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THE BEACH REVIEW
NTER RANGE
SYNOPSIS
r Jones. veteran cowman, at-
In the little town ot
into the death of John Ms-
and financial mainstay of
Jean. daughter of Campo
owner of th~ Bar Hook ranch
Where Mason met dearth, to Kentucky's
mystification surreptitiously passes to
him the bullet which had killed Mason.
CHAPTER II
~2---.
The inquest was~ over as Kentucky
~ones returned to Kerry's store. He
Joined one of the big groups which
talked it over on the sidewalk.
~Verdlct come out same as expect-
"Oh, sure; 'Accidental discharge of
~own weapon.' The Jury didn't h9Id
0~ more than a minute and a half.
~yl The sheriff wants to see you."
~Vhere Is he?"
"He went along about tea minutes
qo.~
• "All righL"
Xentucky Jones moved off down the
~t In unhurried long stride~ As he
~bed the sheriff's "little frame office
~o~d Hopper was In the act of leav-
I~ having Just ejected, with diplo-
~ey, more worried cattlemen than the
IRt~ structure could comfortably bold.
F~ir Kentucky Jones, however, he re-
OIle~ed his door.
*'Come in here, Jones." Hopper Jerked
a ragged blind downward over the
dOor's glass pane and flung himself Into
a chair.
*'See you got your inquest over."
The sheriff puffed out hls cheeks and
blew an exhausted blast. "Damnation!
~n you beat this? In the whole Wolf
l~nch country, here was Just one man
~t couldn't be done wlthout--one man
that as good as held the rimrock cat-
in the hollow of his hand--and a
and blooeyl He's gone.
guns, Kentucky Any other man.
a~y other time--"
Kentucky Jones waited, studying
hlm. There Is a certain type of man
who seems fated to pursue public office.
~mehow perversely unfitted for any-
thing else. Hopper was such a man.
HIS stralght.cllpped gray mustache, his
fiat loose-skinned Jowls and full-fleshed
eyes somehow unmistakably advertised
the public office holder--not Incompe-
tent, but definitely limited.
"Any other man could have been
spared better," he raved. "Even John
could have been spared any other time
BitgUt with Wolf Bench cattle on the
gad edge of bankruptcy, and the
l~est beef prices since--
"Does Clive Pierson~be steps into
~son'a shOes, doesn't he?--does he
know anything about cattle?"
~'A little, and maybe a little aboul
~ared stiff--ready to stampede.
SO~e think already that he'll brant
half the outfits on W01f Bench, and the
~k, tO0. If he can save the o~tfits
lm~ got his money in. No man knows
Where hls brand gets off. Nobody trusts
neighbor.'*
~*Maybe It'll adjust," Kentucky of-
te~d.
The sheriff burst out at him with
~ething very like fury. ~AdJust? It'll
adjust like a dogie calf to a wolf ! This
throws the whole d--n range out of
~taa~e! And you stand there and tell
~' He paused hopelessly, out of
wordS. '~£here you have IL" He lifted
and let them fall with a
'~his Is a
raw edge of tern-
is on, I call you
Up hers to ask, you a favor~ and in
two minutes we re Jumping down eact
other's throats.~
"~hat's all right," sald Kentucky.
~*If disorderly condtilct was my field,
| expect I might be feeling somewhat
Sots-In-the-undershirt myself.
"Disorderly t~oaduct ~ tibet," tha
|fl~ertff said. ?M~u;" yOu*ll seb plenty
howl Half thb ~dge Is sbre ht the
other half already. Take the Circl~
; ~tod~
face to face and
Or take---"
Bob Elliot's 88 and Campo
Bar Hook," Kentucky
don't OWD a fi~U~ Of'his r~age. The
rest Is leased Indian land. Now El-
liot's lease Is out. Them leases have
ta be bid for~and everybody knows
theft there's more than one big outfit
will never let that lease go chea~
Elllo~ depended on Masonite Jet him
take the money, for hls bid. Now it's
all ove~ the range already that the
bank won't-back him. Elliot can't get
any quick price for all that landless
Stock; he'a thr,~.lgh."
"Knd what about Ragland?"
'Ragtsud's"~ Bar Hook could prob-
ably stand through the storm. IL it
~a~m't for the misfortune to Elliot.
But ltagland's open range is the open
range nearest to EIIioL What If El-
liot tams and floods his cattle onto
the B~r Hook graze?"
Jones already knew that the Bar
Hook was at least half on public do-
'main. By the cowman(s code Campo
~aa entitled to the use of that range
because ~he had developed water upon
he had no legal l~old upon r~he
ALAN LE MAY
C~pyrlg.ht by Alert ~
W1NTJ ~rvlc~.
ing on extra hands. He's hired on at
least six more men Just in the last
couple of days, since the death of
Mason. You know how It looks to me?
Like he's not waiting for the day he'll
have to move. Like he's not even go-
ing I:o wait the winter out before he
starts filtering Into the Bar Hook
range."
"In that case," said Kentucky, "Bob
Elliot is sure a man who enjoys to
grab a bear by the tall and go round
and round. Campo Ragland will fight
like a whangdoodle in defense of its
first born."
"SiS'e, they'll fight. They'll fight to a
standstill l'll have~ full fledged eat.
tie war on my hands within a month 1
And what can I do about it? Nothing,
by G--di Off in the hills somewhere
three or four cowboys meet three or four
others, and start trading private opin.
lens. Then~wham ! The guns come out,
and, one or tw0~ or three go down. No
one bears witness, no one lodges a com-
plaint~there's Jus~ those good boys
dead, and that's all. And two days
later there's another killing somewhere
else I"
"I know," sald Kentucky. "Hell
afloat and no blotters."
The sheriff grunted. Suddenly a
new grievance seemed to occur to him.
and the explosiveness came back into
his voice again. "I'd glee a hundred
dollars to lay my hands on the son of
a gun who swiped that bullet out of
the inquest. Right out from under
my d~n nose, by Cr--d l"
"Well," sald Kentucky, "lead's cheap ;
it wasn't worth much."
Sheriff Hopper savagely pulled off
his hat and slammed it on the edge
of his desk; it fell unnoticed to the
floor. "It'll do 'era no good," he de-
clared. "It isn't as if we didn't have
the--" He stopped.
'"The other bullet?" Kentucky asked.
The sheriff seemed to go relaxed and
cold, all of an Instant, He studied
Kentucky with a questioning eye.
"Why did you say that?" he said at
last.
"Well," Kentucky apologized, "you
were Just remarking you had some
thing on hand that would take the
missing bullet's place."
The sheriff's steady stare did not
drift from Kentucky's face. "We took
a mold," he said at last. "We took a
mold of this bullet that's gone."
"That was a smart thing to do,"
said Kentucky.
"I expecrJ' said the sheriff. He
dropped his eyes, and his hands fidget-
ed with the miscellany on his desk.
smoky gaze, "that was a very ~ ~range
question, Mister, for you to ask. I
had a hound dog once, that got In
trouble flint way."
"Trouble, sheriff?"
"By sight running."
They looked at each other, two men
who had said more than rested upon
the surface of their words--one of
them unwillingly. Kentucky Jones be-
gan rolling a leisurely cigarette; and
he grinned, the slow infectious grin
that could make a dog follow him. or a
woman remember him, or could make
a man forget why he had meant to
paste him a couple.
Sheriff Hopper stirred restively, and
dropped his eyes. "I was Just think-
lag of something," the sheriff said.
"What was that?"
"You're a sight runner," said the
sheriff again; "but I don't know but
what you're a good one. Sometimes
there's a uaa for a feller like tbst
And that was what I wanted to see
you for. That was a good Job of
scout~g yOu did for the Cattle asse¢~a-
tion laat year; and I--"
~Who. told you I ever did any '~oub
lng,' as you call it, for the Cattlemen's
association?"
"Old Man COffee told me, up.country
in the FTyl~tg Pan."
"Sometimes Old Man Coffee gets too
d--n eloquent," said Kentucky Jones,
exasperated.
"Well, anyway," said the sheriff, "I
was hoping I'd find you kind of at loose
ends around here: like as if you might
be able to take and do something dif-
ferent from what you'd figured to do."
"As for Instance?"
The sheriff fidgeted. "There's an end
hanging loose in this Mason case," he
admitted finally.
"So? I thought It was all decided
that M~son committed suicide b~' mis-
take?"
Hopper made an annoyed gesture.
"The case is closed. John Mason dled
of the accidental discharge of his own
gun--that's established. But It JUst
happens that there's a man has come
in with a perjury."
He paused. "Yes?" said Kentucky
Jones after a moment. "To what effect?"
"Well--we questioned him about
Mason's death; and later I found out
he wasn't where he said he was."
"You sure you want to tell me this?"
"I'm not telling you anything that
ties yon to anything--yet. Now, this
feller--maybe he was in sight when
Mason got killed. Or maybe in ear-
shot. Anyway he lied about where he
was---tried to make a foe! of us. by
G--d I And I mean to hook him for it."
"Hardly seems Important," Kentucky
sa!d speculatively, "If there's no ques-
tion about how Mason died."
" n' "
It Is t that, said the sheriff gloom-
in your own
him, ~that
hts herds onto
mind taking the time, there's a thing
you could do for me that would be an
almighty favor."
"Come to cases," said Kentucky.
• "This man I'm telling you about Is
out at the Bar IIook. Now, I realize
you're a cattle trader; but oftentimes
a feller like you will take a riding Job
to fill In with. over the winter, or some-
thing--especlally in times like this.
Now, if you'll go to Campo Ragland
and get a Job. you can find out about
this feller for me in a way that I
couldn't myself, nor the deputies nei-
ther."
"You want me to hire on at the Bar
Hook and root this feller out for you~
"is that it?"
"That's the Idea."
Kentucky Jones was looking out the
window, down the snowy street. Half
a block down. In front of the hotel
Jean Raglaud's pony stood.
He had seen thin girl but half a
dozen times in his life; yet she had
singled him out today to aid her in a
thing which he did not yet fully under-
stand. She had been surrounded by
friends, by men she had known all her
life; even her own father had been
there. Yet. for some obscure reason
she had turned to him.
Jean Ragland sat her pony with the
easy lax grace of young muscles raised
In the saddle. Now that she was in her
own element again she no longer looked
frail and small as she had in the crush
of the Inquest, but competent and at
home on her horse, as he had known
her before. As she passed she looked
straight at the window where he stood,
and Kentucky believed that she saw
him there; but she gave no sign. He
turned back to the sheriff.
Floyd Hopper smoked morosely in
the shadows brought by the closing of
the early dusk. "If you want to go out
to the Bar Hock for me, I can make
it worth your while. What we got to do
IS--"
"I wouldn't touch It," said Kentucky,
"with a ten-foot pole."
Floyd Hopper stared at him irritably.
"Just because you're gone on Campo
Ragland's glrl doesn't have anything
to do with this Job. '/'his is for the
protection of the Bar Hook people, as
much as anything else."
"Protection or no protection," Ken-
tucky Jones said shortly, "I won't
touch It. As far as Campo Ragland's
Elliot's Head Snapped Back.
girl Is concerned, I'll tell you straight
and plain that if Mason hadn't been
killed within fifty yards of her door, I
wouldn't be here now."
"I guessed that." said the sheriff
drily.
"You guessed it, and now you know
it ; and beyond that~to h~l with you i"
Floyd Hopper made a disgusted ges-
ture. • 'All right. I don't blame you
much. It's pretty near too much to
ask a man to step square into the mak-
ings of a range war that's none of your
own. I guess you're smart to stay out
of it. all right. I only wish I was---"
"Fro not out of it," said Kentucky
Jones.
The ot~er looked up at him, startled.
"I've already talked to Campo Rag-
land," said Kentucky. "He's given me
a rlding |oh. I'm going out and ride
for the Bar Hook until this thing
clears Up."
The sheriff said with annoyance.
"You Just now said you--"
"Hopper," said Kentucky Jones,
"how long have you known that John
Mason was murdered?"
It took a moment or two for the
sheriff to convince himself that he had
correctly heard; but when it had
soaked in he came to his feet wlth a
lerk. His eyes flared narrowly, but
his face was grim ,and tight. "You
accusing me of lying at the Inquest?"
"Yes," Kentucky Jones said.
Floyd Hopper's leathery face turned
a deep maroon, and In the shadows
his eyes seemed like points of light.
"Then," he said, "it's because you
know a whole h--I of a lot that I
don'L"
Kentucky Jones grinned faintly, re.
/It his cigarette, and shook his bead.
The sheriff's voice was heavy and
lar~nt. "Come out with It, Jones!
What's your play here?"
"I'm going to try to get me the man
that killed Mason."
They startd at each other. ~Jones,"
said the sheriff, "let's get this straight
with me or
which had faded slightly, now deep. S i~
ened again. "You look here, Jones! t ~~
If the time ever comes when it can
and the man who murdered him can be
turned up--"
"Maybe that time," said Kentucky,
"is coming quicker than you think." [ J~
"When ll~ does come, I'll make my[ ~:
play, and I'll make it stick. In the
meantime--think twice, you. before
you buck me! You can make plenty
trouble if you want ; I've got no doubl
of that. But it's you that'll burn if
you do l'°
"Reassure yourself," Kentucky told ,,,
him. "If I can't make a finish play,
I'll make no play at all."
"I don't know," said the sheriff, "but
what you'll go a little farther than
thaf if you know what's good for you."
"You mean--?"
The sheriff's voice was low, but his
words had more force than if he bad
thundered. "I mean you'll slt out of
thls altogether."
"I told you what I'm going to do,"
Kentucky said shortly. He was in a
hurry now to be on his way; he want-
ed to hit ~e Bar Hook road before the
final closing of the dark.
The sheriff shouted at him, "You in-
fernal-"
The door came open, shuddering as
It broke clear from the Ice that had
formed at the sill.
The man who stamped the snow off
his boots upon the threshold was
stralght-backed and lean-shouldered;
hls age was Indetermlnate--he might
have been forty, or he mlght have been
much more. He had a clean-cut, knife
carved face, set wlth blue eyes as clear
and penetrating as sharp bits of ice.
And he radiated a driving, thrusting
energy, so definite as to convey an al-
most physical sense of impact.
Floyd Hopper said without warmth,
"Hello, Elliot"; and Kentucky Jones
said, "Howdy, Bob."
Kentucky Jones had always been on
good terms with Bob Elliot before; but
now Elliot looked over the other with
a coolly noncommittal eye. "I heard,"
THE POOR FARMER
A farmer was called up before the
milk Inspection board and a man in
shell-rlmmed glasses asked:
"What are you giving your cows now
In the way of galactagogues?"
"Wall," replied the farmer, "thelr sus-
tenance Is wholly of vegetable origin,
rich in chlorophyll and opulent in buty-
raceous qualities.
"H~I, watcher feed yer cows/"
asked Shellrim.
"Hay an' cawn," replied the farmer.
NO WOODSHEDS
"When I was a lad I was never
naughty llke you."
"What was the matter with you, pa?
Delicate or somethin'T'
Cause for Sorrow
"Is your poor husband gone?" asked
Bob Elliot said, "you got yourself
Job today?"
"That's so."
"Bar Hook?" ~ ~
"Yes."
The boss of the 88 looked Kentucky
over again slowly, wlth a certain bleak
irony. Then abruptly he turned away,
~breaklng into the painful-sounding
cae~innatlons which passed with him
for Iaughter. It consisted of a shaking
of shoulders and a series of coughing
sounds, accompanied by a general
pained, cracked-up look, but no ex-
pression of enjoyment. While this
went on be always turned away from
his companions as if the unaccustomed
onslaught In truth seized him agalnst
his will
The paroxysm died away. "And with
a face like that," Bob Elliot was able
to say at last. "Oh, naturally i Oh,
of course I"
"I've found it a useful face for
fighting a wolf," Kentucky agreed
equably. "Still, I don't see--"
"Just the brand," Laid Bob Elliot,
"that always goes loco over the near-
est gimlet-headed girl."
There was quiet while a man could
count fifteen. "I'm going ~o finish
rolling this cigarette," said Kentucky
Jones, "and I'm going to roll it right.
Then I'm going to see If I still feel the
same way about that last remark. And
If I do--I'm going to smash your teeth
down your throat."
"Maybe you are," said Bob Elliot,
without emotion. "Floyd, I hear some-
body rustled the bullet that killed
John Mason."
"Uh, huh." said Hopper.
"I'm not sure that I saw that done
Floyd," sald Elliot. disregarding Ken-
tucky now, "but I think mayb@ that I
did ; and I think so more and more."
Sheriff Floyd Hopper came awake.
"Who was it?"
*'I don't wan~ to name a name," said
Bob Elliot, "unless we can make a
test to see If I'm right. If I'm right,
the party that took the bullet passed
It on to another; and I don't think this
second one passed it on. I don't know
but what he's Just dumb enough to
have It still."
"And where is it?" said the sheriff.
"I think," Bob Elliot said. "that you'll
find the bullet that killed Mason in the
clothes of this man here: Kentucky
Jones."
The three were motionless for a mo-
ment. The sheriff stared from one of
them to the other. "Look here--"
"That settles it," said Kentucky. He
smashed Bob Elliot across tbe face with
hls open hand.
The owner of the 88 staggered
against the wall, spun half around with
the weight of that open-handed slap.
Jones said, "Take care of yourself."
Elliot's hand made a whipping snatch
at the gun at his right thigh as Ken-
tucky struck agaln, this time with his
closed left hand. Elliot's l~ead snapped
back; he seemed to teeter for a mo-
ment, face upward, then buckled at
the knees and went to the floor like
a dropped saddle blanket.
"For G--d's sake get out of here,"
mid the sheriff. "'Get out of this town|
He'll kill you when he comes up."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Orlsla of "Yankee Doodle"
"The tune of 'Yankee Doodle.'" said
S. J. Adair Fltz-Gerald in his "Stories
of Famous Songs," "has been traced
as far back as Oliver Cromwell's time,
when. in words similar to our own, it
was sung In derision of the great pro-
teeter (or usurper, whichever you like).
The air was handed down to the Purl.
tans. and finally became a New Eog.
land Jig. In the natural order of things,
it was fitted with al)proprt~e words hv
some revolutionary rhymester, and
served such an excellent purpose in
satirizing the British troops that it
was adopted throughout the coloMes
as the patriotic song of the ~ of
liberty."
a the colored minister of an aged wom-
an in his flock who had put on heavy
mourning.
"Oh no, suh, he ain't dead," she
answered.
"Then why are you wearing black?"
"Ca'se my old man, .he's mah sec-
ond, you know, keeps naggin' an' both-
erln' me so much Ah's gone into
mournin' again fob mah lust husband."
---Capper's Weekly.
Qualified
Sergeant~Which of you have read
books of polar exploration?
Recruit (book seller in civil life)~
I have read Nansen's "Through Night
and Ice."
Sergeant~You are Just the man. Go
and report for snow shoveling.
Handsome Lamp Po.t
First Negro---Dat she' is a handsome
lamp-post In front ob de post office.
~econd ditto--She' is. You don't run
into one like dat ebery day.~Pear-
son's Weekly.
Home, Swm~t Home
Teacher--WllUe, give a definltinn of
home
Willie---Home IS where Part of th~
family waits until the others ar~
through with the ear.
lt's a Habit
CaUer--May I speak to Mr. Bamm
the boxer, please?
Mrs. Bamm--He ain't up y~ He
never gets up before the stroke of tea
Defined
"Mother, I feel so 'cited W
"Excited, child? I doubt if you know
What excited mewns."
*'Why, it's being in a hurry all over.•
BLOWN FUSE
L
Wlfey (during the spat)--I wasn'l
anxious to marry you. I refused you
six times.
Hubhy--Yes, and then my luck gav~
out.
Following
"You have a large followingS'
°'I have," answered Senator Sor-
ghum. "But there have been some low
growls which make me wonder wharf
the crowd will do with me ff it ovet~
takes me."
An Idle Fund
"That man has a vast fund of lhfor-
mation."
"Yes," repltad Senator Sorghum ;
"but he can't put a dollar mark in
front of it and use it for a campaig~
fund."
More Next Week
Dora had returned from Sunda)
school where she had been fttr the
first time.
"~Vh~t did my little daughter learn
this morning?" asked her father.
~That I am a child of Satan," w~
the beaming reply.
New Stroke
Golfer---HI, caddie, isn't Major Pel~
per out of that bunker yet? How
many strokes has he had?
Caddie--Seventeen ordinary, sir, and
one apopletic.--Lorain (Olflo) Journal
TYPE OF DRESS
ALWAYS CORRECT
l l I
Here is a dress with real charac-
ter. Its nice simple lines are made
interesting by an original jabot, cut
in one with the soft shoulders. Gath-
ers relieve any tendency toward se-
verity while vertical seams, released
into pleats below the knees, define
the skirt and give an illusion of slen-
derness. It's the type of dress you
can wear and wear---every place. So,
for a smart spring season, select a
matelasse crepe--or one with definite
surface interest, of which the shops
are full--and choose a lovely new
color. Gray and grelge are impor-
tant now, as are navy blues and
shades of brown. Sleeves may be
made long.
Pattern 2029 is available in sizes
16. 18. 20. 34, 36. 38. 40. 42. 44 and 4~
Size 36 takes 4~ yards 39-inch fab-
ric. Illustrated step-by-step sewing
instructions included.
SEND FIFTEEN CENTS (15c) in
coins or stamps (coins preferred) for
this pattern. Write plainly name,
address, and style number. BE SURE
TO STATE SIZE.
Address ~rders to Sewing Circle
Pattern Department, 243 West Sev-
enteenth street, New York City.
WHAT HE UKED
Proud Author--So glad you like
my new play. Was It better than
you expected?
Frank Frlend~No ; shorter.---
Stray Stories.
Imalination's Lavish Purse
"What would you do If you had a
mllllon dollars?" asked one Com-
munist.
"Don't interrupt my train of
thought," said the other. "I am no
piker. I wouldn't bother to imagine
anything less than a billion."
Non-Huggar
Her Mother--I'm afraid if you go
out boating alone with Mr. Blush-
lngton im might get fresh,
Fannie Flippe--N~ danger.
so bashful he won't even hug the
shore.---DetroitNews.
A Good Start ~
"Do you play bridge?"
"Well, I've got a set of clubs."--"
London Answers.