The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 19, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, August 19, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SHUFFY SMITH WHAT HAVE YOU GOT UP YOUR SLEEVE, WELCOME “TO HOOTIN' HOLLER SID --MY NAME'S SNUFFY SMIF-- A RIP-SNORTIN' a ag ——] On! YOU'RE JUST / HORRORS / HERE COME LIKE YOUR FATHER! | | MR. HOMER ORLESS AND MR. HE DI6GRACED ME FERRIS WHEEL-I JUST KNOW LAST NIGHT AT MRS. AFTER LISTENING TO JIGGS AL LABAMMA'S PARTY-\| | THEY’LL ASK HIM TO DROP A -weune apventuee FOR ALL AND QUITE PARTICULARLY “THE NEARLY 30,000,000 WHO HOLD FISHIN AND HUNTIN' LICENSES! GIMME THIS OVETe- GROWN VANITY CASE, PLL PUT IT IN: THE TRUNK / JUSTEEN, THIS 1S BUCKY DRAKE.’ Bp ae WE'RE ALL THE OWNERS. EVERYONE IS THE BOSS. UNCLE EZRA LEFT THIS RANCH TO ALL OF US. SNUFFY ? HEY YOU ALWAYS DID HAVE AN EVE FOr CUTS MEN / PRIVATE PROPERTY or CAN IT MOVE IN? YE CAUGHT ME RED-HANDED, COUSIN WAS A RIOT LAST NIGHT- BO YOU THINK WE COULD 4 COAX HIM TO TALK AT OUR CLUB TONIGHT ?— HE WAS THE HIT OF THE itis lle- THANKS /— MIND IF I SIT IN THE MiDoLEe? — IT'LL BE COZY THAT Way, 1 YOu GEr WHAT TL MBAN.” ONLY... WELL... WE'RE TERRIBLY SHORT- HANDED, AND THE RANCH IS GOING. TO RUIN, WOULD YOU— AND SOUR FRIEND— BE WILLING TO WORK FOR US? y ax SS MOsTANA had heard enough. Many things now were clear. It was plain why Black Jack and the Dutchman and their men had been waiting in the junction; spy- ing to keep an eye on the herd and the new owner until Forrest and the girls left town. They were going to close in on the stage and take over, and then get in touch with Ramson. As for Ro Rundert, the man was playing for very big stakes. He had crossed up the man who called himself King Ramson, apparently believing that, if he worked with Caswell and the Dutchman, the haul would in the and lead the three mounts over to a tree. He tied them there and hurried back to the coach. Both girls were sound asleep. He bent and touched Belle Ram- son, the half-sister he had never known, and her range-wise eyes opened at once, He placed a finger to his li “Don’t talk,” he said, low-voiced. “Black Jack Caswell and Dutch Saunders are here with about a dozen men.” * “Where?” He nodded toward the East. “Over there. You're both being held for ransom. Rundert seems to have engineered the deal.” the saddle. Belle Ran.son calmly Ey played yout “I played you for a square one all along,” she said. “Maybe I was mistaken, maybe not. But any ae with a gun fighter is better an to chance fi into the hands of Dutch Sai Help ~~ up.” 2 ie grasped her foot and swung her to the saddle, and admiration filled him at the manner in which his half-sister had met the situa- tion. He lea astride his own mount and ward the cree! She was a woman of action. She} t long run be richer. He was anj tana, unscrupulous gunman, vain, be- lieving in himself and his cronies. | clim| Montana rolled over. With a lithe movement he twisted side- ways, jerked the 40-65 out of the warbag, reached in for a belt of .cartridges for the weapon, and Struck By | | i i slung them over his shoulder bandolier fashion. He crept down through the buckbrush, looking back, the big repeater gri in his right aes Be take chewed third up through the trees and his first thought was of Orndorf. The driver lay in a half-sitting posi- tion, his back against the trunk of pine, his mouth open and heavy snores coming from it. The whis- key had almost put him out. In covered pans the food was waiting among the ashes, and down by the creek the horses, fed and some- what rested, stood with hips slumped, eyes closed drowsily. It was a matter of moments for Montana tc get his saddle. He slipped the Winchester into its boot and then carried saddle and bridle to the horses. He didn’t know whether they were saddle- broken or not, but there was little time to bother about such shinee Selecting the three itlest-look- ing ones, he quicl rel their nosebags. No time to water them now. They couldn’t run on bellies filled with water. Orndorf had not: unharnessed the animals, and Montana worked fast, almost frantically getting off the harness but leaving on two o! the bridles. It was but the wor! of moments to cut lines into reins and too deeply to} had bee: hear. fey ae pry the ground again Helen looked at him, her eyes widening. Gone was the well man of a little while erner in Fiding leather, gun-belted, erner in riding leather, gun-belt: and carrying a big Winchester, a cartridge belt am BR one shoulder bandolier fashion. “Can you ride?” he asked. ite well, thank you.”, e'd better get going ... fast.” Something about the stoni- ness of his countenance, the guns he brought a doubt to her mind. She remembered McBain on the train. _ “Who are you?” she whispered. on did you come with us?” ey call me Montana, Miss Forrest. And I came with you to save a man’s life.” HE hurried the two of them along, for sounds had come from over in the trees. They came to the horses and Montana slipped the saddle on what he took to be going out that it mi, justment. ped on his knees before now of slipping away unseen and get! a big head start. They would have to run for it. With a slash of the long cut harness he sent Helen Forrest’s mount plunging abead and the three broke into a run the timber. Montana spurred own mount and plunged on side them. His eyes went to Eastere virl. Thank God ride! 37 gt ep caughta glance Orndorf lea; to a movement o} right hand stabbing downward over the saddle, A report, faint the rushing wind, drifted to ears. ' Saund in bestial had owes "down ” the renegade 2 Kcmecn iver, The ‘others had not hesitated. Th urred hard the tom ‘and Rundert aaa le drop} Helen Forrest and before she was | 2 aware of what was happening the dashed and a two-foot rent appeared in her skirt. He spun her Sire Saag sof wm Lightning + By SAM DAWSON NEW YORK (#—The aation's buffet revenues of the roads last year was 79 million dollars, while ex- penses totalled 110 million dollars, The roads bame the 31 milion es they pay in the states where opera‘ The Pennsylvania Railroad bee TH A Z & a Rg we Citizen Staff Photo CITY PLANNING COMMISSIONER LARRY ESCHEN and his wife had a narrow escape recently when a coconut palm in their yard was struck by lightning. Mrs. Eschen says that she heard a particularly loud thump during a recent thunderstorm. Light- ning had hit the tree and scattered dirt all over a nearby win- dow. The shock was so great that it blew water from the drain pipes in the bathroom back up through the pipes as high as the ceiling. 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