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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Evening Except Sunday By THE DECATUR DEMOCRAT CO Incorporated Entered at the Decatur, Ind. Post OB'ce as Second Claw Matter, 3 H Heller Preaident A R Holthouse, Rer’yA Bus Mgr. Dick D Heller ... Vice Preaident Subscription Rates By Mall tn Adams and Adioin Ing Counties: One year. M: >l* months. «3.25; 3 months. 11.75. By Mall, beyond Adams and Ad joining counties: One year 17; o months. 1875; 3 months, I3.*W Sing'e copies, 4 cents. By carrier. OT cents per week The decision ot the Supreme CodSt in the Lewis contempt case also proves that President Truman was right and that he knew how to handle the matter. One of the bills that has slipped through the legislature provides that retailers ot whiskey, gin. wine, and cordials mark-up their prices from 38-H to <• percent. Just why [ the law makers should pick out this particular line is not Mkdei clear, unless someone is in cohoots with the liquor set up. o o The state budget now totals 1245.000,000. which figure begins to look like the column of numerals released from Washington. It is the estimated cost of government for the next two years, in eluding a 26 million dollar in i stltutional building program In addition to the taxes paid by Hoos iers. the legislature had add'd one cent and proposes a three cents tax on cigarettes. o —o England is giving up India and, Burma, and some time ago granted independence to Egypt. There' has been nothing like this sin"the gradual downfall ol the Roman ' empire, when little by little the soldiers were withdrawn from one province, then another It must have made gloomy hearing to <h>-. Romans of that day. and plenty * of Englishmen will tool the same, about today’s withdrawals. Miss Margaret Truman, daugh- • ter of the President, will make her radio debut Sunday evening between seven and eight o'clock via the ABC. She will sing with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra and the million, of admirers of the charming and talented young lady wish her great success. Iler ( father and mother will have the , thrill of listening to her over the , radio, from the White House and at Key West. Florida. o —©- — The most sought alter autograph < tn America has just fetched sß.7<»‘» at un auction sale, it is not. as might be supposed, in the hand of Washington or Lincoln, but of Button Kwinett. now remembered i only as one of the signers of the i Declaration of Independence. He I died shortly afterwards, so tbut

Premature Infant

By Harman N. Bundesen, M. D THE mother of a premature baby in always anxiou* to know what chance her child ha* to lire and whether it can grow into a normal, healthy baby if it does These are things which cannot always be told her at once tiecause certain abnormal conditions may be present which will only show up later on. By and large, however, the most important factor in determining whether a pre mature baby will survive i* its birth weight. This, together with the type of care the baby gets during the first few months of life, and especially the Aral few daye. usually tells the story. Other Things Important Other things too. in particular cases, may turn the scale toward life or death Thus the nearer the baby is to full term, the better its chance for life Thn absentof dteaas* particularly in the mother, and an uncomplicated birth are also important. Or Ralph M Tyson of Phila delpbia has made a IVyear stud? of premature birth* in nr.ny thousands of cases. He fonou the chief «-asses to bo multiple births, that la. twin, or triplet*. toxemia or poisoning of err twin abnormal,tio of the womb. Ulnana In the mother and. in somr euans. syphilis for some nnteewt JOM dunes Os onrrwug t&ah

- specimens of his handwriting art | scarce, and enough people try to get complete sets of signatures of the signers to keep Gwinett prices *• up. Autographs, of course, have t to be proved genuine to command sale. t o o- ’ Grandma’s house with Its front and back parlor, its big kitchen ( with the range in it, the summer kitchen and the buttery all this is receding so far Into the past that soon it will be almost folk lore. In new houses all rooms that can be eliminated will be dining rooms, for example. Furniture will be telescoped to fit. with tiered bunks instead of beds, builtin drawers or shelves for dressers and no place at all for the ■ lull-sized grand piano willed to ’ the family. The smaller house will have its effect on national trends What will they be? Smaller fam \ Illes? Less time spent at home. I more in the out of doors, in the ( automobile? it will be interesting j to watch the tendencies. Decatur citizens await with interest the report and recommendaI tions of the consulting engineers :on the power plant project. Em- 1 ployed by the council, the engi- I neer's will report on the proosed 1 expansion of the electric utility ( j at its present site and deal also | with the proposal to construct a ‘ I new power house, removed from the residential district. With a 10.WO KWH turbine already on order, the suggestion has been made to set up this generating unit, boilers and auxiliary equipment as the nucules of a new plant. The public should be acquainted with the various phases of the program, for whatever step is taken now. th'- future progress : of the utility nnd the city as _u I whole should be taken into consideration. I —— I I !' The city's water supply bar been | in< reared with the revamping of | the Homesteads well and the drilling of a new one on the property; east of the Monroe street river bridge. The latter well on test produced 285 gallons of water per minute, a close runner-up with ■ the first well drilled near I'. 8. highway 224 No city can afford to take a chance on un inadequate water supply and the council has. always supported Ralph Roop. l plant superintendent, in his effort ’ to keep the supply ahead of demand. One day last summer, use; of water exceeded une million gal- I lons and tor the month of July it totaled more than 27 million gallons. During 1946. the amount of water pumped was 224.364.880 gallons, proof that the city must constantly be alert to the local need and obtain new sources ot supply. now supplied by seven deep wells.

. those born to younger women, i During one year all mother#l coming under Dr. Tyson’s ohser- , ration were giveu diets contain- ( ing large amount* of vitamins and mineral*. The number of premai ture babies born continued about . the same as in other years but l even so. the numlier of those weighing more than four pound* ■ increased. This is most important because, as I have «ald. the more a baby weighs at birth, the easier ’ it is to save it. The greatest dan ger wa* for infants born by 1 breech. that is. with the buttocks J first instead of the head The feeding of premature babies is important and. of <-ourse, the lie*! milk for them I* breast milk. These infant* mu»t also be r safeguarded against infection and * given enough fluid The body tern ’ perature must be constantly kept r up to normal by use of an incii- ’ bat or or heated bed The humidity * or moisture in the air must be 1 kept high enough in order to proted the babies Expert nursing care by a nurse r specially tralm-d la handling pre r mature infante also markedly in b creases the chances of the baby . for survival The giving of oxy * gen may help to tide 1 the Infant -ver a critical period These ba J bir* do beat when cared tor In a -I hospital equipped with all the neet e«.arv thtng J such as oxygen, tn I cubuton. and wall-trained nines I vM there* jbly ngderrtM* ** I cm * premature Mbtes

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O- ; 0 Modern Etiquette By ROBERTA LEE I o y Isn't it wrong for a person always to be suspicious of his friend*, their private lives, their habits, their convictions? A Yew True Is th- philosophy that "It is hardly possible to sus pect another without having in one's self the seeds of baseness the party Is accused of " Q If there are no near relatives,

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—— CHAPTER SEVENTEEN s THE HEAT of late afternoon ti hung over the jungle, and tired e with the long paddle. Cliff at retched a out on the warm sand, while Janet v curled up in the shade. Lilli, still I seated In the canoe, watched Cliff t for a time, then thrust both her arms into the water. < •'There's a deep hole around that 1 bend,” she observed to no one tn I particular, "and never any alii- I gators Guess I'll go for a swim.” Cliff said nothing, but the prospect of a swim brought instant response from Janet. “I'd love to go, 1 if I had a suit " ' 'Suit to swim in?” Lilli looked at her uncertainly, and Janet reddened at Cliff's chuckle 1 She stood up. “Can I go with ' you. Lilli?" Her voice was just the 1 least defiant I' There was an eloquent pause be- ! I fore Dill answered. "You can if ■ you want” Not an enthusiastic invitation, i and as Janet followed Lilli up- i stream, she realized how much the girl resented her All afternoon 1 Lilli had barely spoken to anyone but Cliff, and now a mist lifted from Janet's eyes She should hav< known it from the start! How could It be other than a marvelous •dventure for Lilli when Cliff Bogard dropped literally out of the sky, an adventure that Lilli would do everything in her power to keep wholly hers? She had not wanted Janet with them on this trip to the hinterlands. She had not wanted Janet around at all. With new eyes Janet looked at the slender, brownskinned girl. She was fashioned for love, she was standing at its very portals, and Janet felt a surge of sympathy sweep over her, without quite knowing why. IJlli's swimming hole was a clear, shady pool, sheltered by a crescent-shaped beach of river sand. It looked temptingly cool and. seating herself by the edge, Janet pulled off her shoes and short socks. “It’s way over your head," Lili! warned, them in the same breath she asked: "Have you known him long?" For a second Janet did not understand. "Oh. Mr. Bogard? No, not long. Two days." Lilli began tracing little circles in the sand. "He's awful nice, isn't he?” Instead of answering. Janet asked. “Have you ever been in love. Lilli?” The girl seemed to consider. ”1 guess not." she said at last. “Vicente used to —" She broke off, then swiftly she looked up. "Are YOU in love with him ?” "Cliff Bogard? Heavens, no. He doesn't even like me." “Don't you like HIM ?" The question came with Involuntary vehemence. “I don't know whether I do or not We didn't get off to a very good start—" Janet hesitated. It would have been truer to say she hadn't played fair with him. She hadn't been above-board — she couldn't be. He had suspected her, and that wasn’t a very firm foundation for friendship. With a pang of envy. Janet reflected how completely different it was between laili and Cliff—no erase purposes there, no need for watching every word. They could, just be themselves. But Dili was still waiting exi pectantly, and Janet said, “He has I a nice smile. I think he's more at home among men women. I£2

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who Should give the bride away? | AAn old friend of the family may a.-eume this duty. Q. Should a well • dressed man I wear much jewelry? A. No; and what Is worn should I lie of the simplest design. O| I Household Scrapbook j By ROBERTA LEE 0 0 i _____ Bleaching Wood To bleach a discolored wooden

stopped. She must have been think- p ing more about Ji iff Bogard than s< she knew, and a little disconcerted at the knowledge, she drew off her w white blouse and laid it on the o bank. “Do you remember my father, LUU?” she asked. tl "Dr. Norman? Yes. He used to v come over when anybody was sick. 1: He came to see Vin once when he had a fever so bad they thought 1 he'd die.” e “You knew Vicente well?" t “We played together all the time, s Then when he had trouble with the i vaqueros he went to Uve in the r Blacklands." 1 "Do you see him often?" j “I used to. Not any more—not since he took up lighting the vaquerns ” Resentment was manifest , in Lilli's face, and moodily she add- j led, 'll anything Happens to Vicentl t I it’ll b<* all the fault of his leader. j Sometimes I wish the vaqueros t | would find him, whoever he Is. I 'said that to Vicente once and he t got mad. He says their leader is j the last hope of the Blacklanders." i "Lilli”—Janet leaned forward—"suppose you wanted to find VI- ( rente—wanted to find him very badly—what would you do?" , •I'd ride up the trail to the , Blacklands and ask the, chicle gatherers and the banana planters , if they knew where he was.” , "But hasn't he any place to live?" “It Isn't safe for htm to stay In one place. He keeps moving around. It might take a long time to find him " She glanced up at Janet. "What do you want to find him for?" “I was just wondering about him.” Janet answered. Lilli lifted her arms and began unfastening the back of her dress. The single garment dropped in a little circle about her feet, and for a second she stood on the stream's edge, naked, sun-bronzed, and lovely. "Let's swim." she said. Wade and Cliff were waiting by the canoe when the girls returned, and for two hours more they paddied steadily up the narrowing stream. Lilli had relieved Cliff at the bow, and he sat watching her effortlessly wield the paddle, shoulders and body moving in easy rhythm. Wade too had been watching his ward, and once, as she raised her head, he asked, "What is it. Lilli?" "Somebody is following us along that bank." Cliff turned. 1 haven’t seen anything- and I’ve been watching that bank." "It's there, just the same.” She •poke with quiet certainty. For a Ume they peddled in silence, then Lilli whispered, “It's still there." “Who could it be?" Cliff asked Wad*. "Might be a chiclero want to beg some bacon or flour; might be an Indian just keepin’ tab on us. Jungle people are curious." Wade 1 u c emed wholly unconcerned. "Nothin’ to worry about, anyhow. I got no enemies—never had—arid ’ the Indians are all gentle." Lilli shook her heaa. It wasn't , an Indian." i "Who was it?" Cliff asked. "I don’t know." For the next quarter hour Cliff scanned every foot of the streambank for some movement, some i sign of life, but saw aotitiaf. Not : even a leaf moved in the motionteas aL*. yet there wm a UM «t i putued priaaaca keeping steady

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20VCARS ACOI ■ TODAY

,Mv<’h 8 — More than 2.4<»0 are dead from an earthquake in the Tokyo area The 75fh session of the Indiana general assembly adjourned today. About 70 members of the Decatur Order of the Eastern Star attend a meeting of the Geneva lodge and confer the degree work on a class of candidates. Roy Moncrief. 30. manager of the the Chevrolet Bales company here dies of pneumonia after few days illness State highway 27 ie rerouted over Winchester street through Decatur instead ot over Thirteenth street. Mis. Bessie Dorwin Pillars dies at The Dallas. Oregon, from paralysis of the heart.

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l___ ~ pace witn them just behind the . icreen jungle. "Why not go ashore and See what it's all about?" Cliff said | once. Wade shook hts head. “By the ( time we get there, whoever it is would be gone. Besides, we'll be landin’ to make camp soon." Cliff found scant comfort in that. Th* shadows were growing longer, and at the next bend Wade turned the canoe toward the bank, then stepped out on a flat limestone rock. He listened for a full moment, his eyes questioning Lilli, but she shook her head, and he picked up a machete. “I'll go ahead and brush out This trail ain't been used for months.” He moved forward, hacking at the tangle of undergrowth and lianas, while Lilli followed him, her arms laden with camp utensils and ponchos. Cliff steadied the canoe for Janet, then shouldered what remained of the camp equipment "What should I do?” Janet asked. "Follow Wade. And keep close. I don’t like this set-up." The camp site itself was ideal, several hundred yards back from the stream, on the edge of a clearing, with a deep, cold spring, and a lean-to built for shelter against storms. Around them great treetrunks rose straight and full and free of limbs, festooned with long roots of air plants that hung down like Spanish moss. A place of shadow and perpetual twilight Dropping his knapsack, Wade soon had a fire crackling, and to all of them the smell of wood smoke seemed somehow friendly and comforting. But they found themselves speaking almost in whispers. Slowly dusk enfolded them. The little clearing grew dim and unreal, bathed in a greenish light so strangely liquid that Janet murmured, “It's like living on the bot- | tom of the sea.” Cliff nodded. “It’ll soon be black as pitch. Better keep close to camp.” Inside the lean-to, he began helping Wade build a bed of palm leaves for the girls, carpeting the ground with a thick, heavy mat, to lay their ponchos on. As he came lack carrying the last armful of leaves, he looked about the clearing. Janet was nowhere in sight “Where's Miss Norman?” be asked Ulli. Without looking up from the fire, she answered, "I guess she went back to the canoe." “I just finished telling her to stay close to camp.” He threw down the leaves and, coming out of the lean-ts, peered down the darkening trait Already the Jungle was losing form; the treetrunks were receding into velvety purple, sky and branches merging before the swift coming of tropical night But no sign of Janet Wrathfully he cursed himself for bringing her and hurried back toward the stream. On both sides of the trail the freshly-cut stubs of bamboos and lianas stood out white against the glocm. making the Tray easy to follow, but at the first turn he stopped some Indefinable warning, too faint to distinguish, too certain to disregard, tie looked about hisn, •very nerve tingling. Nothing. Only the deep jungle twilight. Outer the trrea, dim aM rhrwtlfrke stretching > into ths dusk, and qujckatM Ila Be Ossaaeidj

The People’s Voice This colum% for the use of our readers who wish to make sur gestions for the general good or discuss questions of inter est Please sign your name to Sow authenticity. It will no be used if you prefer that It not be. ♦ Gift From Africa To the editor: ••It seems that the spirit of giving is reaching around the world The forepart of this week the Rev. and Mrs. D H Pellett. pastors of Union Chapel Evangelical United Brethren church, received a letter from Miss Arsbelle Enyart of the Hartford school in May amba. Elerre leone. West Africa in which she enclosed a check for 110 to apply on the building fund for the new church. Miss Enyart explains that she read the account of the loss t»y fire in the Telescope-Messenger, the church paper, and hav ing experienced a similar loss in her home church at Fulton. Ind. some year* ago. felt constrained to send her gift for its rebuilding. We have received gifts from many friends, but this one coming from one of our missionaries in a foreign field strikes an especially tender chord of deep appreciation. Rev. and Mrs. D. H. Pellett. Adult Books Placed On Library Shelves New Volumes Placed In Decatur Library Fiction Pavillion of Women — Beck. December Guild selection. Bright Skies — Loring. On Some Fajr Morning — Hutter. Anna Zen ger. Mother of Freedom — Cooper. • House Above the River — Foster. Young Claudia — Franken. The Border lx»r<l — Wescott-

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN d ONCE MORE Cliff moved along h the trail. He was almost at the river bank, and this time, unmis- <1 takably, he heard a sound. It r might be Janet, or— ’ It was a man's voice! Inch by t inch Cliff crept forward, and with - both hands parted the fringe of < bamboo—down by the canoe he taw three shadowy figures. For a I time they stood strangely quiet, i then one of them climbed the bank. 1 passing so close Cliff could have 1 touched him < The sound of the man's footfall i tied away, and Cliff took a step < forward, then stopped Just to his I left the hamboo was rustling. He I Touched down on hands and knees < another sound—this Ume to the i right No doubt now They were 1 ill about him: there was stealthy motion from every side. It was he himself who was being hunted Slowly, with a kind of leisurely -ertainty unseen forms were closng in on him. Noiseless as a shadow. Cliff glided from his narrow hiding-place A tree loomed in his path, and with outstretched hands he groped bls way around It Another step The night had grown death-still again. but with the menacing stillness of a trap ready to spring. If he could lust— A low laugh made him whirl The giant figure of Vicente towered before him In the trail. Motionless on the darkening hanks of the river Cliff watched the big Blacklander come nearer, while the rustling undergrowth told of an invisible cordon closing about him. Vicente stopped directly In front of Cliff, and from his great height scowled down “Your memory is too short,” the deep voice rumbled. “It was only yesterday I told I you not to come here ” “I go where my work takes me," Cliff answered. “Not any more. Now you go where I take you " He gave an order; a dozen Blacklanders stepped from out the darkness, and seizing Cliff, hurried him back along the trait A horses, and Cliff was told to mount mile upstream they came to their a rawboned mare; his hands were tied to the saddle-horn, and hedged In by captors, he started through the night For over an hour they kept a steady pace, always away from the river, and once as they crossed a stretch of open grassland Cliff looked up at the stars. They were traveling north, straight towan the center of the Blacklands—am with that knowledge it was as if a cold wind touched him. He remembered Wade's tale of the vaqueroa who had disappeared without a trace, fiiet as he was disappearing now. Wade would know that something had hs opened, but he could do nothing Help—whatever hcln Cliff couM hone for—must come from within him•elf He could expect no mercy from the Blacklanders—that he knew. , To them he represented an invasion of their homes: he was as much a threat as the vaqueros themselves, and he had no reason to look for any greater clemency than Vicente ami the unknown leader hart shown Madison's mar It wm a thought that carried a grim satisfaction—whatever be did

ln « Dark Gardea - Slaughter. Forlorn Sunset — Sadleir. The Charioteer - Eberly Hast River - Sbolem Aech. Mr Adam — Frank. Holdfast Gaines — Odell and Shephard. I. too. Nicodemus — Bok. Table for Two — Grieg Another Claudia -- Franken. Sudden Guest — La Farge. Tale of the Twain — Constantino. , , Lydia Bailey - Roberta January Guild selection. The Yellow Violet — Crane. A Matter of Policy — MerwinProminent Among the Mourners —Thomas. The Life Sentence — Bailey. Dangerous Lady — Cohen. The Cuckoo Clock — Ozaki. The Case of the Borrowed Brunette — Gardner. Dilemma for Dex — Cumberland Adult Non ■ fict'on Animal Tales — An Anthology —Anderson. Biandeis — Mason. The Roosevelt I knew — Perkins. As He Saw it — Elliot Roosevelt Not So Wild a Dream — Sevareid. Where Are We Heading — Sumner Welles. Thunder out of China • White' and Jacoby India at the Threshold — Bryce Under the Red Sea Sun — Ellsberg. A House in Bali — McPhee. Hiroshima — Hensey. Raffles of Singapore — Hahn Throe Smiths in the Wind — Smith Out ou a Limb — Baker. Best Plays of 1945 —4« — Mantle. How to Establish snd Operate a Retail Store — Robinson and Brooks On Being Fit to Live With -» FosdickHow to Read the Bible — Good speed. Peloubet's Notes for 1847. -o Preteci Wells Springs and wellz should be protected from surface water to avoid pollution.

der the chance, must be his only hope. " But how? a He shifted in the sad- o die and leaned forward to ease the v pressure of the rope on hts aching h wrist Ahead of him and behind, the trail waa crowded with riders h —no chance of bolting, even if he I could loosen hts hand*. Yet there was one thing that t brought Cliff a profound sense of v relief—tn all that band of riders s he could find no trace of Janet. They had evidently not seen fit to i capture her. and he found full t measure of comfort in the knowledge that he was free at least i from that responsibility For the 1 first time since they had met he could think solely of himself with < no need to consider her Janet. < with her vast talent for muddling, was not one of his problems this time. They smashed through another ’ stream, then up a bank so steep ' the horses grunted, and out across < an onen stretch of bamboo grass So for an hour th»v kent steadily I on. until at last Cliff heard d-'gs harking and saw flames flickering 1 among the trees ahead—they had 1 reached the Blacklanders’ eamp 1 A strange. unreal scene Three Area, tended bv barefoot Indian women, cast flickering shadows 1 across a little clearing where sad- I dies, blankets and utensils were slung about In a disarray that bore evidence of a very temporary habitation At the edge of the clearing clustered several nalm-leaf shacks, their sagging roofs telling of long disuse. Then from beneath his horse’s shoulder Cliff heard a voice My. "This Is as far as you go." A heavy-set Blaeklander with a stubble beard unfastened Cliff’s wrists and as he dismounted the man pointed to the nearest shack “Get in there, and don’t come out until you’re called." It waa jet black Inside, but feel- , Ing about him. Cliff tested the strength of the walls. They were made of stout bamboo poles drlv- ' en Into the ground and laced together with Ilanas so securely they could not budge. Except for a coarse woolen blanket the shack ; was empty—not even a palm-leaf . mat. The place smelled wet and i musty. Cliff walked baek to the door. Propped against a tree his captor t sat a brush knife lying in his lap. , The women, meanwhile, had j thrown wood on the fires until they I were buring fiercely, lighting up , the lean, tanned features of the Blackland riders Most of the mm wets busying themselves with the f horses, some were helping the wo- . men. There were no sentries, and . except for his unshaven jailer, no . one seemed to pay the slightest . attention to Cliff Only the unr remitting watchfulness of that one t man kept escape from seeming a . fair possibility. Foot by foot he began exploring . the shortest and safest way to cross the clearing, considering the , location of every tree, every bush. ■_ Not much cover even at night, but . if he could just make the fringe of ( jungle, the rest would be—a His eyes stopped. "Dear God!" , be groaned. “Them she io again!" , Acmes the clearing, the firelight n g«ttertng la ber coppery hair • S ba ! just dammuated. aM even m Cliff d caught sight of ber a ftackiandet

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Cliff felt a surre of —with her on li.s of escape w<-nt iu.T.rr.tr^^^K f would b* r.i ri '■! ar. his bearded jailer. He watched her nJ him. threiriir.g r-r Blacklan hr» ar. : a to the guard, ’he tainly. th*n •<«lr.g C ! ward. 'T'rr. *-• I,'U! p.ukM burst out. Hr "That's ju«t fine’ H> short laugh "1 enoMilj I think of plan* I 1 "I mesn." she not so fright' r- : - a I thought I was a:: «i«e' RK The guard »m M Cliff dropped h:s vc.c< *2eK. cente bring you here’" "No I haven't wr. Three I’l > “That accounts for tl wondering nap you aft' r you cape." KI She shook her hesd 1 hud helped, him I :h» Cliff glanced at her rikM incredulous smile have to cover up *itk know” "But I didn’t help htm I Intended to but »h« down to the rape he *u gone ’’ Bh< looked srotai are they going tn do «1'- U •'■t “I can think of a bd’-e'JME tion—what am Ir n K "You mean escaped* “Why not ? Whst tin She was silent, her eya with indecuu ri. then «•< "Why do you Don't you want me '■ He did not trust him* "I'd be In the way. she persisted "You probably wasn’t thinking o! !n \ thinking yo’> J* take the chance. T-"’ « anything to y u-I why they brought yuu - For a time *h» thought, then s!.e a--Vicente?” , Cliff nodded lowan. Blacklandcr stool in beyond the fire and to G W prise Janet start‘d » * ■ clearing. . M gß| In her shorts sni she looked boy as she ma-t ij the horsemen then Vicente with a k "t determination. (-.■« Blaekland. r pull oS and, towering al» listening to * hatc ' h » fl ing. Twice he »-*“ JB then began edginf • fire, while Janet him. until they#-* ■ Cliff * field ot qjfl etrength of J again when a lig h - gfiß him look up. w “Here s something **“* U h Jh ■ M-i.hcr! in compM* mm I