Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 November 1940 — Page 29

- THURSDAY, NOV. 21,

SERIAL STORY—

* Dude College

- By OREN ARNOLD |

YESTERDAY: Andre receives | his orders to follow Ronnie, get the new bomb sight which Bailey owns. He is to work with an agent who will be |identifled by a crutch. He arrives at Pueblo, sees a beautiful girl drive up. A {profes= sor, Dr. York, calls her Senorita Montoya. As she alights from the car, Andre sees that she walks with a crutch.

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FOR A LONG moment Ronica Bailey was concerned about the hole in her cabin window. | It was a bullet hole, unmistakably. Anyway, she had seen the sudden little spurts of flame from the men’s guns. Five guns fired at her by five men she. had [found walking across the rocky castus-

studded desert. Once more she looked downward. The men had stopped shooting but they had begun to run. | She studied the landscape carefully. Nowhere was there house, road, (windmill, any human sign save those five men, : p She fumbled in a side pocket of her cabin and pulled out her own pistol. She could shoot it and shoot accurately, too, for she had a target range in her basement at home. On the other hand— “That's foolish,” she told herself now. “Whyever should I fight back at them?” She reholstered the gun and accelerated her motor into a smooth, powerful crescendo that lifted her skyward, Then she leveled off, made a big curve and streaked like a phantom rabbit for home. But the wing still fingering at her through the bullet hole served to heighten her indignation, too.|

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" WHO WOULD DARE Soot at a Bailey? Or, for that matter, who would dare shoot at any airplane An the United States of America? This country wasn’t at war!| This country clung to freedom; and nobody, official or otherwise, had a right_to shoot at a pleasure plane. In no time at all the earth-parpet wolled under her to reveal Pueblo and its college, and eight miles to one side her father’s new ranch. She shifted her direction, still roaring, gunned her ship downward, and edged off just enough to land [easily on the broad mesa her father had caused to be marked as a private landing field. Her mechanic sensed trouble. He came running. “What happened?” he demanded. “The ship's fine, Barton. [But where's daddy?” “In the porch hammock. still saddle sore.” She went to him and told him what had occurred. “Probably hunters, and you off their game,” he suggested. don’t you get a book and daughter? Or study up on y ” ” 2 2

“OH, DADDY, I can keep uj my studies at night! You wo even care—if—if Indians tri scalp me! Would you, now?” “I'd feel sorry for the Indians. Wait—where are—?” “I'm driving to Pueblo.” “Better report it to the s he called, ‘just in case.” There wasn't any sheri in . Pueblo, she found. But there was a constable and a branch office of the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service. The| constable sent her to the latter |place, where she met Inspector Sheridan Starr. “No doubt about it, Miss Bailey,” Officer Starr said earnestly. {They were aliens slipping in from| Mexico. Now, from your description of the country, I think I can go right out there and—" “I couldn't see any sign|of a road,” she declared. | “No. But I can drive ta The Tanks, where we keep a few saddle horses. Then I can ride horseback and maybe pick up the men’s trail. I'll shove right off.” | He started to his car, and, when he had settled behind the sipering wheel Ronica Bailey was [beside him. “Hey,” he began, surprised) can't go along. What I i was—" “Hush,” she smiled at hi wouldn't miss it.”

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“Lordy, miss,” Mr. Starr eventually, “I didn’t know girls come like you. But, se —you have to mind me wh get to the horses.” “Oh, of course, Mr. Starr.” # #8 =

THE RIDE out was almost an hour, and Ronica had ample ghance then to get acquainted with the country from a man who [really knew it. Sheridan Starr was a big-shouldered, big-hatted, | bighearted officer who had known long service on the Border Patrol, and he seemed to be intimate with every nook and cranny of this Southwestern arid land. He told Ronnie a lot about her college. At rifle and holster on his saddle, . filled his pistol cartridge belt, and again bade Ronnie goodby. “If I'm not back by nightfall,” gaid he, “you take the car and go home, then send a man back to help me.” But he hadn’t ridden out of sight until Ronnie had a second| horse under saddle and was trailing Officer Starr. She realized he would never " tolerate her close to him nop here at hand was the country where she had been shot at by She marveled that F pected to make an arrest along. “Daddy will skin me for| this,” ghe told herself. 4

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SHE PULLED up when she saw Starr -dismount behind mesquite prush, then creep to a ridge peer over from a prone position. His rifle remained:on his horse, but all at once she saw him unholster a pistol. She knew he had spotfed the

men! He circled briefly, then went out of sight. Ronnie crept upto the ridge herself. She saw nothing at first, and she just lay there nursing a sense of excitement and guilt, wondering what her faculty adviser, Dr. Woodrow Wesley York, would " have advised her to do. “ALTO!” ! From somewhere off came that ghout. Starr’s voice. | Los fed-

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