New Britain herald., 1925-01-15
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| flnuinE tne uIeless boules or ms two partners at their gold-mining camp, Harry Gloster fees south ward, knowing that he will be &C., cused of tho crime. On the way Gloster saves the life of a stranger. Lee Haines, from the murderous hands of a scoundrel by the name oflJoe Macarthur.
 Gloster is jailed after getting into fight with several men over q girl. Leo Haines and Joan Barry, daughter of famous rider of the old plains, assist Gloster to escape. Haines is shot down, Joan. several nights later, disappears on the back of the Captain" Haines' great black stallion. Gloster retraces his steps to loans cabin and is con- | fronted by Buck Daniels. her guar dian; they finally call n truce, how ever. Now Joe Macarthur comes to the mountain camp of Haines' old bandit gang with a scheme to rob the Wickson Bank. After much ar- gument he Is made member of the gang.
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 But there's only one way. part ners," he said, that Macarthur can lit in with the scheme of things. He can't play number two. Haines. was a cleverer and bigger man than any I've ever met. Joe couldn't even play second to him. If Joe is back with Us, I say that he's got to be first. He gets what Haines got: two shares in every deal we push through. He gets what Haines got: our obedience whenever he gives an order. How does 1t sound to you?"
 It caused an argument, but only q brief one. In ten minutes, from being a candidate with dubious probability. of being elected, the big fellow was installed as chief, had received the grip of every one of the other five, and had their solemn promise to follow his orders as If he were a general and they privates in an army.
 He lost no time in taking up his duties. At the table where the poker game had been interrupted by his arrival, he sat down and planned for them the robbery of the Wick son Bank. With little piles of gold pieces he checked off the positions of the houses along the main street. With a greater pile he indicated the bank itself. ea
 Then he told them what he had done. It was the old story. He had known of the cashiers need for money. He had approached the man automatically. and in & single in- terview he had gained what he wanted the combination of the safe, the promise that the watch man should be discharged on the day of the robbery. and that new one should not be hired in his place. and in return for this delivery ot his honor, Samuel Carney had re- ceived in exchange a promise that he should have fifteen per cent Of the profits, and those profits prom ised to be large. A full hundred thousand dollars in cash should be gained from the safe of the bank
 Such figures made the gang sit up. They glanced at one another with bright eyes and then openly complimented their new command CT. He proceeded with the details There was a stretch of thirty miles between them and the town of Wickson, but the trail was entirely, or almost entirely downhill. They could cover that distance easily in four or four and half hours.
 Therefore they would leave the camp at midnight and arrive in the heart of the little valley In the dark of the early morning, that dead time of the night when men sleep most soundly. After that it would be a simple thing to do their work. There was not even the need or soup" to blow the safe. They had the combination and could simply talk to 1t" and have the door to the safe open.
 There was nothing, in fact, which required more than one man for the job except that there might be an accident chance passer - and in that case there might be a call for guns that would shoot straight, and several of them, for the farmers of the Wickson Valley were Of fighting strain.
 It was at the conclusion of this talk that they first heard the sing ing. It came with echoes through the narrow gorge which opened into the hollow, and it was silver thin and high:
 Que viva la rumba;
 Que viva, que viva placer;
 Que vivan las ninas, chulitas'
 bonitas,
 Y guapas que saben querer."
 Lew Cambridge was the first to reach the door.
 By the Great Horn Spoon" he cried, for he was somewhat old fashioned in his oathsS Its girl riding the Captain, and she's com ing into the hollow"
 CHAPTER XIV
 The Might of Innocence
 They poured outdoors, the fout giants, the bespectacled student. and pudgy Guiness. Beyond the little stream they saw the black slall'on; he was neighing to one of his old