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SERIAL STORY—

Border

By Williams

YEAH 7 WELL, WHERE IS THE GUY WITH THE BIG MITT

WHUT DID YOU STRIKE AT THAT BALL FOR? THAT WAS TH CENTER FIELDER THROWIN' TH BALL TO TH’ CATCHER--

“AND SO, MY DEAR, YOUR PREDICTION “THAT I WOULD GET CALGUT IN A “TRAP IE LT BIT ON “THAT EREE-LAOT

SPEAKING OF OPPORTUNITY “wal AM ROPING ONE THOUSAND DOGIES OUT OF THAT HERD OF MONEY wn FOR 25 YEARS 1'vE

Adventure By OREN ARNOLD

CAST OF CHARACTERS BETTY MARY JORDAN-—Pretty young Border Patrol service secretary. SHERIDAN STARR—Handsome Border Patrol officer. HOPE KILDARE—Starr’s fellow officer, also a bachelor. LUIS BARRO—Mesxican smuggler.

Yesterday: Betty admits to herself that she is more than interested in the two Border Patrol officers. Meanwhile, they are looking for Barro and in distant Mexico aliens are being smuggled up to the border.

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CHAPTER FOUR

" E'D better stake out the horses over here and make

the rest of the way on foot,” Sheridan Starr suggested. “If we top the next rise on horseback we could be

seen.” “Right,” agreed Hope Kildare.

“And make a fine rifle target.” The two young officers made their mounts secure with ropes tied in a clump of scrubby desert trees. Each man then hooked a quart canteen of water to his belt, and a rolled blanket containing a little food was strapped military fashion to each back. Cartridge belts were already filled, pistols strapped on. Each removed a rifle from a saddle holster and the two set out afoot, moving almost silently in the darkness. “San Felipe Canyon properly begins six miles further up, where the new paved highway skirts the mouth of it,” Hope remarked, barely above a whisper now. “That's why aliens are beginning to use it. They can make it up the canyon at night to the highway, be picked up in cars and be well on the way to Albuquerque or Denver or some other inland point by daybreak See?” ‘ “Sure. But it leads right on down to the fence too, doesn’t it?” “Yeamp. And there's where we better wait. If we don’t nab ‘tm soon as they cross the line they may take a notion to scatter.” “Okay. How many you guess’ll be in the party, Sherry?” “No tellin’. Betty Mary didn't have the whole dope on it.” They ceased talking and began moving now with the skill of long practice, slowly, silently, as an In-

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dian might go. Beyond the horizon | line dead ahead was San Felipe! Canyon. | It was a small gorge, but its 300] feet or so of depth loomed forbidding by night. All of it was a rocky rugged terrain, touched here and there by thorny cacti which had to be sensed by the crawling men. “Don’t stick up your head,” Hope warned his friend. “Hump your blanket up around your neck. It'll keep your silhoutte from looking

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like a man, in case anybody should just happen to be gazing at the skyline.” = = = HEY moved on all fours—putting first their rifles forward, then pulling up legs. They had excellent reason to suspect that five or maybe 25 desperate aliens might be on the other side of this ridge, and they knew any such aliens

would train hawk-like eyes for the officers from El Paso. “Worst thing is,” Hope whispered once, “we didn't get the tip in time. We may be already too late.” “If anybody's in this canyon now,” Sherry whispered at last, “they darn sure aren't moving. The walls are so close we'd surely have heard some sort of little noise or echo.” “Right,” agreed Hope. “But they, may come yet. If we aren't too late | getting here.” | “I'm afraid we are. it, say?” “Its . past 32” studying the stars. | From their position they could be fairly comfortable and could surely | discover any pedestrians or riders] who might try to come up the can- | yon. They unrolled blankets and | wrapped up to combat the cold.| Then they took turns on guard. | The long night vigil was never interrupted. Not a single untoward sound disturbed the officers. At 7 o'clock they ate a bit of cold food] and at 8 a. m. they crawled down. “Maybe we weren't too late, but too early,” Sherry said when they had met again. “Not a sign of a track, either horse’s or man’s.” “Me either,” Hope nodded. “What'll we do, stick it out?” “Guess so.” 2 =» =

HEY were putting themselves in for a long, tedious task and they

knew it; but patience is truly golden if you are a border guard. They settled down behind their rock and

brush to wait until night should fall again—12 long hours, and then more vigil at night. They passed the time talking, as only friends can. A lot of it was business, and a very great deal of it was about Betty Mary Jordan and her unexpected appearance in their lives, but they did not allow the talk about her to get personal. Not a thing was said, all dy, about the fact that Sheridan Starr already had asked her for a first date. Both men sensed that such talk might lead them to dangerous ground. Never for a moment did they imagine that she hadn't given them an accurate tip. They knew Mexican character, knew that Barro might have planned to send aliens oover last night and then decided to postpone the crossing. Barro, and all Latins, are like that; unhurried, changeable. Sheridan and Hope had kept patient vigil before, were not unhappy now, especially with thoughts of Betty Mary to entertain them. They lay low and slept some. one at a time, during the day, but at sundown both were alert and on guard again. The second night was much like the first; lighted only by stars, silent and clear and rather cold. From 7 to 9 o'clock the two men scarcely whispered. At 10, Hope whispered, “Needn't expect anything before midnight,”—and almost instantly corrected that opinfon. Somewhere in the canyon, at that moment, a rock went tumbling! A large, bounding pebble, nearby. Grasping his arm for silence, Hope felt Sheridan Starrs big muscles go tense beside him.

(To pe Continued) an events 3 4 Sharactens Jn this story

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