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BY NARD JONES CAST OF CHARACTERS KAY DEARBORN—heroine who inherits a yacht for vacation. MELITA HOWARD-—Kay's

and coadventurer. PRISCILLA DUNN-—the third adven-

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FORREST BROTHERS and GRANT HARPER—young scientists whose cxpedition turned out to be a rare experience. Yesterday: The girls begin their vacation cruise and are quick to thrill to the zest of their experience. Then a huge white yacht passes them, leaving the Chinook wallowing in its wake.

CHAPTER FIVE ELITA and Priscilla crowded onto the bridge to observe the cause of all the disturbance. Kay was valiantly trying to keep the Chinook on her course, but the little boat did a good deal of bobbing As she nosed down, the propeller would lift out of the water for-a few seconds. Then the engine, relieved of strain against the water, would race noisily, frightening the three girls. “D-darn them, anyhow,” mut- | tered Kay. “They didn't have to | pass so close.” Melita held to the edge of the | chart table. “So there are road hogs on the water, too!” The boat now showing its trim | gold-lettered stern was indeed large by comparison with the Chinook, and she had plenty of speed. Two young men in white sweaters stood at the stern rail, waving cheerfully. tJ » ” OOK at those—those idiots!” 4 said Priscilla with venom. “I just hope we see them again!” “Well, I don’t,” insisted Kay, relinquishing her strained grip on the wheel as the swell subsided. “One thing, I don’t think any of us will be seasick if we're still on deck after that.” “I don’t know . .” This ‘was Priscilla, looking a bit dubious as she said it. “My lunch isn’t resting so easy right now. And Jim Pike said it was the long, slow swells that made you really sick in a small boat. —I—I feel like a piece of ice in a cocktail shaker.” The trim yacht with her cheerful pair at the stern was quickly forgotten as the girls became more accustomed to their little boat and began to take in the restful beauties of water and green distant shoreline. “This is certainly the life!” Melita exclaimed. “We never really lived before we got the Chinook, did we?” “I'm just wondering, though,” mused Kay, “if the trip won't get sort of—well, monotonous. It's fun so far, but it might get tiresome.”

little Chinook kept veering. Kay was forced to maneuver the boat into position again. ‘Are you sure you got that anchor down?” she | asked Melita. “Absolutely.” “It doesn’t seem to be holding (at all. I wonder—" She was interrupted by a halloo from the side. All three girls looked from the pilot house. Standing in a small dinghy was a good-looking young man in a white sweater and | ducks, obviously from the fancy

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“Ahoy there, Chinook,” he called, “I see you're having a bit of trouble. Maybe I can help.”

” ” ” ! AY slid the pilot house window down. “Thank you. The anchor doesn’t seem to be holding.” The dark young man smiled. “I think I can explain that. I happened to see one of your crew let it go. And I noticed it's one of those new light-weight folding

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types. You see, the trouble is, you didn't unfold it before you tossed it over!” Melita turred the summer sunset. “Just draw it up and unfold it,” the young man advised. “Then let her down again and head the boat a little more into the wind. You'll be all right then.” “T-thanks,” stammered Kay. “Glad to be of help. Our boat is the Mistral. We'd like to have you come aboard tomorrow for breakfast. Our cook makes the swellest flapjacks north of the Panama Canal.” “That's very nice of you,” said Kay. “But we're pulling out at dawn tomorrow.” “Good cruising then.” The young man resumed his seat in the dinghy and took up the oars, “We may meet again further north.”

(To Be Continued)

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COLD SLUG—By Ruel McDaniel

ITHOUT a sound the rear door eased inward. Outside Blackie Hoss pressed his thin face against the slit of light and squinted through beady, dark eyes. A cynical smile played around the corners of his lips. There was Dad Mullins at the Linotype machine, slaving away the night before press day, just as he had slaved on Wednesday nights

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passing of the big yacht, Kay an- |Shoved his finger deeper into his kid | Dad Mullin's body still in his ricknounced that they were going into |8loves, then he lifted a snub-nosec | aty chair. They removed it, and the ‘automatic out of his hip pocket and | editor wrote a piece for the paper.

Key-Hole Pass. “We've hit it Just | right, according to Jim Pike. An! hour later and the tide would be | running too swift against wus.” She reached for the control janel, | set the engine up to its full revo- | lutions and started through the narrow pass. Once, half way though, the engine coughed, seemed to stop dead. Kay Dearborn paled, for Jim Pike had warned tl.at without power a small boat might be whirled back down through KeyHole Pass like a chip—perhaps to be dashed on the rocky shore. But a second later the doughty motor was chugging merrily away again, and within a few minutes the Chinook had safely negotiated the pass. Kay thought it just as well not to inform Melita and Priscilla what could have happened. And | she resolved never again to start | on a cruise with such a slender knowledge of the things Jim Pike knew by second nature.

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TW uTHER COVE ought to be about an hour from here.” she told Melita. “That's where we'll spend the night. Jim Pike said it was a fine place to anchor.” ; “We sleep ashore?” asked Meta. “We do not! We anchor the good ship, and roll gently to slumber In our bunks.” “That sounds better,” said Melita. “Once I tried spending a night In a sleeping bag—and never again!” Kay was immensely relieved when she saw the unmistakable landmarks of Fairweather Cove which Jim Pike had described to her. “It's a perfect anchorage,” he had said. “Almost land-locked. It's popular with cruising yachts, but you're not likely to have company this early in the season.” For the first time in her life Kay experienced that glorious feeling which every true boat lover knows —approaching a quiet berth at night after having brought the little ship over her course without mishap.

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UDDENLY she saw the narrow J opening off to starboard, and from Pike's excellent description she knew, without consulting the chart, that this was her goal. She steered for the dead center of the entrance, as Jim Pike had advised. Just inside, she was startled to see another boat—the big white yacht which had given them its wake earlier in the day! Now she dozed at anchor with no sign of life aboard. Drawing more water than the Chinook the yacht was anchored more in the center of the cove than Pike had advised for the Chinook. Kay drew closer to shore, abeam of a grouping of ever“reens. “There's where you'll find 1 good holding bottom for your ground tackle,” Pike had said. Priscilla, nose pressed to the window of the pilot house, made a sound of disgust. “There's that confounded boat that tossed us around this morning!” “Well,” Melita said, “you hoped we'd see them again. Now's your chance to give them a piece of your mind.” ” u 2 AY turned from the wheel. “If ; you two can manage to stop ;he conversation for a moment, I'd Jjke to have you put down the wnchor.” “You know,” said Melita, “you're Jrobably the politest captain in the world.” Dodging Kay's suddenly Jutstretched foot, she went forward. Kay stopped the engine, but the

four years ago. Still eking out his existence the hard way. Blackie sneered. No sound came from the little shop, save the rhythmic clatter of

| falling matrices and the plump of | the machine and walked the dozen

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hot slugs into eased the door

chacked the safety. His body tingled with a satanic ecstasy. For four endless years he had waited for his moment, waited with a consuming hate that had driven him to floor-pacing like a caged thing, back there in the steel jaws of Leavenworth.

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ET now that he had only to press a trigger to realize his dream, he became possessed with a calmness and deliberation foreign to his nature. He eased his thin body through the opening and noiselessly closed the door. He moved panther-like three, four, five steps forward. Dad Mullins momentarily removed his fingers from the Kkeyboard, reached over to the hook and tediously placed another piece of “copy” on the hoard in front of him. Blackie raised the automatic to his waistline, deliberately pointed it, just as he had planned during thousand of sleepless nights. He would not give old Mullins a chance; not even the satisfacticn of knowing who killed him,

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OW it suddenly came to Blackie's cunning brain that this was not the way after all. No. The squealing old psalm singer would suffer more if he knew he was going to die. Blackie tried to picture the horror on the old man's face when he knew that death was standing before him, and he smiled one-sidedly. He moved stealthily forward, the automatic ready for instant use. He halted within six feet of the weary operator. “Hello, Mullins,” boldly. Dad Mullins halted the movement of his fingers on the keyboard. His shoulders slumped slightly forward.

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once. and there could be no mistaking the purpose of this midnight visit. Blackie's last words, in the stormy courtroom scene, had been vile threats of vengeance.

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LOWLY he turned his head around. “Glad to see you out, Blackie,” he said calmly, “Yes—you—are! You squealing, spineless double-crosser. Didn't believe I'd get you, eh? Thought I'd be so glad to get out of my cage that I'd keep on going, did you? Well, you should have known better!” “You're doing a very foolish thing, Blackie. You know I didn’t doublecross you. I couldn't swear to a lie, even for you, Blackie. I did my duty.” “Your duty! Still harping on ‘your duty.’ You haven't learned a thing, have you, Mullins? But for your duty, I'd be riding high ali these years. All you had to do was say you knew nothing, and they. didn’t have a thing on me. But no! You had to do your duty.” “I asked you not to tell me about that stuff; but you insisted, trying all the time to ring me in. I didn’t want to know about it. I didn’t want to testify against you. I even left town. You know that. But they brought me back.” Dad spoke in a weary, unafraid voice.

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“Q IT down there, Blackie. IT want to talk to you; but I've got to wind up these personals.” He deliberately turned his head and began to move his thin fingers over the keyboard. Blackie’s lips tightened. His mouth formed a purplish slit across his

“You squealing, spineless double-crosser.

He recognized the biting voice at | There could be no mistake;.

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twisted face. He pressed the trigger | with studied precision. | Dad Mullins stiffened. Blood | smeared the tiny hole in his blue | shirt, just under his left shoulder blade. Then he slumped forward. | Blackie pulled the trigger again, | to be certain of his job. Then he [moved over to the stick, seized it [and dumped the warm slugs of type into the metal pot. “Don’t think I'm dumb enough for that, do you?” | he muttered half aloud.

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| steps back to the door. |

Thursday morning they found

| The relief operator sat down in | the chair, turned on the power and | saw that the last movement of the machine had not been completed. He let out the clutch and a slug of metal slipped into the stick. He picked up the slug and turned the type face toward him. “Blackie Moss killed me,” the cold slug. THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious

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