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CAST OF CHARACTERS CAROLEE COLTER, heroine, prospector’s daughter. STUART BLAKE, eastern “dude” tourist; Carolee’s lover. HENRY COLTER, prospector. PAUL AND SILAS COLTER, pector’s sons. NINA BLAKE,

prosStuart’s sister.

Ye<terday: The Colters camp on Superstition Mountain and are warned by a strange Indian that it’s “bad’ business,

CHAPTER FOUR HE highest peak in Superstition Mountain towers slightly more than 5000 feet. This is net a stereotyped mountain with one central point. It is more of a table when viewed from Phoenix. Close up, the table top is saw-toothed in silhouette; between points is a dangerous jungleland.. Hikers | there often must crawl through thicket tunnels that wild animals have made. Over it lurks a constant eerie haze which adds credence to the mystery legends, enhances its primeval bcauty. Carolee Colter loved it from the beginning. Here was Nature in rebellion, a rugged defiance of the petty businesses of man. She loved its cliffs, theatricaily high-lighted at dawn. She loved to watch the velvety, purple blankets pulled slowly up over the same cliffs and the canyons at nightfall. At all hours she loved to ride horseback in the wilderness there.

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HE had named her horse Chieftain. He wasn’t a beautiful horse—he was all her dad could afford—but he was presentable. By feeding him aprons full of especially rich grass, by rubbing his coat persistently, Carolee had groomed a good-looking mount. Carolee was adept at making things pretty. She was pretty herself when she mounted Chieftain and started down—the Colter family had camped on a mesa edge 3000 feet up—circling and see-sawing back and forth to reach a level where she could cit over to the highway that skirts the north side of the mountain. She sang and hummed constantly, so exhilarating was her morning ride today. She was even whistling when she turned one of the hairpin curves in the road and came face to’ face with two other horsemen. Because of the whistling she was embarrassed. One of the other riders, she saw, was a girl,

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o* ELLO,” Carolee called casually, then, “Oh, hello, Mr. Blake! I certainly didn’t recognize you at first!” “Well!” exclaimed he. “This IS something! Miss Colter! How are _ you? And where are you now? You dropped out of my sight entirely, and girls don’t ordinarily do that, after saving my life.” The other girl gave a loud and exaggerated cough, then spoke. “Well, good morning everybody! I'm just the hostler with this party, but the riddles have: got me curious. How are you, my dear? I'm Nina Blake, sister to this dull-witted ox who never introduces people. Isn't it a lovely morning, and aren’t—" “Nina!” Stuart interrupted. “I'm sorry! But I was going to introduce you two. I was just so elated to find Miss Colter, and so surprised at finding her here—” “There, there, old thing, I'm not blind. Or as dumb as some of the family. How do you do, Miss Colter? Father mentioned you. And Stuart positively has done nothing but mention you for a week or more. He didn’t, however, mention before that you had saved his life. Have I missed something? I ordinarily don’t!” Carolee blushed. 2 #2 2 # O! No, Miss Blake. There was a little—trouble; a misunderstanding in a store. Nothing, really.” . “Uhm hum, I get it. You're both secretive about it! But I warn you, young lady, I always learn the details of Stew’s love affairs in the end—always! Go ahead and pretend! I'm going home, anyway.” She laughed in a friendly manner and turned her horse. Stuart was suddenly serious. “No, Nina !”*he commanded. “Stop! We are going riding!” “I have been riding for an hour, old buckskin. My legs are jittery with soreness. I shan’t be able to walk for a week. If you want the cold truth, TI was looking for a chance to be rid of you so I could return to my hammock. Miss Colter, you're the victim. Toodle-00!”

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HE was gone before anybody could protest again. Stuart laughed aloud and Carolee smiled. They rode on together. “You mustn't pay any attention to Nina,” he begged, “she’s really a great. kid.” “I have brothers,” swered. “Yes. I seem to remember!” The girl remained silent at that, and her face sobered a little. .But Stuart broke her threatened change of mood by more laughter. It was hard to remain angry at Stuart Blake, ever. “But say!” he jabbed the words at her, “it’s great to find you here, no fooling! I've been looking and looking. You don’t mind?” “No, of course I don’t. I wanted a chance to thank you for the candy, anyway. Although you should not have sent it.” “you were swell! But say, you haven’t told me where to find you!” “Right here—see, on Chieftain. Look, I waved his tail.” - “yes, I know, but where are you living?” Carolee didn’t answer for a moment, and her smile was gone now. She looked far down the trail, and patted her horse, before she spoke.

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“I had orders not to tell. But I can’t see that it matters, myself. I don’t like trying to hide.” “Orders, Miss Colter?” “Y—well, yes. From Father. Mr. Blake, you have never lived around our kind of people, have you?” = » ” T was Stuart’s turn to be silent now. He was frankly mystified by her reply. He changed his method. “Say, listen,” he suddenly spoke again. “I'm going to call you by your first name. If youll tell me what it is.” “It’s Carolee.” . “Beautiful!” Stuart's admiration was genuine. “But where were you riding? Out looking for the lost mine?” The girl laughed, then was serious. “No. Father and the boys do that. I'm like you, «I guess. I don’t much believe in it. And yet, sometimes I wonder. There seems to be considerable proof.” “Why is the mine ‘lost,’ Carolee? Who lost it?” oy “The Dutchman. Old , Jacob Walz. Didn't you know? He was

.an eccentric old prospector, Father

says. People tried to track him into the mountain and steal his ore, so one day he concealed the mine shaft and came to Phoenix. He said he would wait until people lost interest in his property.

| But he died rather suddenly, with-

out revealing the mine’s location.” “Whew! I hadn’t heard that. The Lost Dutchman Mine—I see. But weren't there Spaniards, and. Indians?” “Yes, long before the Dutchman. Come on—let’s explore this gulch. Look how bronzed the cliffs are!” She turned Chieftain to the left and the other horse followed. The going wasn’t easy but the horses were used to mountain slopes. They had left the trail entirely. The rid-

ers didn’t speak for a time, so engrossed were they in the scenery. One turn revealed a gap through which they could see Squaw Peak 50 miles away, and unidentified ranges even beyond. Great majesties of distance—distance—a new conception of it impressed both of them as their horses moved on at free ‘rein. ” ” ”

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T I halted, after a rough bit of going through laurel and scrub oak. The boy and the girl turned in their saddles to study the wild panorama. It was, somehow, strange. “I’m not—not just sure where we are,” Carolee said. “Well, now that-you mention it, I haven't been sure for several minutes,” Stuart laughed a little. “Perhaps we should- start back; or at least locate the trail again.” It was a sensible suggestion, but it didn’t work out so well. Neither of them was accustomed to wilderness riding. They hadn’t watched their way. They had looked at distances without noting definite landmarks nearby. And, too, a boy and a girl, riding together, are likely to be introspective, likely to be rather conscious of each other. It must have been well past noon when Carolee confessed definitely, however. “For the first time in my life,” she said, a little nervously, “I'm actually lost. And I'm hungry as a bear.” She laughed, but it wasn’t convincing. Stuart didn’t laugh. He was remembering the tragedies that had occurred in Superstition, the deaths from thirst, and the people who had just disappeared. ‘The. news stories that he had called hokum began to swarm back now, and settle down in his consciousness like so many vultures.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

GETTING EVEN—By Frank Hungerford

“Y DON’T feel like going to the ‘Thompsons’ party tonight,” mumbled Dick Whitson behind his evening paper. “Got a mean headSuppose you phone Patricia an’ tell her—" “I'll do -nothing of the sort!” snapped his wife, Gracie, with emphasis. “I promised Patricia she could count on us, and I'm not going to disappoint her!” 5 “But I don’t feel up to it,” protested Dick. “Had a hard day at the office, an’ my head is—" “Alibis! What's the matter with you, Dick? You've been making all sorts of silly excuses lately to shirk your social duties! You're becoming a perfect stay-at-home bore!”

“I'm not going to the Thompson party, an’ that settles it!” growled Dick. “I'm fed up on bridge, an’ my head—" “Then I'll go alone!” Gracie left the room indignantly, banging the door. It was their first serious mis-

“Dick was securely trussed.”

understanding in six months of marriage. To Dick’s surprise, Gracie did go to the party alone. “Walked out on me!” he rasped. “All right! I'll make her sorry! The nerve of some women!” :

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E plotted his revenge carefully, then got Tommy Jameson on the telephone—good ol’ Tommy, who could be relied on in any emergency. Tommy said he would be right over. This attended to, Dick went upstairs to his wife’s room and transferred the contents of her jewel box to his coat pockets. He jerked drawers open, scattering things about. Then the doorbell rang, and he went downstairs to admit his friend.

“Hullo! What's up?” greeted Tommy Jameson anxiously. “Thought you and the wife were slated for the Thompson bridge party? Where's Grace?”

“She went alone!” rasped Dick. “I was feeling a bit low: wanted to cancel the date, an’ Gracie—" “Walked out on you, eh?” Tommy was grinning broadly. “Proving that Gracie has a will of her own! Independent, I'd say!” “And I'm going to cure her of some of her infernal independence!” gritted Dick. “Now listen! I've got a perfectly whopping scheme to make her sorry, an’ you're going to help me, like a good ol’ pal. Eh, Tommy?” : When Tommy Jameson left the house, half an hour later, Dick was

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a portiere rope; a handkerchief. in his mouth. The room was in darkness. “This will bring Gracie to her senses!” he thought vengefully. “When she finds her jewelry gones—” he chuckled maliciously as he pictured his wife’s reaction when she discovered what “the horrid burglar” had done to him—and to her! ” 2 ”

O his surprise, Gracie came home sooner than. expected, and switched on the living room lights to find him struggling frantically at his bonds. He tried desperately to speak, but the handkerchief gag in his mouth proved an effective muffler. He couldn’t utter a word. “Terribly clever, aren't greeted Gracie sarcastically. “Well, the joke is on you, big boy! Tommy Jameson told his wife about your perfectly silly plot to: make me sorry for going to the party alone, and Mrs. Jameson phoned me at the Thompsons, telling me all about, it! Now it’s my turn! Tq teach you not to play childish pranks on your wifie, I'm going to leave you tied for the night! I hope you sleep well, Dickie! Nighty-night!” ” ” ”

1 guwony, as Dick writhed and mumbled, Gracie tri half way up the -stairs, he turned to the living room. “I guess you've been punished enough,” she relented. “And let this be a lesson!” She unbound him, and removed the “Thank the Lord!” exploded Dick, springing from the torture-chair. After Tommy Jameson left here, a —a thief got into the house. found me helpless, an’ took your jewelry out of my pockets! I—I'm going to notify the police!” As he reached for the tele the bell buzzed loudly. an Te ceiver from the hook, he listened in amazement for a minute, then: “Why you low-down piker! And— and you call yourself a friend! You're a traitor, a double-crosser, meni the receiver banged on the ook.

“What's , wrong?” questioned Gracie, staring. “You're positively shaking with rage! Who was it?” ‘2 2 a

1 ‘was Tommy Jameson, the idiot!” snarled Dick. “He called

up to tell me that he was the burglar! He decided to have some fun on his own account, disguised himself, donned a mask, and entered the

house! I wouldn't have recognized him anyhow, in the dark. He took your jewelry from my pockets, and ducked! He’s laughing his fool head off! I'll never forgive him for——” “Don’t be too hard on the poor fellow,” soothed Gracie.. “I've often heard you'say: ‘Good ol’ Tommy Jameson is always ready to help a friend’ Well, he is. When Tommy’s wife phoned me about your ducky little plot to make me sorry, I got Tommy on the wire. As he’s always ready to help a friend—particularly a lady friend—I coaxed him to play burglar, and—" “Oh, my gosh!” Dick flopped limply into a chair. “And—and I thought I was going to make you sorry—" : “I .am,” put in Gracie sweetly. “Terribly sorry you missed the Thompson bridge party. We had a perfectly swell time.” THE END

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