Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 April 1939 — Page 14

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SERIAL STORY —

Border

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 offi. cer, also a bachelor. LUIS BARRO-—Mexican smuggler.

Yesterday—From a restaurant proprietor, Betty learns of Barro’s ranch where he keeps smugglers, and of other plans. But she knows she might be killed at once if her identiy is discovered.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HE morning daily from El Paso was as usual cn the streets of Juarez at dawn, and as usual Betty Mary bought a copy when she came down to breakfast. She had even acquired a pet newsboy by now, a dirty but likeable “muchacho.” The Page One banner headline this morning instantly caught her attention. Border Patrol Smashes ‘Submarine’ Dope Smuggling She left her grapefruit and mint leaves untouched and read every word of the article, About 8 p. m. the day before, so the story ran, two laborers in dirty overalls, carrying wrenches and other tools, had begun working on the railroad trestle near the Rie Grande River in El Paso’s smelter district. Apparently a section of track near the squalid abode home of one Ernesto Peralta needed repairing. The laborers kept busy into the night, tightening bolts and making general “repairs.” At 10 p. m, one of the laborers, who was really Inspector Hope Kildare of the U. S. Border Patrol, told his fellow laborer, Inspector Sherjdan Starr, that “something” was leaving the muddy waters of the Rio Grande River. “It looks like a dog, or maybe a burlap sack, Sherry, see,” Hope murmured, still wielding a large wrench. “Sure as shootin’,” Sherry agreed. “It just crawled out of the water, and it's slipping right up to Peralta’'s kitchen door!” “Keep on acting, but let's edge down nearer the ground. Maybe we can make a run for it.”

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N 10 minutes they were quietly tightening a bolt on one of the trestle standards, apparently deep in their work. But they were on the ground, several feet nearer the Peralta shack. “There's another one!” Sherry whispered presently. “Keep fooling | with the bolt. though.” “It's a sack, all right,” Hope agreed in a moment. It's being pulled by a wire or something. Let's make a run for it, hunh?” “Okay. You dive for the bag. I'll go in the front door.” In that instant they dropped their tools and ran. Hope pounced on the muddy bag as would a dog. It was lumpy and hard. Sheridan Star burst into the front door of the shack with no ceremony. “Manos arriba!” He commanded. “Los federales aqui!” Fo..r men in the Peralta kitchen-! dining room were on hands and |

knees. They turned to ‘him in con- | sternation. | Instantly one drew a pistol and |

fired it, but Sherry had kept in mo-| tion. He grabbed the first object at] hand—a chair. { It swing in a terrific arc, floored one man and knocked another cold. The pistol skittered across the floor. Hope burst in then and a few quick fist blows gave him and Sherry mastery of the situation. | When the prisoners had been taken to jail for formal booking, newspaper reporters, of course, were eager for the details. | “Why, uh, this Peralta,” Sheridan explained, to their question-! ing, “he works for the city as a street cleaner. And he began | showing signs of more affluence than his salary justified. We got suspicious of him, watched his shack, saw him operating his sub- | marine. That's all” “They had the cocaine sealed | inside tin buckets, and these inside the burlap bags. Is that right, Mr. tarr?” “Yes. The bags were weighted with rocks, so they would slide on the river bottom. That way nobody had to show themselves. The bags could be pulled right to Peralta’s door, from some bushes across the Rio. He's probably been doing it for months. Normally nobody would notice it, especially at night.” “Who was sending it across from the other side?” the reporter asked. “Well, probably Luis Barro. His dope is always wrapped in the same kind of little capsules, so it can be easily retailed. I'm sorry Barro wasn't in the bag himself.”

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HEN Betty Mary had finished she took her sketching pad and pencils and went out on the street. She wanted to sit in the plaza sunshine and think. For one thing, she was discovering more and more that Washington headquarters could not possibly realize what tremendous odds were faced by the Federal officers along the Mexican frontier. Even with the friendly Mexican Government cooperating as best it could with Uncle Sam, such elusive, clever swindlers and smugglers as Luis Barro could function virtually unmolested. The boundary is too long, with too few men to guard it. Toward mid-morning she went to The Place of the Sleeping Monk. It was the hour when most likely to be free of customers, and her fat and sociable friend Pablo could talk to his heart's content. He was excited when she arrived. “They break opp the submarine!” he declared hoarsely to her. “You have see the paper, senorita? Don Luis—he is black with anger, that one! He come here and snap at everybody. He is danger when is so!” “Goodness!” Betty Mary was truly alarmed. “It was make him most money of all, that submarine. He will surely have that Peralta kill when he leave the Americano jail. Peralta he get the great head! He make money, so he show off, hah! Los Federales, they watch everything. They see him. Now Don Luis fix. He may have the officers kill too, for his revenge. You will see.” “Don Luis is—very angry about It?” she probed sympathetically. “Si senorita! He have the big jusiness, and it grows—so!” Pablo ndicated with spreading arms that & was expanding. “Getting much bigger, no doubt?”

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