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own report and we are turning it over to the department of the in- ' terior. Your game is up at Three Rivers.” Turning upon his heel, Stan Ball left the room with the speechless Umber king glaring after him. a a a PTAN halted on the sidewalk outside the Equity building, a smile twisting at the corners of his lips. He had given Asper Delo fair warning of what he was going to do. No doubt the timber king already Was rushing a long-distance call through to his boss, Swergin, at Three Rivers, apprising him of the fact that another snoop was on his way to look the operations over. “I bet the old hard-flst tells Swergin plenty,” Stan thought as he Ashed into his pocket for the makings of a cigaret. "The old fireeater would be a real timber baron If he weren't a crook. Stan halted at the edge of the sidewalk beside the Delo town car. He frowned upon a package of "tailored-madcs” that he had fished from his pocket. He'd have to get out of town or they would be selling him a suit of store clothes. The liveried driver of the big car Was not at the wheel and his place had been taken by a heavy-set man who wore a driver’s cap. Stan eyed the man for no reason at all, except that he was trained to notice anything unusual. The fellow cast a fleeting glance past Stan and reached toward the dash of the car. An fnstant later a couple brushed against him. Stan w’as pushed rudely aside. As he moved, he saw a carefully dressed young man hurriedly guiding a girl to the open door of the car. Stan started at the window of the car as the door slammed shut. A pair of shapely ankles and two trim slippers rose above the sill. A man who had been crouching in the back of the car rose into view and bent over the girl. There was a flashing of kicking slippers and a muffled sceram. Then the car leaped away from the curb. It rocketed into the traffic like a mad thing, but it did not get away before Stan Ball had leaped on the empty trunk rack behind the spare tire. The little curtain at the back window was up and he was able to crouch down, so he would not be easily seen should it be lowered. a a a THE car sped away, darting through the traffic while curious pedestrians grinned at the spectacle of a big town car dashing along with a cowboy riding, the trunk rack. Stan grinned at three successive policemen who deferentially allowed the big car to cut through their warning signals. It was plain all the men on the beat knew Asper Delo’s private limousine. Two of the officers waved threatening clubs at Stan and r mptly dismissed him as an impudent hitch hiker. He had caught a glimpse of a tiptilted little nose, a pair of red lips, and a mass of brown hair as the girl had been rushed past him. He was sure he had a very diverting half hour ahead. The car swerved and shot into a side street. As the traffic thinned, its speed increased. The back curtain was raised a little, but Stan could see no faces. For ten minutes they raced west, then made a right turn and sped into a tree-lined avenue. From the avenue the driver swerved into a country lane and the dust began to roll up in clouds. Stan shut his eyes and clung to his pre-

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carious seat as the car lurched and bumped along. The dust was stifling, but he grinned and hung on. When the car turned again, the i dust clouds lesened and he opened his eyes. They were sliding along • an old road choked with grass and ! weeds. Thick brush and willows' crowded close on each side as though striving to close the trail/ Their branches switched Stan with a stinging sharpness as he j leaned out to see what was ahead. He ducked back when he saw that the road ended abruptly at the door of a dilapidated cabin. Picking a thick clump of willows.' he unloaded feet first and rolled: into cover beside the road. Instantly he scrambled to his feet and peered after the car. A wide grin cracked through the j dust around his mouth. The car j was stopping at the door of the j cabin. Both its doors swung open and the three men leaped out. Without delay, they pulled the girl after them and rushed her into the cabin. Stan slapped his belt with a sigh of regret. He had not thought he would have use for his gun in the city and had left it in a saddle pocket at the home ranch. Now he found himself about to tangle with three armed kidnapers. He slid back into the willows and headed for the cabin. "Elegant!” he muttered, as he thrust aside the long willow leaves and looked through them. Two of the thugs ran out of the cabin, a well-dressed fellow and a tall companion. They leaped into the big car and started the engine. With the motor racing madly, they swung around and headed back down the narrow road. Stan gave them only a glance. "Now for the rescue of the fair one,” he grinned, and began a stealthy approach to the cabin. a a a TTE advanced upon a brushcovered side of the building and leaned forward to peer through a crack that had lost its chinking. What he saw made his lips pull tight and his eyes darken. A slender girl sat on a backless chair facing a heavy-set m&n with beetling brows. The fellow had taken the only chair with a back for himself and was tilted back watching his captive with evident enjoyment. He was armed with a short, black automatic and looked capable of using it. ‘You most likely won’t get mussed up none, lady. Leastwise not fer a spell. When the boys get back with a flivver, you can write a little note to your old man telling him to slip us 25 grand.” The thug spat accurately through a knothole in the floor. Stan Ball’s hands closed hard as he shifted his eyes to see the girl. She was shaking her head and stamping her feet. Her hands were tied with a silk scarf and her mouth was gagged with a handkerchief but her blue eyes were uncovered and they were wide and angry, while her nose was tipped up defiantly. Even in his haste to go to her aid, Stan paused to note the finely chiseled nose and the curved throat exposed below It. The girl was not afraid, Stan noticed that at once, but she was furiously angry. Noiselessly he slid around to the door which stood open and inviting. The heavy-set thug had placed his chair close to the opening and his back was partly turned. It was evident that this enjoyment of his captive’s irritation had diverted him from his job of watching the clearing and the road. Possibly a feeling of security made him lax. At any rate, he was totally surprised as a lanky form

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shot through the open door and descended upon him. Stan landed at the fellow’s side at one leap. With a smashing blow to the butt of the ear, he sent the kidnaper reeling from his chair. Grinning a hard smile, and with a boot ready to kick the automatic out of the ruffian’s hand should he go for it, Stan Ball stood over the wilted man and waited for him to rise. The prostrate enemy failed to move a muscle. Stan's blow had been a knockout punch and what had looked fair to be a he-man fight had frizzled. a a a GURGLING sounds from the captive caused Stan to stare guiltily. He sprang across the room and freed her. She did not faint or fall into his arms. Instead, she stamped over to the prostrate thug and bent over him. With a savage jerk she relieved him of his gun. Stan Ball burst out laughing and his freckled nose wrinkled until the brown spots danced. "You have a way with gunmen, Ma’m.” He bowed with a flourish of his wide hat, then held out his hand for the gun. "Better let a man from the mountains have tnat gat, Miss.” They faced each other for a second. Then the girl joined Stan’s laugh with a soft alto voice. "It is really funny, isn’t it?” She passed him the gun without hesitation. "Great fun, but we better herd ourselves out of her, Miss ?” Stan was no glib-tongued modern youth. Women were beings to be met properly in his little world. Even such unusual circumstances did not alter the case. "Delo, Dona Delo.” They were at the door as she spoke. Stan had his hat off again and was about to present himself but her words halted him abruptly. He looked upon her slender beauty and her wind-blown tan that had not come from city air and his lips parted as he realized who she was. “Old Asper’s daughter—with all the old boy's spunk,” he thought as he followed her outside without speaking. Dona Delo did not notice this omission. She still was angry and excited. She wheeled and laid a small hand upon his arm. “You must not think me silly, or unappreciative, but I’m mad clear through. That cad, Graham, put it over on me that he was a college chum of Dudley’s and got me out to the car. “But for you, I’d most likely have stayed tied up and Dad would have had to pay.”

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She smiled up at him so radiantly that Stan became at once aware of his dust-covered clothing, his freckles and his shock of unruly hair. “Nothing out of the way that I did.” he stammered uneasily. "How did you happen to be here?” She removed her hand, but continued to smile. Stan opened his mouth, then closed it and gripped her arm. "I hear a car coming. We'd better hit for cover.” With a strong arm he pushed her into the willows. He struck through the timber in the direction he remembered the highway to be. A half hour’s breathless hiking brought them to a main road and Stan flagged a passing motorist. Dona was eager to get to a telephone and call her father before the two missing thugs could send him a note. They stopped at a

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lunch stand and filling station and Dona rushed inside, with Stan at her heels. a a a ASPER was appraised of the kidnaping and rescue at the same time. Dona turned from the phone and called to Stan. “You haven't told me your name?” "Stanley Black.” Stan lied without batting a single freckle: He was not going to have Asper Delo hand him the keys to Three Rivers on a platter. He would get his report and make the old war horse like it. Ten minutes later he was kicking himself for what he had done. Her anger gone, Dona Delo was a very alluring, feminine creature. As she munched a hot dog and sipped soda from a bottle, Stan thought her the most attractive girl he had ever seen. He made up his mind to tell

her so as to be able to see her again. Os course, she was unattainable for one of his standing, but he was sure she would be friendly. He just sat and looked at her for what seemed only a few minutes. She broke into his thoughts abruptly by leaping up. "There’s dad!” With a wave of her hand she darted outside. Stan looked through the window and saw Asper Delo striding across the patch of gravel between two red pumps. He watched Dona smothered in her father’s arms and saw her take his hand and lead him toward the lunchroom. With a half smile at the turn of his luck. Stan slipped through the back door, tossing a dollar on the counter as he hurried by.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“You have saved my life, Zoanthrohago,” said Janzara. “How* can I reward you?” “I love you, Princess,’* replied the man; “but tomorrow I die by the king’s will.” “He is my sire,” said Janzara, ‘•but I love him not. He killed my mother in a fit of unreasoning jealousy.”

_SEPT. 14,1932

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