San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-02-18

Transcon train. A hand was laid on
his shoulder, and the same voice said
"Be good, Ranger. 1 always did like
your style and would hate to have to
put you on sick report again."
Billings saw Drinkwater and the
deputy on the other side of Dryden
with hands raised. Dryden ducked
under the arms of the two deputies
and was running low up the aisle.
The train-robber's voice finished q
sentence for Billings alone:
"Not a man in the house but I'd
rather puncture than yourself, Ran
ger. Let's keep this quiet and gentle
manly-only rapid"
1t was SO rapid, in fact, that Ran
ger Billings didn't lift from his daze
until it was over and he heard Did
sey Drier's hoarse voice close to his
ear:
Our own little Davey Of Bolima--
Dryden and his rescuer had slipped
softly out of the double-doors into the
hall. A roar then from the deputies,
a rushing forward to find that the
doors were fastened. They gave on
their floor bolts, but the outer knobs
were held together. The entire body
OF men in the courtroom rushed back
through Judge Bakers private office
and out into the hall by another door,
to find that David and his Jonathan
had caught an elevator down.
"Ies SIR" Didsey Dreir was say
ing, back in Bolima the next morn.
| ing. at was a hand-cuff that fast
ened that outer door-a steel hand
cuff slipped over the two knobs and
| locked"
They'll never get one without the
siyeIy.
| The morning papers from the CITY
had given themselves full-heartedly to
the story of Roger Drydens delivery
BY his pa !. The old story of the
Iranscon hold-up was retold,
: A real man hunt vas on. A thou
d, sand dollars reward was posted for
Dave Ilcomb and another fifteen HIM.
dred for the twice-escaped bank-rob-
Der OF Pasadena. The two getaways
OF Dryden and Ilcomb, their adoman-
tine loyalty to each other and the
novelty of Dryden's second canture
through a face specialist, furnished de-
taiis OF big summary story from a
newspaper standpoint. Billings had
taken part in the man hunt at first.
but Drinkwater and his sort didn't
wear well afield. The Ranger was
mainly riding alone, these later DAYS.
and one of his rides took him 10 a
ridge overlooking Hautned Valley.
Far below was an old cabin built by
miner named McConachie, 40
years before. A rumOr connected with
the valley, so persistently as to be-
come tradition, that somewhere about
was a lode of gold, wonderfully rich.
just as persistently hung about the
cabin a story that old McConacbie's
ghost was wont to return.
Billings had been on this ridge be.
fore, and had happened upon a silent
spring. He had counted on finding il
again this night, but dark closed in
and he was forced to make a dry camp.
In the morning gray the position of
the spring opened up like n mathema.
teal example one has struggled over
the night before. Billings was letting
himself down rayine toward II, wher
he heard voices. Two men. at least
we're on their way up to the spring
as he was on his way down. One Of
the man-hunting parties, he thought
His left foot darted out to stop 8
small boulder that had started 70 slide
and in that position he stood stool
still. He would wait until they filled
their canteens and vamoosed. y sai