Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 August 1938 — Page 14

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“By Clarke Newton

: CAST OF CHARACTERS NIKKI JEROME, heroine; blond, popular, is engaged to six-foof, blackhaired : STEVE MALLORY, hero; who is accompanying her on a {trip to Nikki's aunt and uncle on a Wyoming dude ranch. Nikki's father, : PETER JEROME, is a wealthy New York jewel merchant.

Yesterday: Steve and Nikki are neagly . caught in a dangerous landslide. Then a rock hits Nikki. She kneels in pain.

CHAPTER TEN TEVE lifted Nikki to her feet. \J High up on the cliff a wavering, jagged cut appeared and widened slowly as tons of earth slipped foot by foot from their moerings of centuries. Steve stooped and in one swift movement tossed Nikki on his shoulder and stumbled forward in heavy, heart-breaking strides. The mud dragged at his feet and rocks fell in vicious, bruising hail. The rumble . behind him became a thundering roar. He threw himself and Nikki around the bend as a huge section of the mountain slid

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~ 7 : . : = uU slowly, irresistibly forward, ob- 4 ; SHO : RI) : ; THE X = A ay V literating a quarter of a mile of the ; : ; ; NE: - : trail as completely as though it had : never existed. They lay flat for several minutes, spent, too out of breath to speak. Finally Steve said: “I'm going back to New York and find something easy—like crossing. Times Square at 6 o'clock.” He grinned. “Somehow these trails don’t seem safe to me.” Nikki got to her feet and felt carefully of her side where the rock had struck, wondering if a rib was broken, “Are you all intact, honey,” he asked. “Feels like a mule had kicked me,” she said. “But it seems to be only bruised. I'll live.”

” 2 2 HEY stood staring back for a moment at the shattered mountain where-the trail had been. The slide had accentuated the .steepness. Five minutes before they had been walking along a narrow, but solid enough path. Where that path had been there now was precipitous, gashed earth, hopelessly ‘impassable.. ,“Woody made it back all right, didn’t he?” asked. Nikki, a little of her own fearful reaction creeping into her voice. Sha “I'm sure he did,” said Steve] | Qe

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somewhere down there.” He motioned toward that slide that was settling far below in a haze of dust, despite the rain. Nikki shuddered. “I suppose Woody lost his gun, too,” he continued. “I guess we'd better follow this trail on and try to circle back to camp. We certainly can’t go back the way we came.” The rain had stopped as suddenly as it began. They were soaked. Mud was caked on their clothes. They mopped off soiled hands and faces with wet grass. They walked along the trail and followed its course around the curve of the mountain, but when it continued on, obviously away from camp, Steve suggested they try a] |! cutback along a tiny canyon. So| they changed courses and walked until they believed they should be somewhere near the camp. Sudden1y both realized it was far past noon and they hadn’t eaten. So they sat down and took battered sandwiches from capacious pockets.

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” 2 # HE possibility became increasingly a probabilitv as the next two hours passed and they found no sign of the camp nor received answers to their shouts. Just before sundown Nikki stopped. “It gets dark quickly up here, Steve, and it looks like we're going to spend the night out.” “I've been thinking of that,” he admitted, “and this seems to be as good a spot as any. “Water.” He pointed to a tiny creghk. They had crossed dozens of them, filled by the afternoon’s storm. “Shelter.” He pointed to the trees. “And wood,” said Nikki, “we have.” : : Steve wasn't much of a woodsman but he was enough to lash a branch bet¥een two trees with vines, hack down limbs with his hunting knife and make a lean-to that was closed on three sides and open in front. That would protect them from the weather. : : ~}2¢ spent an hour gathering wood and piling it within their reach, while Nikki piled twigs and leaves on the ground within the lean-to. That done they built a fire after a few false starts and sat within their; little house, watching the flames just. as the sun plunged their little valley into dusk and darkness. “You know,” said Nikki, moving closer, “being lost up here is serious. Of course we're bound to be found in a day or so, though in the meantime we could get pretty hungry. But somehow I can’t. worry. We're together and it’s just fun.”

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ing. Steve started to rekindle the fire and then decided there wasn't much point in it. They washed their faces in the little creek and started out. Steve took his bearings by the

sun and decided they had been!

traveling too much to the right, so he altered their course and they struck out directly over the hill at their left.

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The walking +had made the ground soft and they frequently had to stop ‘and rest. Branches tore at their clothing and scratched their faces, but they kept on pushing diagonally upward. They were almost at the top of the hill when they heard a shot. * They loo at each other in glee. “A shot meams man and man means food,” said Steve. “Come on.” _. They hurried on upward and when they reached the top they could see down into the valley below. “Now to locate that shot—or the shooter,” said Steve. They searched through the sparse brush with their eyes and Nikki caught a movement and cried:

“—and here’s OUR figures!”

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