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SERIAL STORY—

Dude College!

By OREN ARNOLD

YESTERDAY—Andre is unusually inlerested in the Mexican girl. Working with her, he decides, will be a pleasure. If his plans succeed. « .» « He buys & car, installs himself as a guest at 8 dude ranch. At a filling station he sees the Montoya girl again, overhears some story about Ronnie's bravery.

CHAPTER SIX RONICA BAILEY felt that utter despair, born of terror, when danger is all around you and nothing is to be done. She had slipped off her horse and crept forward afoot in sheer adventure spirit and curiosity. She lacked even the pearl-handled pistol that stayed in her plane. So, she couldn't flee and she couldn’t| fight, and a hundred yards off an American officer. was battling with | five desperate men. She peeked out.

FUNNY SIDE UP

By Abner Dean

between two rocks. [5 Actually, she had a side view of | [S={4

the little battlefield. She could see |,

all five of the aliens—two of whom

unmistakably were dead or wound- * ed now. Suddenly she observed that ||

Starr was no longer shooting, “O-0-0-0h!” It was almost a moan, “I wonder i. he is—is dead!” y began to replace the fear t assailed her. She decided now

that she must go back for help.

She . crept- back toward their horses, Her own had been tied near is.

“You can never tell what the future holds in store for you . + + when I was a kid they said I was a born leader!”

When she got there she saw the stock of the rifle in Starr's saddle _ scabbard. ‘Then Ronica did a characteristic if foolhardy thing. She took the officer's gun, opened it part way to see that it was loaded, and started right back to the spot she had fled from, Even before she got there she heard more shots. “All right!” she heard Starr yell, and was happy for it, “Come out of that with your hands up! Manos arriba!” He mixed his commands in English and Spanish, but the tone, not the actual words, told Ronica of his desperation. Somehow she knew he was bluffing, possibly hurt.

” 2 o SHE CREPT to a huge boulder, then dropped to hands and knees | and started crawling. She had the side view of the battlefield now, and | by moving from rock to rock, she came within 50 yards of the embat- | tled men. Then she paused behind a | rock about hip high. “I c-can shoot from here!” She said ‘it, and she was physically ; calmer than she imagined she could be. Muscles were tense. She, lifted the rifle, rested on the boulder, and took a perfect, nerveless aim — a sharp bead right through the sights and onto the torso of a man dressed in dark clothing. Only the poorest of shots could have missed. | “No! No-no!” She murmured that, too. Not aloud, but to herself. Try | as she would, Ronica Bailey could | not thus shoot down any man! _ All at once she shouted. © “MR. STARR! I'M HERE! YOU MEN—YOU BETTER DO WHAT

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HE SAYS!” Her. words sounded inadequate silly, she realized. Muscles had be- | gun to tremble, and now she was too utterly frightened to speak with anything like the threat and menace she had meant to put into her voice, Instantly, shot at her. She didn’t try again to call out or aim closely. She just shot back. | Th rifle thumped her shoulder. ' She sat back, astonished, and gazed |. at the thing before she thought to pump a fresh shell. Quickly then she raised up and shot again. "All at once she heard voices calling, and while she didn’t under-' stand the words, she did hear Starr. She peered over her rock. again to see three of the men standing, arms high. They glanced first toward her and then toward Starr, who was coming forwar i tols drawn. 5 She saw him hand together, but she heard him call out to her she was shaking too | much to answer. :

NN THE front porch of the Rocking R Ranch, Thomas U. Bailey sat staring fondly at his daughter. She had been home less than an hour, and the tan, strong.faced Border Patrol officer had done most of the talking so far, " “Well, I'll be eternally damned!”

somebody turned and

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| “I think Smith has been trying to sell the Army his plans for a twostory tent!”

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“I'd like one with an extra

long wheelbase to go with the dog.”

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THE INTERFERENCE al —By Al Capp:

Mr. Bailey repeated himself .often. “Ronnie, you'll get into scrapes no matter where I put you. I had tnought that out here—” “Hold on, Mr. Bailey,” Officer Starr interrupted. “If it hadn't been for her, I'd be a corpse, and no fooling! They thought I had big help. I admit I shouldn’t have let her go along, but she said she could show me the right place, and—well she just kept insisting, and—" “I know just how it is, Mr, Starr! I am her father, but I—” Even Ronnie smiled then, “You'd think I was a terror,” she said. _ “No, ma'am,” Starr resumed. “But 1 am here to say this—whenever you want anything from the U. 8. Border Patrol—anything in the world, miss—why you. -just whistle. And you, too, Mr. Bailey. As you know, we have a force of men guarding the line between the U. 8S. and Mexico to catch aliens slipping «in .and narcotic smuggling and any criminals we card. And if it hadn't peen for Miss Ronnie here—” “you say those were not Mexicans, Mr. Starr?” Bailey asked. “No, sir. Japanese. Hadn't expected that. We don’t catch many here.” «And they weren't aliens, after all, put American born?”

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“yES, sir. They had *proot of that. Fingerprint records, photos, birth certificates, everything. All I can file against ’em is an unlawful weapon charge, and resisting an officer, and they can plead misunderstanding and mistaken identity and all to that, even. But ‘that don’t make Miss Ronnie’s help any less impor—" ' ; “1 know, I know, Mr. Starr. But —see here, what would five men be doing out on the desert that way?” Mr. Bailey's face was intent now. He looked closely at the officer, “Said they was hunting.” “you-—Dbelieve that?” «well, no sir. . Nothing to hunt now. Especially with just pistols.” “Um,” Mr. Bailey meditated a imoment, “Look here, Mr. Starr, you appear to be a level-headed man. nd you are a federal officer. I— ‘Rennie, call Fabian to bring out some refreshments, eh?” i Ronica, slightly surprised, neverhéless got up to obey. Fabian, the

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Mexican cook, would be in thé rear somewhere, she knew. When she was gone, Mr. Bailey spoke again to the Border Patrol man, but in low tone. “Mr. Starr, do you know why I am out here? Besides my health, I mean?” “I have my ideas, sir. Nothing official yet, but——well, I know you

manufacture bombing planes, and there's a new bomb sight, and—" “Exactly, Starr! Now, sir—about these men, do you suspect what I suspect?” Officer Starr nodded. Ronica was back on the porch. (To Be Continued)

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