Amarillo daily news. [volume] (Amarillo, Tex.) 19??-current, 1922-11-04
hooded land whore the bark OF trees

flooded land where the bark OF trees
glimmered with wet MOSES.
After n quarter OF a mile the ridge
broadened and split into two. one
hog back branching northeast! They.
however. continued north.
About twenty minutes later Pic.
quet. creeping along on Quintana's
left. and some sixty yards distant.
discovered something moving In the
woods beyond. and fred ut Il. In.
stantly two unseen riies spoke from
the woods ahead. Picquet was
jerked clear around, lost his balance
and nearly fell. Blood was squirting
from his right arm. between elbow
and shoulder.
lie tried TO lift and level his rife:
his arm collapsed and dangled
broken and powerlcss; his rife clat.
tered TO the forest floor.
For n moment he stood there In
plain view, dumb. doathly white:
then he began screaming with fury
while the big, soft.nosed bullets
came streaming In all around him.
His broken arm was hit again. His
screaming ceased: he dragged out
his big clasp knife with his left hand
and started running toward the
shooting.
Az he ran, his mangled arm flop.
ping like a broken wing. Byron
Hastings stepped out from behind a
tree and coolly shot him down ut
close quarters.
Then ouintnnas rife exploded
twice very quickly. ana the Hastings
boy stumbled sideways and fell
sprawling. lie managed 20 rise 10
his knees again; he even was trying
70 stand up when Quintana. taking
his time. deliberately began TO
empty hiB magazine into the boy.
Kidding him limb and body and head.
Down once more. he still moved
his arms. sid Hone reached out
from behind a fallen log TO grasp
the dying lads ankle and draw him
into shelter, bu. Qutntana reloaded
sws<ily and smashed Homes left
hand with the FIRST shot.
Then Jim Hastings. knceling be.
hind bunch Of juniper, fred a
hlgh.velocity bullet into the tree be.
hind which ouintana stood: but be.
fore he could fre again Quintana's
shot IN reply came ripping through
the Juniper and tore CHASTITY hole
in the calf OF his left leg. striking
blow that knocked young Has.
tings fat and paralyEed as dead
founder.
A mile 10 the north. blocking the
other exit from Drowned Valley,
Nike Clinoh. Harvey Chase. Cor
nelius Blommers. and Dick Berry
stood listening 20 the shooting.
'Bgosh," blurted out Chase. 1T
sounds like they was Fo!n' through.
Mike. B'gosh. Il does.
Clinchs little pale eyes blazed.
but he said IN his soft. agreeable
voice:
stay right here. bows. Like a.
not some OF EN- will come this way"
The shooting below ceased.
Clinch's nos,rils expanded and fat.
tened with every breath. as he stood
glaring into the woods.
"Harve." he said presently. you
an Corny go down there an kinda
look around. And you signal II I'm
wanted G'wan. both o. you. Gitr'
They started. running heavily. but
their feet made little noise on the
moss.
Berry came over and stood near
Crnch. For ten mlnutes neither
man moved. Clinch stared NJ the
woods In front OF him. The younger
mans nervous glance flickered like
/ snakes tongue In every direction,
and he kept mois;ening his lips with
his tongue.
Presently two shots came from
The south. A pause; n rattle Of
shots from hastily emptied naga-
lines.
"G'wan down there. Dick- said
-linch.
You'll he alone. Mike"
"Au' right. You do like I say;
III along quick
Berry walked southwark q little
way. lie had turned very white
ineer his tan.
Col ding ycr shouted Clnch.
take II on a iope or Ill kick the
pants offn ye.'
Berry began 20 -un. carrying his
'ifie al a trail.
For half an hour there was not
/ sound In the forests Of Drowned
Valley except IN the dead timber
where unseen woodpcckers ham,
nered ftfuliy NJ the ghosts Ss an
lent trees.
Ccufinued in Our Next sssuel