The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 59, No. 42, Ed. 1 Tuesday, October 16, 1934 Page: 3 of 8
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ROBBERS ROOST
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SYNOPSIS
.Tim Wnll, younB cowpuncher from
V- yomlriK. neeks a new fluid In Utah.
He mei-ts Hank Hays, wtio tells hhn lis
In worklnB for an llnKllshman, Iler-
lick. Hay anil otliorH are plotting to
siriil their employers cattle ami money.
With 11 ay a, Jim Wall kocs to Mer-
rick's ranch. Hays and his lieutenants
drive off a bunch of cattle. Heeseman
is Hays' rival unions the cattle rustlers.
Jim is sent to meet Miss Herrlek. Hays
betrays unusual interest In the Kill's
corning. Wall (inds himself falliriK In
love with Helen, and he fears Hays
hag designs on the girl. Jim coaches
her In riding western style, and tlnal-
!v kisses her. She Is angry and dis-
misses him, bu' relents and asks him
not to leave the ranch. Hays' men re-
turn from the drive, having sold the
cattle and brought back the money.
A quick getaway Is Imperative. Hays
tells them to gn on ahead, that he
will join them. He comes, with Helen
Herrlek—a captive. Hays explains that
he etole Helen for ransom. Realizing
that Helen will be worse off If she
falls Into Heeseman's clutches, Jim
Wall does nothing. Heeseman's ridels
come in pursuit. Hays leads the Rang
into a canyon retreat—The Robbers'
Room. Latimer, one of Hays' gang,
wounded with Heeseman, tells Jim thai
Hoys has held out some of the mom)
he stole from Herrlek, In the "roost '
Jim keeps a watchful eye on H.it-n.
Heeseman's riders are seen approach-
ing and the desperadoes prepare to
fight.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
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"1 should shiver she dirt. Stri.c\
Hays' hair-trigger gun—cocked—right
Into my holly, an says: 'Will you tie
this villain—an' swear by your honor
not to release him or allow any of
I heso other men to do so—or will you
have me shoot you?"
"How'd she get that gun?"
"Wal, she snatched It qulcker'n
ilghtnln', that's how. An' when she
cocked it with both hands it went off
hang! The bullet went between
Hank's legs. Tickled him. You can
see the hole In his pants. Scared? My
Uowd, you never see a man so scared.
Thet gurl, cool as a cucumber, cocked
the gun again, an' held Hays up—then
all of us.
"We was sittln' at the table. She
made us all stand, bands high, an'
then she performed thet little trick
with Hank's gun agin my gizzard. Jim,
1 hope to die If I didn't go cold an'
stiff. But I promised on my word of
honor—as a robber—thet I'd tie Hank
up, an" make the other fellers play
suunre. It was so funny, too, thet 1
near bust. Hays, soon as he was
helpless, got over his scare, an' then
was he mad 1 I reckon no one on this
earth saw a madder man. He cussed
so terrible thet she made me gag
him."
"Well, I'll he—blowed!" gasped Jim.
"No wonder. Wo was wuss. We'd
had breakfast, an' Hank was tryln' to
face us fellers. I'll say he came
dean, Jim. He divided all the money
he got from Herrlek an' his sister, an'
tlie gold things an' diamonds. 'Kel-
lers.' he said, 'I could lie an' say I
mennt to give tills to you later. But
I'm not built thet way. 1 double-
crossed you all—first time In my life.
I mennt to keep It all, an' the ransom,
fer the girl. But now there won't he
no ransom, for I'm not goln' to give
Iter up. She's mine, an' I can do as
1 want, an' if any of you don't like It
you can mgke your kick now.' . . .
V'al. we was so plumb flabbergasted
thet we didn't see the gurl, who came
close on. the sun side of Happy's shel-
ter. She heard the whole d—n' show.
. . . Jim, I wish you could have seen
her when she stepped up to Hank. I
don't know what did it—mebbe her
eyes—but he shore wilted. It was then
she snatched his gun."
"So that's the deal!" ejaculated Jim.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't nsk mo. I gave my word an
I'll keep it. Kor thet matter the rest
of our outfit air fer the gurl. ransom
or no runsom."
Suddenly Jim awoke out of his
stupefaction to remember the approach
of Heeseman.
"Smoky, I know what you're all go-
ing to do, and that's fight," he flashed,
eurtly. "Heeseman's outfit Is coming.
1 sighted them perhaps three miles.
Traveling slow, but sure. We've no
Mine to pack an' get away. We've got
to find the best place to stand an'
tight, an' pack our stuff Into It
pronto."
"Heeseiuan!" cried Smoky, coolly.
"So it's come. 1 reckoned on thet.
(!it busy, men."
.Ilm strode tinder the shelter to face
Miss Herrlek. She had heard, for she
un> white.
"We're nil but surprised by Heese-
mm > outfit," he said, abruptly. "We
't ip i tit'iu Von will be worse off If
you fail Into their bands. I'm sorry
I must release Hays. We need him.''
"'I'oo late!" she exclaimed.
"Pack your things quickly and hurry
over to the cave on this side." Then
Jim picked up Hays' gun from the
table and ran out. I'lrat he removed
the gag, then In terse terms be stated
the situatlou. Next he teleased the
robber from his painful fix and handed
him the gun.
"Heeseman, huh! Wal, so be It!"
Hays said, facing Jim with an ulr of
finality that Intimated relief.
"How far are they away?" he
asked.
"Two miles."
"We've got half an hour—mebbe.
Did you think to look fer the bosses?"
"Eight horses in the—valley Others
not In sight."
"Fine scout you air. How come you
didn't spy them soon enough fer us
to rustle out of hyar?"
"I couldn't have seen them half a
mile sooner," snapped Jim. "They
came out from behind a bank."
"Hell's fire! Tell thet to me? You
was sleepln'."
"You're a liar," flashed Jim, leap-
ing clear of the others. "Open your
trap to me again like that!"
"Say, It's you who'll sliet his trap,"
replied Hays, stridently. "Or you'll git
a dose of the medicine I gave Brad
Lincoln."
"Not from you—you yellow dog of a
woman thief!"
Smoky Slocum ran out in time to
get In front ">f Jim.
"Hyar! Hyar!" he called, piercing-
ly. "Is tliis a time fer us to tight each
other? Cool down, Jim. Make allow-
ances fer Hays. He's wuss'n drunk."
"I don't care a d—n If there's ten
outfits on our trail. He can't talk to
Jim's Rifle, Already Raised,
Swerved a Trifle—Cracked. The
Hat Went Flying.
me that way. . . . And, Smoky, I
reckon you're presuming on friend-
ship."
"Shore I am," returned Slocum, hur-
riedly. "I'll not do it again, Jim. Hays
Is what you cal]ed him. But leave your
dispute till we settle with Heeseman."
"All right. You're talking sense," re-
plied Jim. He had been quick to grasp
the opening made by Hays. "There
must be ten riders in Heeseman's out-
fit."
"Wal, thet suits me," rejoined the
robber, harshly.
"Now think fast," snapped Smoky.
Hays pulled himself together. "Mac,
you an' Jeff run to fetch what hosses
you can find quick. . . . Jack, you an'
Smoky an' Wall hustle the grub, cook
kit, packs an' beds Into thet cave
across the wash. I'll git up high an'
watch. When I yell, dig fer cover."
"You almin' to fight or run?" quer-
ied Smoky.
"We might git packed light, lf some-
thin' holds them up. But we can't
leave the way we come In. Dirty Devil
too high. Heeseman has stumbled on
the next best way. If we had plenty
of time. . . . But rustle, everybody."
Mac and Jeff were already In lum-
bering flight up the ovnl. And Happy
Jack, not concerned enough to stop nis
whistling, was sacking his utensils.
Hays made for the notch in the bluff
west of the cabin. Jim sprang Into
action, while Stnoky dashed off toward
the cottouwood grove.
Upon Jim's first return trip from
the cave he encountered the girl bur-
dened with her effects.
"Heleu, I'll carry that. Hurry.
We've no time to lose."
At the tack of the cave there was
a crack deep enough to protect Helen.
He directed her to bide inside and
await developments.
Jim ran on toward the camp, re-
solving to withhold a shell In his rifle
and to keep a sharp watch on Hays.
The next quarter of an hour wns
filled with strenuous and unceasing ac-
tion. Their united efforts collected all
the supplies, utensils, saddles and
packs, and several of the beds in the
three-cornered cave back and to one
side of the shack. A huge slab of stone
lay across the top of this triangular
notch In the cliff. The wall had been
hollowed by the action of water. A
small stream flowed out from the base
of the wall.
It was the best place for defense
In the oval, ant* Jim believed Hays'
outfit could hold It Indefinitely, though
they couldn't save the horses. If It
came to a siege they could be re-
leased.
CHAPTER X
Smoky came pantiug In witli Hays'
pack, and started off again.
"That's enough, Smoky," called Jim.
Slocum returned. "Nothin' left—
'cept Hank's bed," he panted. "I—
couldn't—locate thet."
"Listen!"
"What do you hear?"
"Ilosses."
"Jim, keep your eye peeled on the
clifl'," snid Smoky, and stole forward
under cover of tlie brush.
Presently a white puff ot smoke
showed above the ragged rim. Spang!
The light was on. One of Hays' men
—Bridges—let out a hoarse bawl and
swayed over, almost losing his bal-
ance. Jim looked no nore at him, but
concentrated his gaze on the rim. An-
other puff of white! Something dark-
it man's slouch hat—bobbed up. .lira's
rifle, already raised, swerved a trifle—
cracked. The hat went flying.
The horses came over the bench,
frightened, hut not stampeding, and
Mac drove them into Hie corral. This
was around the corner from the range
of the sharpshooter of the rim.
Bridges, reeling on tlie horse, followed
Mac, who ran out of the corral to
catch him as he fell. Then, as they
came along close to the wall. Hays
arrived from the other direction.
"Heeseman—with his outfit—nine In
all," he heaved. "They're scntterin' to
surround the roost. . . . But they can't
cross—below us—an' across there it's
—out of range. . . . We're all right."
A bullet thudded Into the wall, fol-
lowed by the report of a rifle.
"Duck back! That was from some-
where else." shouted Hays.
They dove twenty feet farther back.
Here they were apparently safe, ex-
cept from the grassy ridge of the oval
In front, which it was unlikely any
sharpshooters could reacli in daylight.
After a careful study Jim crept into
the brush, stirred by a renewal of
firing from the west rim. Wisps of
white cloud, thinning on the light
wind, located the positions of the
shooters. First Jim peered through
the growth of brush directly in front.
Almost at once be caught a move-
ment of a dai*k object through a crev-
ice in tlie rim. Tlie distance was great
for accurate shooting at so small a
target. But with a rest he drew a
coarse, steady aim and fired once.
The object Hopped over. A shrill
cry, unmistakable to any man used to
gunplay, rent the air. Jim knew lie
bud reached one of the Heeseman
gang, to disable him, if no more. Next
instnnt a raking tire swept the brush
on both sides of Jim. He dropped
down Into the cave.
Smoky stood there, In the act of
climbing.
"They near got me," rang out Jim.
"1 hit one of them way over where
they shot at Bridges. There's a bunch
of them hid on that cliff to the right
of the outlet, you know, where Jeff
went up to scout."
"Jim, they got us located," replied
Slocum, gravely.
"Sure. But so long as they can't
line on us in here—"
"They can move all around. An'
pretty soon Heeseman will figger thet
men behind the high center In front
can shoot straight In hyar."
"They're below the ridge now. Look
sharp, Smoky, or they might get a
couple of shots In first."
"Wal, If they do I hope both bullets
lodge in Hank's gizzard."
"My sentiments exactly. . . . Smoky,
I saw something shine. Tip of a rifle.
Right—to the right. ... Ah!"
"Take the first feller, Jim. . . . One
—two—three."
The rifles cracked In unison. Jim's
mark sprang convulsively up, and
plunged down to roll and weave out of
sight. The man Smoky had shot at
sank flat and lay still. Next moment
a volley banged from the cliff and a
storm of bullets swept hissing and
spangitig uncomfortably close.
Jim slid and leaped to the floor of
the cave below. Smoky, by lying
down, lowered the rifles to him, and
then came scrambling after.
Hays had slouched back to them,
followed by Happy.
"Jack, gimme Jeff's gun an' belt."
Hays said, and receiving them, he
buckled them over his own. Next he
opened his pack to take out a box of
rifle shells, which he broke open to
drop the contents In his coat pocket
on the left side. After that be opened
ids shirt to strip off a broad, black
money belt. This was whAi had made
him bulge so and give the Impression
of stoutness, when In fact he vyas
ieun. He hung this belt over a project-
ing point of wall.
"In case 1 don't git back," he added.
"An' there's a bundle of chicken-feed
change In my pack."
There was something gloomy and
splendid about him then. Fear of God,
or man, or death was not In him.
Rifle In hand he crept to the corner
on the left and boldly exposed him-
self, drawing a volley of shots from
two quarters. Then he disappeared,
"What's Hays' Idea?" asked Jim.
"He must know a way to sneak
around on them."
A metnilic, spanging sound accom-
panied rather than followed by a shot,
then a sodden thud right at hand
choked further speech. Happy Jack
had been cut short in one of ids low
whistles. He swayed a second upright,
then uttering an awful groan, he fell.
Smoky leaped to him, bent over.
"Dead! Hit in the temple. Where'd
thet bullet come from?"
"It glanced from a rock. I know the
sound."
"Jim, the only safe place from thet
—is hyar, huggin' this corner," de-
clared Smoky. "An' there ain't room
enough fer the two of us."
"Keep it, Smoky. I'm not going to
get hit. This is my day. I feel some-
thing in my bones, but It's not deatn."
"Huh. I feel soinethin' too—clear to
my marrow—an' it's sickish an' cold.
. . Jim, I'll sneak out an' crawl back
of them. Tbet's my Idee. I don't have
wrong Idees nt this stage of a fight."
That was the last ho spoke to Jim.
Muttering to himself he laid a huge
roll of bills under the belt Hays had
deposited on the little shelf of rock.
Then lie vanished.
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Mention Palestine i,nd age-old cus-
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world. Is changing. Tel Aviv, a thriv
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Its site was then only n deserted area
of rolling sand dunes, north of the
port of Jaffa. Tel Aviv, Palestine's
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short of water even for drinking. At-
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