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(Continucd) CHAPTER 111 Always Cllnch’s little pale eyes s irched thè forest twiUght In front of him; not a falling leaf escaper! him; not a chipmunk. The sUghtest noise behind hlm. He waited, tumed slowly. Ève stood there. Ilei! di ed In hls pale eyes as she ; ■ to him, rested silently in his '■ntio embrade, retumed hi£ kiss, laid -tr tlushed. swee-t clieek against his unshaven face. “Dad, darling?” ’Yes, my baby." ‘You’re watching to klll Quintana. But tiiere’s no use watching any Ihtve thè boys below got him?” he demanded. “They got one of his gang. Byron Hastings ìs dead. Jim is badly hurt; Sid ilone, too —not so badly.” “Where's Quintana?” “Dad. he’s gone. But lt don't matter. See here.” She dug her slender hand into her brt-eches pocket and pulled out a little fistful of gems. Clinch, his povverful arm closing her shoulders, look ed dully at thè jewels. “You see, dad, there’s no use killing Quintana, fTnese are thè things he robbed you of ” “ ’Tain’t them that matter. I’m già ! you got ’em. I allus wanted you shouid be a great lady, girlie. Them’s thè tickets of almission. You put ’em in your pants. I gotta sta/ here a speli ” “Dad! Take them!" He took them, smiled, shoved them mio hls pocket. “What ls- it. girile?” he asked absently. his pale eyes searching thè woods ahead. *'l've just told you.” she said. “that thè boys went in as far as Quintana's sha ìty. There as a dead man there. too; but Quintana has gone.” 'Clinch said—not removing his eyes from tl:e forest: ”If any o' them boys has let Quintana crawl through I*o kill him. too. G’wan homo, girile. I gotta rr.osey—l gotta kinda loaf a round f'r a speli." “Dad, I want you to come back with me.” “You go home: you hear me. Ève? Teli Corr.y ar.d Dick Berry to hook lt for Ow! Marsh and stop thè Star Peak trai ! s —h th on ’em. Can Sld and Jimmy walk?” “Jim can’t.” “ Well. let Harve take hlm on hls back. You go too. You help fix Jimmy up at thè house. He's a little ft i Jimmy Hastings ls. llarve can tote hlm. And you go along.’’ ■ Dad. Quintana says he means to klll ;.cu: What is thè use of hurting him? You ha ve what he took.” “I gotta bave more'n he took. But ‘■v* n that ain’t enough. He couldr.’t ; ;y for all he e verdone to ine, girlie. I’m aimin' to draw on lil*n on sight.” Clinch':- set v.~age relaxed Into an alarmi!!? sn.ilr*. which fllckered. faded, ìi*l in thè wintry ferocity of his eyes. “C-’wan home!” he interrupted rat 'hly. “You want that Hastings boy to bleed to dearh?” Slie carne up to him. not uttering a word, y- t asking him with all thè tendomess ai. clou u enee of her eyes to leave this wood trail where lt lay and hunt no more. Ile k!-~ r d her inouth. lnfinitoly tender. smiled : then, again prim and scowling: “G’wan homo, you little scut. an’ do what I told ve. or. by God, I'il cut a switch that’U learo ve good! N’ever a word, r.ow! On yer way! G’wan!” Twice she turned to look back. The second time. Clinch was siowly walkIng into thè woods straight ahead of him. Sh" walted; saw him go In: waitod. Aster a whlle she continued on her way. CHAPTER IV And Clnch’s mlnd was on her. All else—bis watchfulness. hls stealthy advance —all thè alertness of eve and par. ajl thè subtlety. thè cunnine. thè Infinite caution—were purely instincfive mechanics. Somewhere in this flooded twllieht of gigantic trees wa Jose Quintana. Knowing that. he dlsmissed that fact from his mimi and turned hls thoughts to Ève. x Sometlmes his llps movr-d. They usually did when he was arerulng with God or ca'.’ing his Creator’s attention ir- thè justice of his case. Hls two cascs—eaeh. to hlm, a cause celebre: thè matter of Harrod; thè affair of Quintana. Many a time he had pieaded these two causes before thè Most High. But now his thoughts wére chlefiy concerned with Eve —with thè problemi of her future —his master passion —this datighter of thè dead wifo he had loved. He sighed ur eonselously; halted. “W®ll, Lord,” he concluded. In hls Wordless way. 'my girile has gatta have a chance lf I gotta go to nell for it. That's Bure as shootln’ * • * Amen.” At that instant he saw Quintana. Iteoognltlon was Instant and mutuai. Nelther man stirred. Quintana was standing beslde a glant hemlock. His pack lay at his feet. Clinch had halted —always thè mechanics! —dose to a great lronwood tree. Probahly both men hnew that they could cover thems<|lves before thè other moved n muscle. Clinch’ small, iigiit eyes were blazing; Quintana's b!ack eyes had become two sults. Finally: “You dirty skunk,” Urawled Clinch in thè agreeably mlsleading voice. I got you now.’* “Ah —h.” said Quintana, “these has itappen ver' ntee I expec*. • • • Always I say myse'f. yet a little patience, Jose, an’ one day you shall meet these fellow Clinch, who has rob vou • • lam ver’ thankful to thè good God ” He had made thè sllghtest of movements; Instantly both men were behind thelr trees. Clinch, In thè ferocious pride of woodcraft, laughed, exultincly—filled thè dim and spectral forest with his roar of laughter.. “Quintana,” he called out, “you’re n-going to cash In. Sawy? Y’ou’re a-going to hop off. An’ flrst you getta hejyr why. ’Taln’t for thè stuff. Xaw! I hooked It ofTn you; you hocked lt offn me; now I got it again That’s ali square. • • • No. •Udn’t that grudgs. you gresn-llvered

whelp of a cross-bred, still-born slut! No' It’s becuz you laid thè heft o’ your dirty little finger onto my girile. 'N’ now you gotta hop!” Quintana's sinister laughter was his retort. Then: “You damfool Clinch.” he said, “I got in my pocket what you rob of me. Now I kill you, and then I feel ver’ well.. I go home, Mè . rj QTTINTANA’S BULLE! SMASHED CLINCH BETWEEN THE EYES. live like some kings; yes. But you," he sneered, “you shall not go home never no more. No. You shall remain in thees damn wood like ver' dead old rat that is all wormy. He! I got a million do'daire —live million frane In my pocket. You shall learn what lt cost to rob Jose Quintana! Cnderatan’?" “You llar,” said Clinch contemptuouslv, “I got them jools in my pants pocket—” Quintana's derisive laugh cut him short: “I gtve you thee Flaming Jewel if you show me you got my gems in you pants pocket!” “I’ll show you. Lay down your rifle so’s I see thè stock.” “First you. my frien' Mike," said Quintana cautiously. Clinch took his rifle by thè muzzle and shoved thè stock Into view so that Quintana could see it wtihout moving. To his surprise. Quintana did thè some, then cooliy stepped a pace outsitle thè shelter of his hemlock stump. •‘You show me now!” he called across thè swamp. Clinch stepped into \dew, dug Into hls pocket, and cupping both hands, displayed a glittering heap of gems. “I wanted you shouid know who's gottem,” he said, “before you hop. It’ll givo you something to think over in hell.” Quintana's eyes had become sllt3 again. Neither man stirred. Then: “So you are buzzard, eh. Clinch? You feed on dead man's pockets, eh? You find Sara somewhere an* you feed.” He held up thè morocco case, -mblazoned with thè arma of th" Grand Duchess of Esthonia, and ihook lt at Clinch. “In there is my sitare. • • • Not all. Ver’ quick, now, I take yours, too—" Clinch vanished and so did hls rifle; and Quintana's first bullet struck thè moss where thè stock had rested. "You black crow!” Joered Clinch, laiighing, " —I need tbat emptv case of yours. And I’m golng aster lt. * * * But it's because your filthy claw touched my girile that you gotta hop!” Twilight lay over thè phantom wood, touching with pallid tints thè floeded forest. So far only that one shot had been fired. Both m°n were stili manouvering. always creeping In clroles and always lining some great tree for shelter. Now. thè gathering dusk was making them bolder and swifter; and twice. already. Clinch caught thè shadow of a fading edge of something that vanished agalnst thè shadows too swiftly for a shot. Now Quintana, keeping a tree In line, brushed with his lithe back a leafiess moose-bush that stood swaylng as he avolded It. Instantly a ste.-dthy hope him; he slipped out of his coat, spread lt on thè bush, set thè naked branches swaylng. and dart<al to hls tree. Waiting. he saw that thè gray blot his coat made in thè dusk was stili moving a little —just vibratlng a little bit In thè twilight. Ile touched thè hush with his rifle bartei, then crouched almost fiat. Suddenly thè red crash of a riflo Ut up Cllnch’s vlsage for a fractlon of a second. And Quintana’s bullet smashed Clinch between thè eyes. (To Be Continued) GOVERNMENT MAY EMBARGO WHEAT By CLAYTON WHITEHILL. WASHINGTON, Nov. 7.—Government action, possibly through Federai Fuel Dlstrlbutor Spens, may follow thè request of thè American Farm Bureau Fèderation to thè interstate commerce commission for an embargo on Canadian wheat, now said to be monopilizlng lake boats and Eastem elevators and railroads. The generai problem of clogged lake movement because of wheat shipments has been discussed dwjth tho commission, and altbough Spens has not conferred specifieally with rogard to thè flood of Canadian wheat shio ments tieing up American shlpments. nevertheless if thè Information now held by thè commission checks with thè contention of tlie fannera, some sort of embargo may be applied. The situation which particularly concerna Spens arises primarily out of eonditions in Baltimore and Philadelphia where thè grain elevators are complètely jainmed witl* export grain which ls coming faster than it can be loaded on ship. TENNESSEE NEXT WOMAN’S FIELD Hy Times Special WASHINGTON, Nov. 7.—Tennessee ls to be thè next battleground for

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