The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 21, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Thursday, August 21, 1952 een ad BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFF. SMITH TH’ GOODEST way tS TO WAAL ~~ SOME'S + ISAY-*HOW DO THEY PEDOLE THIS STUFF YOU CALL ENJOVIN' HERSELF WHILE SHE'S AWAY-- I AM-- BECAUSE SHE fm KEEP f= IM IN A MOOD FOR A BiG BLAST! SLICKER'N PUT YORE JUG IN BUT WE CANT y THEY'RE ALL STAGE A PARTY witHour MEN.’ —AND I'VE CALLED EVERY BUSY TONIGHT: YEAH-- euT SUPPOSE _— HELLO-YES-MAGGIE- JUST A MINUTE WHILE I FIX THE Ny ae YOURE SHOT! WHO DID IT? J AND DON'T FORGET TO CALL UP MOTHER-DID YOU PAY THE GROCER ? AND TELL THE HAI2 Y| DRESSER ILL SEE HER NEXT WEEK- PHONE MRS. BIGANFAT= By Fred Lasswell YO'RE NEW QROUND HERE, AIN'T YE ? By George McManus HAVE THE CARPENTER FIX - THE GATE-AND- = HOW CAN WE COMPETE WITH THOSE CURVY DISHES 2 NO MEN ZNO DATES” DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING?! _ Ov- et bebbw AP Nowsfeatures Chapter 15 ioe got to nis feet and tap toward his mount, try- ing to jam more cartridges into the magazine. He got in two, heard Black Jack Caswell’s sten- torian roar come floating over the elbow-shaped ridge beyond the turn. “Cut up over the hump and Ei m from behind,” he was lowing. “Hurry before them two women get away.” Montana, leaping at the now suddenly plunging gelding, was concious of a sense of relief. His plan had worked. Black Jack thought the girls had gone on down the gully while he re- mained to hold off the others. A bound carried him up and he loped off down the gully again, ducking from sight in the timber. But his luck was not to hold. From somewhere back behind, the remainder of the re-grouped riders had taken up the pursuit and were firing wildly through the trees. One of those shots found its mark. The bullet drove in through its right flank and seemed to explode the gallant heart of the animal Montana rode. It stumbled first and then a cry that was almost human came from its throat. That cry was a warning as it went down. Montana went over its head and rolled over and over, regaining his feet, dazed and wobbly. Montana glanced down through the timber. His attackers were running by, unaware that a chance shot had dismounted him. A look at his repeater showed a muzzle choked with dirt. The weapon was temporarily useless. He ran staggering along the tree-studded incline of the gully, backbrush grabbing at his legs. Limbs slashed at his face. He climbed higher and finally fell panting back of a rotten log. Hoofbeats sounded frum sume- BY WILLIAM HO?PSON HELL'S RORSEMAN Se where down below. More followed and they came from opposite di- rections. He heard them pull up together. “See anything of him?” yelled |< a voice. “Nothing. He just disappeared | in thin air.” The next voice belonged to Ro Rundert. “He’s got to be around here somewhere,” the Road Run- ner said. “We'd have heard his horse otherwise. Get in that tim- ber all around here and flush him out!” “You don’t say!” came in a jeering reply. “Listen, Ro, if you’da plugged him back in the junction while he was in that saloon, this wouldn’ta happened. Black Jack is going to be plenty riled at you over this mess. You wait and see. And if you’re so all-fired anxious to git him, then go hunt him all by yore purty little self. I'm goin’ back up and see what Black Jack says.’ A YELL came then, from far up the gully. Montana heard subsided, and the words shot cold fear into his heart. s “Hey. Dutch! Oh .. . Dutchie! Send somebody out to round up the boys and come over here pronto. Two of these hoss tracks lead off up the ridge. We've split ‘em up! The two wimmin went this way. Come on, you men— we've got those two wimmin. They'll never get more’n miles.” : 3 It was true. The two girls wouldn't have a chance now. They would be run down and caught. And Montana was alone, afoot in outlaw country, where proba- bly a dozen outlaws would soon be combing the country to shoot him on sight; for if the girls were caught, his identity as the man who had shot it out with Black |Jack’s men at Buckner’s would ‘definitely be established. it plainly, his pantin LOST and FOUND 3 a mall white fuzzy Answers o the name Curley 32-8 12 per line for one day He per line for three days 10c per line for six days 9c per line for twelve days 8c per line for twenty-four days Minimum of 3 lines per insertion |_oproxruntimes |OPPORTUNITY ‘Retiatle party {nandle wholesale fast selling able man with Eien tarmers tno FZ unloaded the repeater, cleane out the barrel as best he could. wickly he reloaded and then gan creeping through the tim- ber, back to where the fight first had taken place. It was quiet now and he saw no signs of men about. He came to the place where the gicls had gone up and looked down upon the scene below. No emoticn bothered him as he saw the sprawled figures of the men he had killed, but his lips thinned as he saw the saddles. Caswell had ordered the horses of the dead men unsaddled and turned loose, out of reach of man on foot. “They've gone, I reckon,” Mon- tana said slowly. “They'll get the girls first. or try to. Then they'll come back, figuring I can’t get very far on foot.” Nor could he, but a man could try. He set off in the direction of the stage. It took him more than hour to cover the distance that the run- ning horses had made in what now seemed minutes. But the ho that had risen so high now fell flat as he saw only emptiness where the other stage mounts had been. They either had broken loose_at the first shooting or the wily Black Jack had sensed Mon- tana’s plans and sent a man back. It didn’t matter. They were | eae sat down on the log gone. Orndorf lay sprawled in death where he had fallen. Saunders had shot him through the side of the neck. Montana strode past him and went to the place where the fire had been. The coals were stil! faintly warm and the food lay untouched except for a little un- successful pecking by the birds. He sat down and ate the cold fi fixing up some of the biscuits bacon to carry with him. Then he rose and headed due West again, toward Buckner’ Crossing fifteen miles away. (Zo be continued)