The McGregor Mirror. (McGregor, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, January 11, 1935 Page: 5 of 8
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FRIDAY, JANUARY 11, 1935
McGregor mirror. McGregor, texas
ROBBERS'
ROOST
CHAPTER VIII.—After camp has
been made, Jim seeks out Smoky Slo-
cum, and secures -his promise to aid
in case Helen is threatened with harm
by the villainous Hays. Jim hears a
wild cry in the night. Before he dies,
Latimer, who was wounded in the fight
with Heeseman, tells Jim and Smoky
that Hays has held out some of the
money he stole from Herrick.
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CHAPTER IX.—In the “roost” the
robbers make permanent camp. Jim
[keeps a watchful eye on Helen. She
(steals from her tent at night to tell
mm that she fears the outlaw, Hank
Hays. While they whisper, Hank steals
upon them. Jim makes him believe that
he has spurned a bribe from the girl
to rescue her. Heeseman’s riders are
seen approaching and the desperadoes
prepare to fight.
~ “Nbf from you—you yellow dog of, a
•woman thief!”
Smoky Slocum ran out in time to
get in front of Jim.
“Hyar! Hyar!” he called, piercing-
ly. “Is this a time fer us to fight 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
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 called him. But leave your
dispute till we settle with Heeseman.”
“All righh 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.” v-wf t
“Wai, 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 aimin’ to fight or run?” quer-
ied Smoky.
“We might git packed light, if some-
thin’ holds them up. But wre can’t
leave the way we come in. Dirty Devil
too high. Heeseman has stumbled on
the nest best way. If we had plenty
of time. . . . But rustle, evei’ybody.”
Mac and Jeff were already in lum-
bering flight up the oval. And Happy
Jack, not concerned enough to stop his
whistling, was sacking his utensils.
Hays made for the notch in the bluff
west of the cabin. Jim sprang into
action, while Smoky dashed off toward
the cottonwood grove.
Upon Jim’s first return trip from
the cave he encountered the girl bur-
dened with her effects.
“Helen, I’ll carry that. Hurry.
We’ve no time to lose.”
At the back of the cave there was
a crack deep enough to protect Helen, j
He directed her to hide inside and
await developments.
Jim ran on towrard the camp, re-
solving to withhold a shell in his rifle
and to keep a sharp watch on Hays.
The nest quarter of an hour was
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, and 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.
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arrived from the other direction.
“Heeseman—with his outfit—nine in
all,” he heaved. “They’re scatterin’ to
surround the roost. . . . But they can’t
cross—below us—an’ across there it’s
—out of range. . . . We’re all right.”
j 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 reach in daylight,
j 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,
j Almost at once he caught a move-
ment of a dark object through a crev-
ice in the rim. The 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 flopped over. A shrill
’ cry, unmistakable to any man used to
1 gunplay, rent the air. Jim knew he
had reached one of the Heeseman
gang, to disable him, if no more. Next
I instant a raking fire swept the brush-
on both sides of Jim, , He dropped
down into the cave.
Smoky stood there, in the afet of
djfnbing.
“S£ey near got me,’’ .rang out Jim.
■I hit one of them way over where
they shot at Bridges, ibere’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 3”
“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 Srhoky had shot at
sank flat and lay still. Next moment
a volley banged from the cliff and a
storm of. bullets swept hissing and
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CHAPTER X
Smoky came panting in with 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?”
vUHosses.”
“Jim. keep your eye peeled on the
said Smoky, and stole forward
under cover of the brush.
Presently a white puff of smoke
showed above the ragged rim. Spang!
The fight was on. One of Hays’ men
Bridges—let out a hoarse bawl and
swayed over, almost losing his bal-
ance. Jim looked no more at him, but
concentrated his gaze on the rim. An-
other puff of white! Something dark—
a man’s slouch hat—bobbed up. Jim’s
rifle, already raised, swerved a trifle—
cracked. The hat went flying.
The horses came over the bench,
frightened, but not stampeding, and
Mac drove them into the corral. This
was around the corner from the range
of the sharpshooter of the rim.
Bridges, reeling on the 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
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 metallic, 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 his 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 death.”
“Huh. I feel somethin’ too—clear to
my marrow—an’ it’s sickish an’ cold.
. . . Jim, I’ll sneak out an’ crawl back
of them. Thet’s my idee. I don’t have
wrong idees at this stage of a fight.”
That was the last he 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 he vanished.
Scarcely had he gotten out of sight
when Jim thought of the field glass.
Smoky should have taken it. Jim
risked going back to his pack to se-
cure it, and had the fun of dodging
another bullet.
What had become of Hays? Wait-
ing alone among these deflecting bul-
lets wore on Jim’s mood. He decided
to peep out of the hole again. To this
end he climbed to the shelf, rifle in
hand and the glass slung around his
neck.
He could command every point with
the aid of the field glass, without ex-
posing his head.
An instant later a far-off shot
thrilled Jim. That might be Smoky.
.Suddenly a dark form staggered up,
flinging arms aloft, silhouetted black
birainst the sky. That must be the
Sharpshooter. Smoky had reached
him. Headlong he pitched off, the cliff,
to plunge sheer into the wash below.
Sinoky had at least carried out his
idea.
Suddenly Jim espied Hays boldly
mounting the slope. But it appeared
that he had not been discovered yet.
Those on top were facing the unseen
peril to the west.
Jim marveled at the purpose of the
robber chief. Still another shot from
Smoky—the last! But Hays had
reached high enough to see over.
Leveling the rifle he took deliberate
aim. Then he fired.
“Heeseman!” hissed Jim, as sure as
if he himself had held that gun.
Hays, working the lever of his rifle,
bounded back and aside. Shots
boomed. One knocked him to his
knees, but he lunged up to fire again.
Again he was hit, or the rifle was,
for it broke from his hands. Drawing
his two revolvers he leveled them,
and as he fired one, then the other,
he backed against the last broken sec-
tion of the wall. Jim saw the red
dust spatter from the rock above.
The shots thinned out and ceased.
Hays was turning to the left, his re-
maining gun lowered. He was aiming
down the slope on the other side. He
fired again—then no more. Those who
were left of Heeseman’s outfit had
taken flight. Hays watched them,
strode to the side of the big rock, and
kept on watching them.
Soon he turned back and, sheathing
one gun, took to reloading the other.
It was at this moment that Jim relin-
quished the field glass to take up his
rifle. With naked eyes through the
aperture in the brush, he could see
Hays finish loading his gun.
This moment, to .Tim’s avid mind,
was the one in whiqh. to kill , the rob-
ber. n't; u-rew. a Dead on Hays’ breast.
But he could not press the trigger.
Lowering the hammer, Jim watched
Hays stride up among the rocks, to
disappear.
Jim leaped up out of the hole to
have a better look. Far beyond the
red ridge he discerned men running
along the white wash. There were
three of them, scattered. A fourth ap-
peared from behind a bank, and he
was crippled. He waved frantically to
the comrades who had left him to fare
for himself. They were headed for
the cove where the horses still stood.
And their precipitate flight attested
to the end of that battle and as surely,
to the last of Heeseman’s outfit.
(To Be Continued Next Week)
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spanging 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 bis coat pocket
on the left side. After that he opened
his shirt to strip off a broad, black
money belt. This was what had made
him bulge so and give the impression
of stoutness, when in fact he was
lean. 1-Ie hung this belt over a project-
ing point of wall.
“In case I 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.
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