trot. As
to fight. He’s taking a vacation. the Duke moved to follow him,
I’m his manager, and I’m going to Veach’s hand shot out and fastened
see to it that he gets a rest.” on his arm.
McCarthy’s lips curled. “ You “ Wait a minute, E lliot!” he grum
must be afraid to have him fight bled. “ Can’t you talk for yourself?
Veach,” he declared sullenly. I’m askin’ you for a fight, and if
Rost snickered again. “ There’s you’re man enough to fight me,
no reason why I should be afraid of you’ll give me the chance.”
that,” he answered. “ The Duke’s The Duke smiled. “ I don’t like
tackled some of the biggest bruisers you, Veach. I wouldn’t mind smash
in the ring, and he’s got decisions ing your nose for you, but Carl’s my
128 T H E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
manager and what he says goes. their faces. They paused and waited
Sorry.” for the air to clear, while the flivver
He disengaged Veach’s hand, and rattled out of sight.
began to jog along toward the spot “ If he talks to me like that again,”
where Rost had stopped. Hunter Duke Elliot said quickly, “ I’m going
trotted beside him. They had gone to make him sorry for it.”
only a few yards when Veach called “ You leave that mug alone,
out: Duke!” Rost exclaimed impatiently.
“ You’re too yella to fight me! “ You’ve got to save yourself for
That’s what’s the matter with you.” Mike Conlin. You’re heading into
The Duke stopped. His hands your biggest scrap, and you can’t go
clenched, and he turned back. wasting your fists on any tough guy
Quickly Carl Rost grabbed his arm. that thinks he can lick you. You’ve
“ Hold on, Duke! Let it pass!” got to let Veach alone!”
“ You heard what he said, Carl!”
the Duke answered tersely. “ He uke e l l i o t was eating
can’t talk to me like that!”
“ He’s trying to make you mad,
that’s all!” Rost protested. “ He’s
D dinner in the dining room of
the little hotel. Rost and
Hunter sat beside him, tallting
trying to make you mad enough to quietly. The vacation se;ason w as
fight him! You can’t waste yourself not yet fully under way, but half
scrapping with a punk like him. the tables in the room *vere occui:;ied.
Come on!” Several well-dressed weraon \v-:re
Rost tugged again at the Duke’s sending frequent, adrrlirin orr orr]n -•
aces
arm, pulling him into a run. They toward t he Duke’s tab!ie, but he was
trotted on, the three of them. Veach not aware of it.
called again, repeating his insult, “ Gosh, Duke, you’ll be up pretty
and the Duke’s face paled. Rost far when you knock Conlin out!”
kept behind the Duke, prodding him Hunter declared. “ You’ll be pretty
on until they completed rounding close to the belt.”
the bend. “ I hope I knock him out,” the
“ Fine guys!” Hunter exclaimed. Duke answered, “but I’m not making
“ That big gorilla is so far out of the any guarantees. He’s hard to hit,
Duke’s class he makes me laugh!” and still harder to get off his feet.”
The old car had started up again. “ You’ve got to knock him out,
It came jangling along the road, and Duke!” Rost exclaimed. “ If you
slowed when it was alongside the don’t where’ll we be? Right back
three running men. McCarthy was where be started from. It’s been a
at the wheel. Leaning over, he long, hard pull, getting where we
shouted: are. W e’re not going to take any
“ If your would-be pug ever gets setbacks now. You’re going to jar
enough guts into him to fight a real Conlin clear through the canvas.”
man, let us know. Veach’ll flatten “ I’ll try my best, Carl,” the Duke
him out so quick he’ll think it was said.
an earthquake!” They finished their desserts, rose,
The Duke’s face flashed fiery red. and wandered out to the veranda of
Rost elbowed at him, keeping him the little hotel. The sun was just
running. When none of the three sinking behind the horizon, and the
answered, the car jangled on, kick coolness of night was coming into
ing up a cloud of dust that beat into the air. They sauntered down to
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the street and began striding along “ Duke, you can’t let him egg you
briskly. o n ! He’s trying to get you to fight,
“ Funny town,” Rost opined. “ Half that’s all! If you go over there and
of it is well-to-do people taking the hit him the whole gang’ll jump on
mountain air, and the other half is you!”
toughs from the mines who’re black “ He’s going to take that back!”
as the ace of spades. I guess they Duke Elliot declared grimly.
come up here after work to see how The little manager waved his arms
society looks. I can’t blame ’em— about frantically.
after spending all day a mile under “Listen, Duke! You’ve got to
ground.” save yourself for Conlin! I’m man-
They were walking along together. aging you, and you’ve got to do what
As they paused to look at the posters I say! If you go over there and hit
in front of the town’s movie palace, that mug, you’ll have to get yourself
a grumbling voice came from across another manager!”
the street: The Duke looked intently into
“ Yeah, that’s him—the dude. He Rost’s eyes.
calls himself a fighter, but he won’t “ Do you mean that, Carl?” he
fight. Ain’t he pretty?” asked coldly.
The Duke’s muscles tightened. “ Why shouldn't I mean it?” Rost
Carl Rost’s hand shot out restrain- demanded. “ I spend all my days and
ingly. Disregarding his manager’s nights training you, getting you into
caution, the Duke turned, looking tiptop shape, and you want to get
across. A pool room was located yourself mauled up by a gang of
across the street, and in front of it tough miners! I’m trying to make
“ Chuck” Veach was standing. Half you champ, and you want to threw
a score of miners were loitering in all your chances away for the sake
front of the building. They were of something that wise guy said!
laughing at Veach’s thrust at the Go ahead over there and hit him if
Duke. you want to—get yourself smashed
“ Never mind that guy, Duke!” up! But when you hit him I quit
Carl Rost warned. “ Come on and being your manager!”
get away from here!” The Duke said tightly: “ All right,
Duke Elliot did not move. Veach Carl.”
was speaking again, in a voice loud “ Maybe you think I’m rotten to
enough for the whole street to hear: say a thing like that,” Rost rushed
“ Sure, I tried to get him to fight on, “but I’m only thinking of you,
me, but he wouldn’t do it! He’s Duke! Gosh, you’re a great fighter
afraid of me—that’s the reason! He —and what if that gang jumped on
can’t buy me off like he’s bought off you and hurt you so you could never
all the other fighters he’s ever got fight again? Think of that!”
into a ring with. I sure would like “All right, Carl,” the Duke said
the chance of plantin’ my fist in that again.
baby face of his!”
“ Duke!” Carl Rost pleaded. E stepped aside. Veach was
The Duke tore loose from his
manager’s hand. He began to cross
the street, straight for Veach. Rost
H still talking in a loud voice,
denouncing Elliot.
crowd around him was laughing
The
jerked ahead wildly, planted himself sneeringly. The Duke stepped to
in the Duke’s path, and stopped him. ward the curb, his gaze settled
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Carmel Courier. The Duke’s eyes “ We can’t let anybody make a joke
skimmed swiftly over the prominent out of us. If we went out of here
item: now, everybody would laugh all the
harder. Like as not it would get
E L L I O T , P R O F E S S IO N A L
into the New York papers, and we’d
B O X E R , S ID E S T E P S A
CHALLENGE FROM LOCAL
never hear the last of it. You’re my
C H A M P IO N O F T H E M IN E S !
manager, Carl, and I do what you
say in most cases. But this time I
Duke E lliot, w ell know n as a p ro fe s can’t let you stop me. I’m going to
sional prize fighter, has not seen fit to fight Veach, and I’m going to drop
accept the challenge o f Chuck V each,
M iners’ Champion. In spite o f V e a ch ’s
him.”
persistent invitations, E llio t w ill not deign “ No, Duke! N o!”
to put on g lov es with the lo ca l champ.
R um or says that E llio t has sized up f I ’IHE door of the room opened
V each co rrectly , and is w isely determ ined I suddenly. Hunter, the Duke’s
to keep his face in its present handsom e
con dition. Since V each is fam ous fo r handler, hurried in noisily,
his hard hitting, perhaps E llio t cannot be his eyes wide. He had a copy of
blam ed fo r that. T his is unfortunate fo r the Carmel Courier in his hands. He
the Carmel fight fans, fo r otherw ise we tossed it aside as he rapidly spoke:
m ight have had the sa tisfa ction o f seeing
a local boy win a k n ock-out over a “ b ig ”
“ Listen—I just saw Mike Conlin
N ew Y ork boxer. on the street!”
“ Conlin?” Rost asked quickly.
Duke Elliot’s jaw clamped shut. “ You couldn’t ’ve seen Conlin!”
He dropped the paper, eying Rost “ He is here— I just saw him!”
grimly. Rost was still throwing Hunter insisted. “ He’s keeping out
clothes into the suitcases. Elliot of sight. He slipped away as soon
grasped his arm tightly. as I saw him. There’s only one rea
“ Put those things back, Carl,” he son why that bird’s here—that’s be
said. cause the Duke’s here. I’ll bet my
“What do you mean—‘put ’em last dollar that he’s behind this thing
back!’ W e’re not going to stay with Veach!”
here! After what they printed in Carl Rost’s teeth dug deeply into
that paper? It’s a dirty deal, and his unlighted cigar. “ Conlin! Hun
we’re getting out!” ter, you’re right. You’ve doped this
“W e’re not getting out,” Duke El thing out right. If Conlin’s here,
liot answered firmly. “ W e’re not you can bet your last pair of pants
going to run away from this. I’m that he’s behind this. He’s the one
not going to let it pass. This calls who’s been getting Veach to try to
for a show-down, and Veach is going pick a fight with you, Duke!”
to get it!” “ Whether Conlin’s behind it or
“ Duke, you can’t let yourself be not,” the Duke said grimly, “ Veach
dragged into a fight with that bum! isn’t going to get away with it.”
You know you’ve got to be in tiptop “ Duke, wait a minute! Can’t you
shape to fight Conlin. You can’t go see what’s been going on? Conlin’s
into the ring and face Conlin if been getting Veach to egg you into
you’re all bashed up! What if Veach a fight. Veach is tough. He’ll light
broke a rib for you—we’d have to into you with everything he’s got.”
cancel the bout with Conlin because “ I’ll take my chances on getting
of it! It’s not worth the risk!” hurt,” the Duke declared.
“ Listen, Carl,” the Duke said. He turned, jerked open the door,
132 TH E P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
and strode out, Rost calling after him “ I’m going to fight him when and
anxiously. The Duke did not stop; where he says.”
he strode to the stairs and ran down “ No, you’d better not,” Hines went
them. As he slammed out the street on. “ I think you can lick him, and
door, Rost and Hunter came trotting it would be a big thing for the town
after him breathlessly. if there was a fight, but you’ve got
The Duke strode along the side to realize that it’s dangerous. Veach
walk swiftly. Near the end of the is an idol to the miners. They think
block was a building with a painted he’s a wonder. If you managed to
sign on its front: Carmel Courier. knock him out, they wouldn’t like
Elliot pushed through the door. The it. If you registered a clean knock
front office was empty, but sounds of out, they’d think there was some
activity were coming from the rear. thing crooked behind it—see? The
Without stopping, the Duke strode chances are a hundred to one that
beyond the partition. if you won over Veach, they’d mob
The smell of printer’s ink was you.”
thick in the air. A shirt-sleeved “You heard that, Duke!” Carl Rost
man was picking scrap paper from exclaimed. “ You get out of here
the floor. He straightened as the and leave this thing alone!”
Duke strode toward him. “ They’d do it,” Hines declared
“ Where’s the editor of this pa gravely, wagging his head. “ They’re
per?” the Duke demanded. a tough bunch. They’d mob you in a
“ I’m Hines. I’m the editor—and minute if you knocked out Veach.
everything else.” Once they get started on a rampage,
“You’re the man I want to see. nothing can stop ’em.”
I’m Duke Elliot. Don’t worry; I’m Duke Elliot had turned. He was
not here to beat you up for what you peering through the front window.
printed. I’m here to give you a He strode forward suddenly, and out
piece of news. I’m accepting Veach’s through the door. With a sigh of
challenge to a fight, and it will be relief, Rost followed; but his relief
held anywhere, any time he wants was short-lived. The Duke had seen
to have it.” McCarthy, Veach’s manager, across
Carl Rost and Hunter had come the street. He had McCarthy’s arm
trotting into the room behind the now, and was leading him back into
Duke. Elliot silenced them with a the newspaper office.
gesture when they began to protest. “ You want me to fight Veach, and
Hines wiped his inky hands on a I’m going to do it,” the Duke de
scrap of paper, wagging his head in clared. “ The sooner you want it,
dissent to the Duke’s statement. the better. It can all go into the
“ I wouldn’t do that, Mr. Elliot,” next edition of the paper. Name
he said. “ I didn’t like printing that the place and time right now.”
about you, but I had to do it. The McCarthy’s eyes gleamed. “ You
miners are the biggest part of my won’t go through with it. You’ll
subscription list, and I’ve got to back out because you’re afraid of
please them. If I didn’t, they him.”
wouldn’t buy my paper, and I “ When?” the Duke demanded.
couldn’t run my business. You’d “ Where?”
better just forget it, and leave Veach McCarthy sneered. “ Make it to
alone.” morrow night, in the clubrooms.
“ You heard me,” the Duke said. Eight o’clock.”
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“ To-morrow night, eight o’clock,” Carl Rost was chewing his cigar
the Duke repeated. “ Have your man savagely as he stared at Conlin. He
there, and have him ready to fight.” stepped closer.
“ How many rounds?” McCarthy “ Funny you happen to be in this
asked. town right now, Conlin,” he as
“ W e’ll fight until one of us is serted. “ What’re you trying to get
knocked out, whether it takes one away with? Let me tell you, you’re
round or fifty.” getting away with nothing. No mat
“ Suits me,” McCarthy grinned. ter what Veach does to the Duke to
“ Veach’ll take half of the gate.” night, there’ll be enough left to lay
“ He can have the money. All of you out when he gets into the ring
it,” Duke Elliot declared. “ All I with you in New York!”
want is the chance to fight him.” “ Yeah?” Conlin drawled. “ It’ll be
He strode past McCarthy and out lucky for the Duke if Veach plasters
the door. Carl Rost and Hunter him to-night—’cause then he won’t
trotted along after him, scowling, have to take any kayo from me in
worried. New York. Maybe that’s what he’s
“ It’ll ruin us!” Rost groaned. “ It’ll figuring on.”
ruin everything!” “ Don’t make me laugh, Conlin!”
The Duke was smiling. “ I feel a Rost snapped. “ You’re afraid of the
lot better already, Carl,” he said. D '' ke. You’ve been trying every
\
v. ay you know how to get out of
EVEN THIRTY. The light be fighting him. First you tried to
tween Duke Elliot and Chuck frame him; now you------”
Veach, the miners’ champ, was The Duke’s hand closed forbid
scheduled to begin in half an hour. dingly around Rost’s arm. “ Never
The Duke ran down the steps of mind, Carl. Let him alone. I’ll
the hotel with Carl Rost beside him. handle Conlin when I get to him.”
The main street of Carmel was “ Damn right you w ill!” Rost de
thronged. Hundreds of miners were clared. “ You’ll knock him clear
crowding into the town from the set over the fifty-cent seats! Listen,
tlement in the valley below. Some Conlin! If you try any more of
of them were awkwardly arrayed in your dirty tricks, I’ll------”
their best suits; others were still in “ Never mind, Carl!” the Duke
overalls, "blackened by the grime of urged.
the shafts. Every eye turned on the Rost tore himself away. They went
Duke as he elbowed his way along striding through the moving crowd,
the sidewalk. while Mike Conlin sneered after
Abruptly the Duke stopped short. them. Through the rumble of the
His gaze centered on the face of a crowd came catcalls and hoots. The
man standing near the curb. That Duke stolidly ignored each gibe.
man was thickset and heavy-trunked Rost’s face, as he hopped along be
—he had the build of a fighter—and hind Elliot and gnawed savagely on
he was grinning slyly. his perfecto, was angrily red. They
“ Hello, Conlin,” the Duke said entered a door which led to the club-
coldly. roems on the second floor of the
“ It ain’t hello,” Conlin answered building. They climbed the stairs
sneeringly. “ It’s good-by. When as rapidly as they could prod their
Veach gets through with you to way through the miners huddled
night, you’re going to be a cripple.” outside the entrance.
134 TH E P O P U L A R CO M P L E T E STORIES
They stepped into the big room and followed us. He’s as mean as
where the fight was to take place. It they make ’em, and he came here to
was bare and square; a ring had been make trouble for the Duke.”
constructed in the center, and hun “ Duke, if there ever was a fight I
dreds of folding chairs had been wanted to call off, this is it!” Rost
placed around it. The Duke and blurted. “ Every time I think of
Rost passed toward another door, what you’re heading into I nearly
went down a corridor, and stepped go crazy.”
into a small space that was to serve “ Take it easy, Carl,” the Duke
as their dressing room. said.
A man was already inside it. He “ I saw Conlin downstairs as I was
was Hines, editor and publisher of coming up,” Hunter broke in as he
the Courier. He had been staring massaged the Duke’s calves. “ He’ll
out the window at the crowd below; probably be watching the fight. You
now he greeted the Duke uneasily. can bet he’s behind all this! The
“ They’re worked up,” he said. dirty crook!”
“ I’ve never seen ’em so worked up. The rumbling of the crowd beat
If something happens that they through the partition. Hunter kept
don’t like, they’re apt to go off like working over the Duke’s body. Rost
dynamite. Take my word for it— marched back and forth, chewing on
they’ll go wild if Veach gets licked.” his cigar. Again and again he
The Duke was rapidly getting out glanced at his watch, and saw the
of his clothes. “ I’ll take my chances minutes flying. A knock sounded
on that,” he said. on the door, and Rost snatched at
“ Veach’ll have every man behind the knob.
him,” Hines declared. “ There won’t “Ready?” a voice came through
be a voice raised in your favor, El the crack.
liot.” “ W e’re coming out!” Rost barked.
The Duke kept peeling off his The Duke swung off his table, and
clothes. Carl Rost paced the little pulled his scarlet robe around his
room nervously. sleek form. As he moved toward the
“ Where’s Hunter?” he growled. door, Rost grasped Hunter’s arm.
“ He ought to be here. Where’d he “ Hunt, you stick by the time
go?” just then the trainer sidled keeper and see that he doesn’t pull
through the door. ' anything crooked. I’ll stay by the
“ Where you been?” Rost snapped. Duke. I’ll take care of everything
“ Get to work on the Duke! There else.”
isn’t much time!” Rost opened the door, and the
Duke strode down the corridor.
UNTER spread towels across They turned into the big room. It
“ They can’t get your goat, Duke!” “ Get him, Duke!” Rost urged.
Carl Rost shouted into his ear. “ The sooner the better!”
“ You can plaster this Veach with a Veach was a mass of solid, hard
kayo, all right. I wasn’t much for muscle—shorter than the Duke, but
this fight, but now you’re in it, I heavier by ten pounds. The fighters
want you to slap the big punk down had not bothered to weigh in. The
as quick as you can!” crowd began to hum again, and sud
The crowd broke into a thunder denly—-the gong!
ing cheer. Admiring shouts and Veach sprang to his feet and
deafening handclapping came from rushed. He threw his massive body
every man. Chuck Veach had come at the Duke with all his terrific
into the room. He edged toward strength. The Duke met him in the
the ring, grinning, bowing. He corner, and the howling of the crowd
ducked under the ropes and shook broke out anew, shaking the very
hands with himself, turning to all walls. They fell into a session of
sides. For minutes the ovation stiff infighting, and then broke apart.
lasted, and Veach puffed with confi The Duke danced on his toes; Veach
dent pride. stepped after him heavily, head
A referee had been named. He thrust low, eyes half closed, face sav
came through the ropes, carrying age.
two pairs of gloves. Rost darted to Veach rushed again, and they
him and made a rapid inspection of clinched. Parting, Veach began to
the pads of leather, while the crowd hit. His arms worked like light
jeered. He found nothing suspi ning; his short arms flashed into
cious about either pair, but he jabs, feints, and slugs. The Duke
watched sharply while they were was still on his toes, dancing, parry
laced onto Veach’s and the Duke’s ing the blows, feeling Veach out.
hands. The fighters returned to Veach had no finesse, but he had
their corners, and an announcer strength. The-blows the Duke par
stepped into the center of the ring. ried only served to make him drive
“Ladies and gentlemen! To-night in more furiously.
we have the biggest fight of the year, Suddenly the Duke braced him
between Chuck Veach, miners’ cham back with a sharp left hook. Veach
pion------” . stabbed at the Duke’s face, and they
Deafening, prolonged cheers. waltzed around the ring, sparring.
“And Duke Elliot, of New York.” Suddenly Veach slashed in a stiff
Hoots and birds. jolt to the Duke’s midriff, and the
“ No limit on the number of Duke bounded back, while the crowd
rounds!” the announcer screeched. screeched.
“ The fight will continue till either Rost was hanging to the ropes at
man is knocked out!” his corner, watching every move, his
teeth driven deep into his cigar, and
I
N a moment the ring was clear. his face glistening with anxious
The hubbub quieted. The time sweat.
keeper gazed at his watch, one Veach and the Duke were sparring
hand on the gong, while Hunter kept in the center of the ring, poking for
close by him. In his corner, Chuck openings, when the brazen clang of
Veach was still grinning. Duke El the gong ended the round.
liot gazed across the canvas grimly, The Duke trotted back to his stool
waiting for the sound of the bell. and perched on it, breathing hard.
136 THE P O P U L A R C O M P L E T E STORIES
ropes, watching eagerly, scarcely miners were in the ring now, crowd
breathing. ing around the Duke. As they
“ Six—seven—eight-----” struck at him, he jabbed back. But
Veach dragged himself up to his they were coming from all sides.
knees. He got his feet beneath him, Blows hit the Duke’s back—knuckles
but at once he crumpled down again. cracked against his head.
The Duke waited, gloves poised. Carl Rost struck out, trying to
“ Nine—ten—and out!” free the Duke—socked right and
Veach jerked himself to his feet left, his cigar still clenched in his
again, and this time he stayed on teeth. A blow caught him on the
them. He began a rush; but when jaw, stunned him, and knocked him
he saw the referee elevating the back. Hunter, at the side of the
Duke’s right glove, he stopped short. ring, was struggling to reach the
For a moment he peered dazedly; Duke. Two men were grasping his
then he dropped his mitts. arms, holding him back. The Duke
was alone, surrounded by ten men
TILL the crowd was silent. who were slugging at him. Out of
spat. “ He won because he’s a better lin was completely surrounded, and
fighter. He may be a dude, but he screeching with fear.
can hit! The next guy that touches Veach grabbed the ropes and
him is sure enough going to get a pulled himself through them.
broken jaw!” “ Get away from that guy! He’s
There was movement through the my meat! I’ll ’tend to him! Get
crowd. Veach jerked up, staring away from Conlin!”
around. Veach threw himself at the crowd
“ Where’s Conlin! Show me Con- ing miners, striking out with his
lin !” gloved fists furiously. Carl Rost
A renewed scampering sounded. struggled through the ropes, and
Near the door was the source of the grasped the Duke’s arm.
sound. It ended abruptly, and an “ Get out of here, Duke! Hurry
other voice called: up and get out of here!”
“ Here’s Conlin!” “ They’ll kill Conlin,” the Duke
The crowd parted, clearing a view said.
toward the door. Miners were “ He deserves anything they give
crowded around it. Two of them him! Duke,.come on and get out
were holding the arms of a third of here!”
man, who was struggling to free “ He hasn’t got a chance,” the Duke
himself. He was Conlin. His face said. “ He can’t fight ’em all. They’ll
was lividly pale, and his eyes were kill him!”
glittering with fear. “ Duke!”
“ I’m going to tell you mugs some Elliot broke away from Rost’s
thing!” Veach shouted at them. grasp. He thrust through the ropes,
“ Conlin said he’d pay me for fight and hurled himself against the men
ing Elliot. He said if I got a fight mobbing around Conlin. He slugged
with Elliot, he’d pay me a hundred right and left with his gloves, open
bucks before I went into the ring. ing the way. The men fell back be
He’s a dirty double-crosser. He fore his terrific clouts. As he forced
didn’t pay me any money to-night— his way on, he saw Veach standing
he welshed on me!” beside Conlin now, striking out
Conlin writhed in a renewed strug madly. He groped his way to
gle to break away. Veach’s side, and they faced the
“ I came out and fought Elliot any scuffling crowd together.
way!” Veach declared. “ Conlin
cheated me out of a hundred bucks, HEIR gloved fists lashed out.
but I came just the same. Let me
at that guy! I’m going to clean him
up!”
T Conlin was fighting now furi
ously. The three of them
were backed toward the wall. The
Again a shout broke out: space in front of them grew larger,
“ Get the double-crosser!” as men drew back from the ter
“ Tear him up!” rifically punching gloves. The Duke
“ Sock that guy Conlin!” looked around quickly, and began to
Deprived of one victim, the sidle along the wall. *
aroused crowd began to close in on “ Get through that door, Conlin!
another. Conlin uttered a yelp of Head for that door!”
fear, and tried to break away. He Conlin heard, and moved. As he
could not. Men began rushing at stepped toward the entrance to the
him, fists raised. In a moment Con corridor, in the corner, the Duke and
I R O N F IS T S 139
Veach followed him. The miners door slammed beyond, and they were
were still milling about, and a few gone. Veach sank into the chair,
of them were lashing out unthink breathing hard, and the Duke
ingly. Veach flayed them with perched on the table, grinning.
leather; the Duke bore off any wild Carl Rost was feeling the Duke
attackers. In a moment they were all over, frowning worriedly.
within reach of the door. “ Gosh, Duke, look at you! Look
“ Get through!” the Duke gasped. at you! All battered up! And you
Conlin broke away, and dashed came here for a vacation!”
into the corridor. The Duke held The Duke did not hear. He was
his ground, forcing Veach back. looking at Veach speculatively.
Suddenly he retreated, grasped the “ You can fight, Veach,” he said.
door, and slammed it shut. He shot “ You can hit. You oughtn’t to be
the bolt into its socket as best he wasting your time working in a
could with his gloved hand, and mine. You ought to get into the real
turned, panting. game.”
Conlin trotted along the corridor, Veach uttered a breathless laugh.
and into the Duke’s dressing room. “ I didn’t think you’d be so good. I
Elliot, Veach, and Rost followed him can’t fight, compared with you.”
quickly. Inside, Conlin sank ex- “ Training’ll make a lot of differ
haustedly into a chair. His clothes ence in you,” the Duke said. “Lis
were torn to ribbons; his face was ten, you’d better make a try at it.
gashed, and his nose was bleeding. You can get somewhere. W e’re go
One of his eyes was swelling and ing back to New York in a few days.
closing. He gasped for air, peer You’d better come with us.”
ing up at Veach entreatingly. “ I can’t do that,” Veach answered.
“ Lucky for you you’re in that “ I haven’t got any money. I’d sure
shape!” Veach declared. “ I’d lay like to, but I’ve got to stick here.”
you out right now if you could “ I’ll get you to New York. I’ll
fight!” lend you the money you need.
Conlin could only gulp. The Duke You’re going to be a real fighter
looked around quickly. Hines, the some day,” the Duke told him. “ I’d
newspaperman, was in the dressing like to see you get a start. You
room with them. His hat was bat come with us, Veach. I’ll see that
tered, and he‘ was wagging his head you get some matches. I’d be glad
woefully. to do it.”
“ Is there any way of getting Con Veach laughed again, brokenly.
lin out of here so the men won’t see “ Say—you’re sure white to say that,
him?” the Duke asked Hines. after all I said about you. You’re
“ There’s a back way. W e’d better a swell guy to do that. You’re the
get him out before they think of it.” best guy I ever knew!”
“ Get him into a car and drive him “ That’s all right,” the Duke said.
out of town. Take him to any rail “ Then it’s all settled. You’re com
road station near here and buy him a ing with us.”
ticket for New York. I’ll pay you “ Great grief!” Rost exclaimed.
for it later. Get him out of here or “ Duke, you’re the damnedest guy I
they’ll kill him!” ever knew! First thing you’ll be
Hines grasped Conlin’s arm, and founding a benevolent home for
Conlin responded unprotestingly. pugs knocked off the map by Duke
They hurried into the corridor. A E lliot!”
Conducted
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