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THE BEACH REVIEW
WINTER RANGE
SYNOPSIS
t[entucky Jones, veteran cowman, at-
tends the inquest Into the death of
John Mason, banker. Jean, daughter of
Campo Ragland, owner of the Bar
Hook ranch, where Mason met death,
surreptitiously passes to Jones the-bul-
let which had killed 5L~son. Kentucky.
goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch.
']:he l~Iason verdict is accidental death.
:Bob Elliot, owner of tile adjoining
range, drives his cattle on the Bar
l=Iook range. Lce Bishop. Ragland's
ranch boss, expostulates, and Bill Me-
Cord, Elliot's foreman, insults him.
Y~ishop and Jones are astounded at
l~.agland's lad!florence to Elliot's ac-
tton. Bishop nrges Kentucky to try to
Influence Jean to arouse bar father.
Jones tells her Elliot krmws she pur-
|pined the bullet at the tnqu~st, which
he has got rid of. Her reaction mysti-
fies him. Zack Sanders, Bar Hook cook,
t9 found dead, murdered.
CHAPTER V--Continued
--8---
"That could' hardly be," Kentucky
answere&
"Why?"
"Because be lay on the down-trall
slde."
"Which way--" Tile sheriff broke off
abruptly as Lee Bishop returned to the
room wl~ Zack Sanders" six-gun. He
took a quick stride forward and took
the gun In his hand.
"What's the matter?" Campo Rag-
land demanded instantly.
The sheriff drew a deep breath and
blew it out through puffed cheeks.
The eager intensity of inquiry had
gone out of him. "I never have any
luck,, he grunted. "This d--n thing
]has sure worked out to nmke a fool of
everybody !"
'%Vhat's wrong with that gun?" said
langland again.
"Nothing. except the caliber," said
the sherl:T. "It's a tbrty-five, that's
what's the matter with it. IIow much
snow was there tinder Zaek Sanders?"
"None," said Bishop.
"Lee," said the sheriff. "you found
Mason too: could you Judge which
was killed first? Sanders or Mason?"
"I wouldn't be able to draw any
difference."
"Uh. huh," said Sheriff ttopper.
"This here is the devil. When I first
heard of this. I was hopeful we were
out of the woods. Naturally the first
thing that came to mind was that
Mason and Sanders shot it out, and
both dropped. But the caliber of
Zack's gun--it throws that theory ont."
"Shucks---right back on the double
suicide theory," said Kentucky. "But
walt a mlnute!"
"What's the matter?"
"The gun Mason carried was the
same caliber as this gun of Sanders'
here," Kentucky pointed our. "It
passed at the inquest that Mason was
killed by the accidental discharge of
hls own gun. How is it we're so cer-
tain now that Mason was not killed by
that caliber?"
The sheriff pulled a pipe from his
pocket and rammed tobacco into It with
a disgusted thumb. "Because," he sald,
"Mason was not killed by the discharge
of his own gun. John Mason was mur-
dered."
They stared at him, and Kentucky
Jones heard the breath catch in Jean
Ragland's throat.
"How long have you known this?"
Campo Ragland demanded at lasL
"I've known it," said the sheriff,
"since the day of Mason's death."
• 'Then you knew at the Inquest--"
Sheriff Floyd Hopper did not avoid
the challenging stare of the cattl~nan.
"Yes," he said, "I knew It at the In-
quest."
"I'm d--d it I see your idea, Floyd !"
Bald Campo. "'What I want to know is
how much more you dldnY tell the
l Jury"
"Not much, Campo. John Mason was
killed by two shots~not one from a
gnu of llgbler caliber than forty-five
Tomorrow the whole country will know
thailand our chances of getting the
killer are cut in two." He extended
hls hands over the stove, but promptly
withdrew them again, and instead
peeled off his coat.
"Naturally," Kentucky put in equa-
bly, "it's easier to catch a criminal who
thinks he's safe."
"And easier yet," said Campo ir-
ritably, "to explain away a killing as
an accident !"
"Yes," said t:he sheriff without heat.
fie returned llagland's stare through
the smoke cloud from his pipe. "But
I also had one or two other reasons
For one thing, this Is ~ome wor~ than
Just a one-man killing, Campo. It's
Ricked the whole of Wolf Bench onto
the edge of a general smash"
"'We all have reason to anew that,"
llagland growled.
"All right. Sllppose now somebody
that don't know much ~bout it picks
himself out a first-class slspect. Sup-
pose, for Instance. so]m~bo(ly Just
goes around Wolf Bench pointii|g out
~hat Lee Bishop Just happens to be the
man that found both Mason and San.
darn--both deep hidden under the snow.
:'there's been many a blow-up on less
evidence than that~and with less
feellng back of it than thls is going
~o raise up here!"
Lee Bishop said nothleg. Campo
,was eyeing Sheriff llopper narrowly.
"Somehow, Floyd." he said, "it seems
like to me you haven't come to your
real reason yet."
"'No?" said Sheriff IIopper.~ He took
a deep drag on his pipe. "Then I'll
give you Just one reason more: Maybe
you've forgot, Campo, timt John Ma-
son was shot down within a dozen
horse-Jumps of your own house here
,~nd ~ by singular coincidence -- tliat
neither you, nor your daught:er, nor a
~lngle one ot your bauds, was even
Vithin ~arslmt of the guns."
ALAN LE MAY'
Copyright by Alan LeMsJ"
W:NU ~ervico.
After a moment Campo said tn a low
voice, "Floyd, what do you mean by
tha~?"
"Campo, I know that John Mason
was your close friend. I know that
you and your brand are as bad hurt
as anybody, Is, almost. And with my
experience, I can reason that the thing
couldn't have happened If any of you
had been here. But most people hate
coincidences, Campo."
Ragland stood up, his face blank.
"Floyd, if you're saying you smothered
that inquest as a favor to me---"
"Maybe," said the sheriff, "I should
Just have let you explain all that to the
rlmrock in your own way."
Campo Ragland sat down, his com-
bativeness abruptly deflated. "Floyd,"
he said, "you shotffdn't have done tL"
"Of course to h~l I shouldn't have
done It!" sald tim sheriff, his lrrlfa-
blllty coming to the surface again. "A
fine box I'm In, now that Zack San-
ders Is found!"
"Well, anyway, Floyd,"' Campo mum-
bled, "I appreclate what you tried
to do."
"All right," the sheriff accepted,
"see that you do l Seems to me, Cam-
po, that after this you'd be Justified
if you'd stop holding Information back."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Tonlghr over tim phone I asked
you if anything else peculiar had hap-
pened. You told me 'No.' But I hap-
pea to know that you got home here
Tuesday to find that this house had
been searched."
Kentucky Jones had never seen
Sheriff Floyd Hopper show to as good
advantage as he dld tonight, tte was
tim man In the saddle here. He sat
now sprawled behind his smoke, hls
eyes surly and red, like the eyes of
a bear.
"What house?" sald Campo Ragland
at last.
"This house," said the sheriff. "What
are you trying to do, Campo? It
doesn't get you anything to stall with
me. Thls house was searched and Some-
thing was taken from it."
"If you know that something was
taken from this house," Campo Rag-
land said, "it's because you had if
taken yourself."
Hopper shook his head. "All I
know Is that something Is gone from
here---and never mind how I know that.
It'll have to satisfy you that I do
know it."
"It seems," said Campo Ragland,
"that: you know a lot of things that
nobody thought you knew. I'm think-
lag that maybe you know a lot of
things more."
"What you'd better be finding out
Is this, Campo," said Sheriff Hopper.
"I'm no fool, even If I am the duly
elected sheriff of Waterman county.
You could do a whole lot worse than
play a straight game with me."
Campo's retort was mildly explosive.
"Straight game? Of course I'm play-
lag a straight game l I'm willing to
turn face up what cards I bold--
they're always face up. It's not my
fault when I hold very d--u few
cards."
"Wha~ I'm saying Is---"
The sheriff was Interrupted by the
opening of the outer door. In the
doorway appeared Joe St. Marie. For
a moment he hesitated, hand on the
latch, obviously startled by the pres-
ence of the sheriff.
"Shut that door," sald Campo; and
floe St. Marie came In and closed the
door slowly behind him.
"What are you doing here?"
Joe St. Marie swung off his hat and
stood staring blankly from Ragland
to Hopper and back again. "I lamed
my horse," he sald. "I had to leave
the other boys to take the beef on to
Waterman. It: would have spoiled the
cayuse to go on."
Now Campo Ragland seemed to no-
tice what Kentucky Jones had per-
celved at once; that Joe St. Marie's
face was the color of half-cured hay;
and the bronco rlder's explanation of
his presence, if not altogether satisfac-
tory In itself, had served to draw at-
tention to the quickness of hls brettth.
Campo said sharply, "You hurt, Joe?"
"No sir. I"m all right. Well--I don't
feel so good, at that."
"You never feel so good," Lee Bishop
grunted.
Campo Ragland hesitated, puzzled.
"You want to speak to me, Joe?" he
asked at: last.
"Who? Me? No, sir."
"Well, see what you can find your-
self to eat. Wait a minute--what
have you given your horse?"
"Nothing yet, Mr. Ragland, sir.
"IIow many times do I have to tell
you fellers--" Ragland began. "Well,
let it pass. Go feed your horse."
"Now ?"
"Now l"
Joe St. Marie moved reluctantly at
Ragland's command, and at the door
he stopped, hesitating. Though he
seemed unable to speak, it was as plain
as If he bad spoken that there was in
his mind a protest which he could not
--or dld not dare--put into words.
Kentucky Jones thought he had
never seen t:be Indian blood of the
man stand eat so strongly. The
breadth of face at: the cheek-bones and
the surface lights in St. Marle's eyes
suggested the Indian always; but the
blunt strength of his features ordl-
narlly offset this impression. Just
now, though, a great part of that
strength had been no better than a
mask.
"Well?' sald Campo softl,V. ~-- v~
St. Marie opened the door and went
ot,~ shoulders hunched as if against
th~F great unseen pressure of a non-
existent wind.
When he had let2 the room there
"was a moment'or two of silence. Then
the sheriff asked, "What's tie afraid of,
Campo?"
"Floyd, I haven't got the slightest
idea. It might be the man is sick."
"Tha~ man ain't sick," said Hopper.
"The blood was already coming back
to his face. Campo, something has
happened to that man, Just a few min-
utes before he come Into this room."
"Do you suppose---" Campo began.
Somewhere outside the house a gun
crashed; and though they could not
Judge either its exact direction or dis-
tance, they knew that it had been fired
withln a hundred yards. For a mo-
ment they listened. Then Lee Bishop
Jumped for the door, and they all seemed
to move at once.
"Wait, Lee," Campo Ragland
snapped. "Blow out those lights"
Floyd, Kentucky l Jean, you stay in
here, you hear me?"
Campo Bagland, unarmed, led the
way to the corral where Joe St. Marie
was most likely to have left his horse.
The horse was there, head to the bars,
waiting for the feed that had not yet
come; but Joe St. Marie was not in
slghL
Campo's voice ralsed In a hoarse
shout, an abrupt strange sound fn all
that silence of snow and rock and stars.
"You, Joe! St. Merle! Where you at?
Sing out, man !"
The silence held for a moment more,
and Campo had whirled upon the
sheriff, when Joe St. Marie spoke in
an odd muffled voice, unexpectedly
nearby. "Yes, slr--here I am."
IIe came toward them now, slowly,
from around the corner of the stable,
and Lee Bishop let drop the rifle he
had snatched up. "Who fired?"
"Why~I did." The accent of Joe St.
Marie's speech was no different from
that of any other cowboy, except for a
certain deep thickness of the tone
itself. Now hls voice was still deep,
but it had taken on a fiat qualify; and
though the voice Itself did not shake,
It somehow conveyed the Impresslon
that the man behind it was more than
shaken. "i--I t:hought I seen a wolf."
"Wolfl A wolf up here by the
house ?"
"Go on In," Lee Bishop sald dis-
gustedly. "I'll see your horse gets
fed." This offer St. Marie did not
accept; but Lee Bishop stayed behind
while the others went In.
"I thought I told you to stay in
here," Campo said to his daught:er,
lighting a lamp.
The sheriff's temper seemed to have
come to the end of Its string, and there
busted itself llke a roped steer. "I'm
sick and tlred of thls," he told them.
"There's something almlgbty funny
going on here, and I mean to know
what It Is]"
Campo Ragland planted himself on
wlde-spread legs, back to the stove.
"When you find out," he said sourly,
"let me know."
"rye warned you about holding out
on me," the sheriff said to Ragland.
"But now I wars you again. I mean
to get the man that killed Mason. I
mean to get him, you hear me?"
Campo Ragland said with sudden
paSslon, "God knows I'll help you every
way I can. rd tell you, If I knew any-
things"
"If you knew anythlngl" sald Hop-
per bitterly. "There Isn't a man on
your place tonight who doesn't know
more about this business than he
means to tell I"
"That's all foolishness," sald Campo
Ragland. "You've gone up in the air
because a quarter-blood cowboy looks
like he might be coming down with a
fever. As for holding stuff back frmI
you--rake us one by one If you want.
Start wlth me. Or start wit:h Kentucky
Jones. who dldn't even work for th~
Bar Hook at the time this happened.
Or take---"
"You want me to start with Ken-
~ucky Jones?" said the sheriff. "May-
I)e you'd like to hear me ask a ques-
tion or two of this Kentucky JonesT'
"Ask who and what you like," said
Ragland
Hopper swung his red-eyed stare to
Kentueky.O "Be careful how you an-
swer me. Jones; try to remember what
your boss sometimes forgets--that
maybe I know the answer before you
speak. Where were you at one o'clock
last Saturday~the day that Mason and
Zack Sanders died?"
Kentucky Jones took his time about
answering. "At noon last Satnrday,"
he said at last, "I was here at the
Bar Hook."
Sheriff Hopper grinned, but: not
pleasantly, at Campo Ragland. "There
you are," he sald.
Campo said slowly, "You never told
me that, Kentucky."
"No? I drove out to say Adios; I
was going away."
Itopper spoke to Ragland. "There's
your man that eouhln't possibly know
anything about this," he Said ironically.
"But if you think that's all I know
about Kentucky Jones, you're a fool.
I can go to court with my case against
him tomorrow, If need be." Itls tone
was that of contemptuous statement
rather than threat. "And I can pat
him where he'll have to fight h--l for
leather, as he never fought in his llfe,
before he ever gets clear."
Ragland said, "If you think being
here around that time is a case, you
don't know much about--"
"Opportunity," said the sheriff. "Op-
portunity-and motive. Just those two
things can make It tough for any man.
Yet I'm net right sure that that's el'
I can bring against him, from what
I know right now."
"Motive?" echoed Ragland, startled.
Here Lee Bishop and Joe St. Marie
returned to the room.
They saw now that the normal dark
color of St. Marie's face had returned,
and with it had come back his look of
solid strength. Sheriff Floyd Hgpper
looked at Ragland and lndlcated S~
Marie with a Jerk of his head. "Chills
and fever seem to have passed off," he
said.
Campo Ragland grunted.
"Canlpo," said the sheriff, "there's a
head going to fall--maybe more than
one head. Don't ever think that thls
Is going to blow over, and be lost sight
of in a general dust:. There*s a man
going to be hooked hard and per-
manent before I'm through."
"Floyd, what are you going to do?
You mean you're taking Kentucky
Jones?"
"No. I'll know how to get him when
I want him, I think. Now make your
choice, Campol If you don't want to
string wlth me, I can go on without
you. But you may not like your choice
before this thing ls through."
"I don't know what you mean," sald
Ragland.
"Suit yourself," said Hopper; "only,
don't be too sure that this case is
shaping up against Kentucky Jones."
Rsgland angered again. ~Look here,
Floyd--I'm plenty tired of this. You
can't come In here and talk that way
to me! I'm not going to stand for It,
"QUOTES"
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
NEED FOR SCIENCE
By DR. KARL T. COMPTON
President Massachusetts Institute of
Technology.
IT SEEMS to me that what is
needed is a bilateral program
for putting science to work for the
national welfare. There is needed on
the one side the co-operation of the
scientists of the country generally, to
assist the government in putting the
work of its scientific bureaus on a
: scale of maximum efficiency and value.
There is needed, on the other hand,
a new type of government leadership
whereby the scientific men of the
country may be brought together to
make an intelligent and co-ordinated
attack on the great problems which
are faelng the country at those points
which science may offer hope of ak
levlatlon or solution.
THE STOCK EXCHANGE
By CItARLES R. GAY
Officer New York Stock Exchange.
you hear me?" THERE is a widespread mis-
"Have it your own way, Campo." 1understanding of the Ex-
The sherlff plcked up his coat and change; what it really is. It does
gloves, not buy or sell securities. It does not
Nobody urged him to stay. Campo ~ dictate prices. It Is simply a market~
Bagland asked what: Hopper wanted ~ s meeting place where members gather
them to do about Zaek Sanders, and~to transact business In securities. It
received instructions for reporting In i ls not a private club. It is a national
Waterman for an Inquest. No great!institution lilling a national need of
warmth of understanding marked Hop- i first importance. To It come the orders
per's departure, lot those who wish to turn cash into
"If you change your mlnd, Campo," ! earning power or securities Into cash,
sheriff said, "let me know." I and the prices registered on our tick-
thIe tell you I don't know what you're !ors are a composite of the hopes and
ralking about!" Campo said stubborn-i fears and necessities of the world's
ly; and the sheriff took the long trail ~ security holders. It is a great liquid
back to town.
Stamping back into the house. Campo
Rag]and turned immediately upon floe
St. Marie.
"Look here, St. Marle---If something
funny has happened around here I
want to know what It is." "I don't feel so good."
"Who did you throw down on when
you went out to feed your horse?"
"Who? Me?"
Campo Ragland exploded at hlm.
"Yes, you I Who did you fire at? Come
out with it. now!"
"I thought I saw a coyote," said St.
Marie.
"Don't you lie to me! You can't get
away with that stuff here!" "I don't feel so good."
Campo Ragland gave It up In dis-
gust, ~nd St. Marie hurriedly took him-
self out of range, retiring to the bunk
hour.
Campo sQemed bewildered. To Ken-
tucky Jones It seemed that the cross
purposes which held the boss of tee
Bar Hook In a state of paralysis were
now ~lmost physically visible, as wind
is visible in prairie hay by Its effect.
Here was an owner whose range wa~
being swamped, overwhelmed by the
herds o~ his enemy; he faced a rule
which cmfld only be averted by an
immedla~ and determined contest for
the ground. Yet something had thrown
and hogtied this man--some obscure
and hlddeQ circumstance which he
seemed at a loss to combat, Kentucky
no longer could doubt that the circum-
stance which hogtied Ragland had to
do with JeaL
"I'll hire a cook when we go In for
the inquest." Itagland spoke tonelessly,
like a man seeking to escape from oth-
er things. "Jean wants to do the cook.
lag, and I'll le~ her, I guess; but you
fellers will have to get the fires startea
in the morning."
"I'11 take first ~raek at it," said Lee
Bishop.
Kentucky Jone~ saw his chance and
Jumped It. The ultimate answer might
be deep in twisted trails, but his next
step was obvious lnd immediate: he
had to force the tru:h out of SL Marie.
Lee Bishop's removal would make op-
portunity for this, since the other
bands would not be hack from Water-
man until the cars had been loaded In
the morning. "Then take the bunk off
the kitchen, Lee," he said. 'Tll run
down and get you you,• bed."
Down In the bunk h~.use, to whlch
Joe St. Marie had retired, no light
showed ; but from within came the com-
plicated rhythms of a ~muth organ
played by a master, tell'Dg Kentucky
that his man was still there, and
awake. The mouth organ fell silent,
however, as he approached; and, Ken-
tucky stepping into the full light of
no less than three lamps, saw that
blankets screened ]he windows; and
a six-gun had replaced the mouth or-
gan in floe St. Marie's hands.
"Oh, lt's you," said St. Marie sheep-
Ishly, and dropped the six-gun on the
bunk beside him.
I,:entucky cast a glance at the blan-
ketS whlch screened the wlndows.
"Look here. If I'm going to sleep in
this bunk house I want to know who
you thought wan going to fire through
the window."
"I hung those up to keep the cold
wind out," said St. Marie.
"You don't figure to tell me, huh?"
"Nothing to tell.~
"You look here, floe! If ever a man
was scared, you were when you came
into that kitchen tonlght. Now I want
to know what lifted you out of your
bootS."
St. Marle considered briefly, then
shrugged. "It wasn't anything; you'd
laugh."
"Try It out. anyway. What was it
drew your fire. out there by the cot-
raW'
(TO BE CONTINUED)
imarket responsive to the needs of a
great nation. It exists because It fills
a vital need and because it Is equipped
to render service.
LIVING COSTS
By PROF. P. G. ~AM~,IERER
Noted Educator.
F THE value of gold remains
I x~ here it was in February, 1933,
and al~)roximately where it is to-
day in the free gold markets of the
world, the cost of living will have to
rise by about 50 per cent above what
It Is today before the "slack" repre-
sented by the reduction in the gold
content of our dollar has been com-
pletely taken up.
If, however, as appears more like-
ly, the value of gold depreciates to its
1926 level after the present crisis-
stimulated and world-wide scramble
for gold has subsided, then. when
once the "slack" has been complete-
ly taken up, the cost of living will be
about 116 per cent higher than it tS
nOW,
LESS DOGMA
By SIR WILFRED GRENFEI~
Labrador Physician.
WE ARE still a very young
world and I believe that we
are getting better. I think that re-
ligion Is stronger than ever, even
though church attendance may not In-
dicate it. There is less today of both
dogma and "Intellectual" roll,on. But
there Is more religion of the kind that
comes from the heart, Instead of the
head. Now In science, for example, no
doctor fifty years ago when science
was materialistic dared to speak of
spiritual things. Now, if you want to
hear the gospel spoken, go to the
Royal Academy of Science.
A NEW LOCARNO
By DR. HENRYK GRUBER
Polish Economist.
IT IS just because of the failure
of the political Locarno that
the nations feel they should come
to an economlc Locarno as soon as pos-
slble. If stabllizatlon could be ar-
ranged today it would be the beglnnlng
of recovery.
The questlon of tariffs would have to
be included In the agenda. Today each
country is in a box, surrounded by tar-
Iff walls--an absurd situation. If one
can only find a way to open that box
the nations will be able to breathe
more easily and the circulation of
world trade would start again.
ffLOATING FORTRESSES
By SIR BOLTON EYRES-MONSELL
British Naval Expert.
L'~E\V people realize the great
,I~ defensive power that even our
~ld battleships have today against
air attack. The battleship" of the fu-
ture will be a veritable fortress of de-
Tense. I am confident that battleships,
though not necessarily big ones, will
remain the pivots whereon all our
~hlps wlll perform their hlstorlc rune-
lion of keeping open empire eommunl-
:ations and maktng a tremendous con-
tributlon toward the general tranqulN
lty of the world by making oar quarter
~f the globe safe.
WAR PROFITS
By %VELFORD I. KING
Professor of Economics, New York
University.
THERE is something grisly
and repellent in the thought
that men sitting safely in swi~;el
chairs should reap fortuhes from a
war 1~ which millions of as good or
better men, who are facing the loss of
life or limb, or are suffering from dis-
ease and wounds, are yet selling their
services for but a few paltry dollar~
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EXPLAINING IT
=Yes, It Is really remarkable," ob-
served mother at the head of the ta-
ble. "Clifford seems to eat twice as
much chicken when we have vis-
Itors."
"Indeed !" exclaimed the lady rialto
or. "And, pray, why Is that, Cllf-
ford?"
"'Cause that's the only time we
have It !" replied the truthful lad.
BOYS I GIRLS !
Read the Gr~tpe Nuts ad In anothe~
column of this paper and learn ho~
to Joln the Dlzzy Dean Wlnners and
wln valuable free prlzes.~Adv,
Domesticity
"Would you marry for money?"
"No," answered Miss Cayenne.
"that Is, not too much money. A man
who is constantly being Investi-
gated Is sure to spend tlme awaY
from home and be Irritable at break-
fast."
Many Like Him
George---I always do my hardest
work before breakfast.
Fred--What's that ?"
George--Getting up.
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