Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 August 1938 — Page 14

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CAST OF CHARACTERS NIKKI JEROME, heroine; blond, popular, is engaged to six-foot, black-haired * 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.

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in the valley and then they recall the shot they had heard earlier.

. : § * ON 2K 0 ~~ CHAPTER ELEVEN % = ! . : 1] eT HEY waited, hidden on the hill- pe : Hi top, and watched the man below as he picked his way across the valley and started to climb the mountain opposite them. “We can’t be very far from camp,” reasoned Steve. “Sarto wouldn’t take a chance on getting back to the camp alone if he wasn’t very sure he could find his way.” “We can follow him,” said Nikki. “As long as we keep him in sight,” said Steve. They waited a moment until they were hidden from Sarto’s view by his own progress, and then they began their descent into the valley. Steve led the way to the spot where they had first seen him? There was a sharp declivity into a short ravine that had been gouged out by some prehistoric glacier. “Nikki,” said Steve, as they approached the edge. “It’s barely possible our friend Sarto might come back. Suppose you wait behind this clump of bushes and keep watch | while I explore this ravine. Maybe we can find out what he was doing" here.” Steve walked cautiously down the incline, his eyes searching the surface of the depression below him. As he reached the bottom he turned to his right and followed the ravine to that end but found nothing. It : was scarcely 10 feet across at the ; bottom, irregularly rocky and pitted where rains had dipped into formations softer than the rest. He turned and started for the other end of the gully. He stepped on a dead limb and the sharp crackle startled him. A buzzard circled slowly overhead, wheeled in - the cloudless sky and was joined by two of his black fellows. The sun glinted brightly on something ahead and the sharp reflection caught Steve's eye. He stepped around a thornlimbed’ bush and. stopped abruptly as he-came upon the body of Wade Bancroft.

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f 2 ” BE was lying face downward, his arms flung forward, one almost a pillow for his head. His legs were twisted oddly under him, as though he had made a supreme effort to turn when the bullet had struck him—in the back. After the first shock of surprise, Steve examined the still form carefully. The bullet had struck him in the left side of the back and if it had not penetrated the heart, it must have been very close, Steve decided. There was no sign of a struggle and the rocks left no story that he could read, but it didn't seem to Steve that much deduction was necessary. : : His eye caught the shadow of the impatient vultures sailing with the wind currents overhead, and he stripped off his own jacket to coyer Bancroft’s head and shoulders, weighing the edges down with rocks. Then he hurriedly cut brusht and made a rude shelter that he thought would last for several hours. Nikki greeted him with obvious relief and questions unspoken. _ “Bancroft,” he said briefly. “Shot |: through the back.” Nikki gasped. She had been prepared for other things but hardly that. “Bancroft,” Steve, why?” Steve shook his head. “Don’t know. I was afraid it would be Fiske.” Nikki nodded. The | | oT : z : Vig SR : same fear had possessed her, but Ne) % 55 3 g 2 : 7. > now a companioning dread drove 15 qY 8 out every other emotion, every other thought. What had happened while they were away? Oh, she was such a fool. Why had she done it? “Steve,” she said. Her mouth was dry. Words were hard to form. “Uncle Jim and Rance—” Her eyes were questions enough. Steve shook his head. “I wouldn't worry about them yet. They're not babes in the wood.” 2

2 2 EAR God. And she had let them all come on this trip without a warning. Bancroft was dead. The shock of that discovery almost made her forget his men- NNN : A in’ this strange = = wlll cc: ; rama. Her went back to her * YY 165555 IX \ . father and to the meeting on the A train, The soft words of Bancroft THING, 00 You ? with their metallic, dangerous # i undertone. Sarto the bodyguard. Bodyguard. Her own “thoughts startled her. Of course. “Steve,” she cried. “That money must be locked in the cabin at the ranch.” : “Men have been murdered for less,” he said. “That's why we'd better get back to the camp.” What might happen to anyone tryin to stop Sarto, Steve didn’t like to think, let alone mention it to Nikki, but she was thinking too. “Won't he try to get back to the ranch and get away with that money?” “I expect so.” Steve was sure of it. Sarto had killed one man. And that “accident” on the trail, * Steve was sure now, wasn’t an accident. Even to an inexperienced horseman like Sarto, it must have been obvious that a sharp kick "would send his horse surging foraid and that gravity would do the rest. “Steve, let’s be careful.” “We will be.” He glanced: at her reassuringly.

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Woody had reached camp with word of the landslide. He couldn't have known for sure that they were safe and had not been buried ~ under the slide. She knew they "would start searching immediately. Uncle Jim and Rance must be nearly; crazy, she thought. - They reached the top of the hill and the camp spread out below them, an eighth of a mile away. poke arose from the fire in front the cabin, but there was no sign

Steve. “We'd better circle a little and come up from the left.. There's more cover that way.” They made their way down the hillside and toward the camp, pick-

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to keep the trees and brush: between them and the clearing, but. there were many open spaces where there was no. cover. sign of life, The camp looked de-

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