Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-02

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INsTALLMENT III.
The feel of the revolver in the pocket of his
breeches somehow gave Harry the expectation
of adventure as he walked across the sandy
waste toward the shacks of the abandoned
town. He had often heard of these old mining
camps, centers of a Tiotous and dangerous life
during the gold rush, and now he eagerly hur-
ried to explore one Of them.
Five minutes walk brought him to the first
of thes low frame buildings along the sandy
street, with its hitching posts and its wooden
sidewalks. A faded sign on the wooden struc-
ture proclaimed that it had been a hay and
feed store. Passing along, he came to a more
elaborate structure. the Star Of the West"
saloon and dance hall.
Deciding that this building would be worth
looking into later, he continued along the street
Then suddenly he paused, A low whining
sound came to his ears He whipped about,
gazing back toward the plane that he had left
just a few moments before He could not see
it. Everything obscured by a whirling,
roaring cloud of sand and dust that was bear
ing down upon him. The sandstone had
arrived!
At once Harry's one thought was to get back
to the plane and Uncle George. Bending his
head before the gale-like wind and shielding
his face from the singing, binding sand, he
started back But in moment he knew that
he was attempting the impossible That wind
could not be faced. Gasping for breath, grit
against his bare hands, he turned again and
rushed before the wind to the shelter of the
Star of the West"
The battered door opened on rusty creaking
hinges, letting him into a long, Iow-ceilinged
room, dust covered and disordered. He saw
long bar, broken mirror behind it. About the
room were tables and chairs, looking as though
they had been used within the month, instead
of being idle for many years.
He could see little in the aim light, and out
side the roar and whine of the storm made all
other sounds, If there were any in this ghostly
town, impossible to hear. Anxious for the
safety Of his uncle, he hurried to a window, but
found that he could see nothing through the
dirty pane except the whirling tumult of sand.
He turned back, deciding to make the best of
his imprisonment. Then suddenly he stopped
dead in his tracks, his hair bristlng with terror
From somewhere he had heard the sound OF a
mans voice raised in an angry curse
Harry was not boy who became frightened
easily. but that sound in this deserted place
haunted with memories of bloody past and
surrounded by the storm roaring outside, chilled
his blood. For moment his one thought was
10 flee from this unknown terror Then reason
returned That was mans voice and 1t was
In this buiIding Who could be in the deserted
Star OF the West?
Harry gripped the gun in his pocket and tip
toed across the floor toward a door that opened
beside the end of the bar. Before he reached
it he saw that there was light in the room
beyond. Taking every precaution to make no
noise, he put his hand on the door and opened
it a mere inch, so that he could see into the
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