Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-09-15

biceps and calf OF the right hind leg.
Also brand across my chest
where's the other manl
Don Jaime indicated the spot and
then sat down to wait while the ran
ger rode up to investigate. The
rangers face was gravely humorous
when he returned.
There's a man up there lying on
top of a rifle. An oldish man. Looks
like Tom Antrim-that Is, dressed
like him, but you've shot his head
practically away and he's unrecogniz-
able Features quite obliterated."
while waiting for something or
somebody to turn up | didn't have
anything else to do, SO | praeticed
shooting Don jaime protested yir-
tuously. MY horse still there?"
Yves, standing where you left him.
"Good old Border horse. Shooting
never flusters him. Well Ken, you'd
better undress me and take an inven-
tory: then get me on my horse and
hold me there It's ten miles back to
the ranch but can make it II | don't
| bleed to DEATH"
Hobart carried him out to the clean
| grass In the draw, undressed him and
examined his wounds with the skill
/ Of one to whom wounds are no mys-
terry. "All flesh wounds; blood just
yelling slowly 1t will probably
coagulate and quit in little while
| he announced casually.
He brought iodin, bandages and ad-
| hesive tape from his saddle-bags, for
| like all of his profession he had fire.
/ quent need of such things and was
/ not half-bad backwoods surgeon.
When he had the wounds dressed and
the arm In a sling Don Jaime stood
erect and gingerly rested his weight
on his wounded leg. Not any worse
than a badly sprained ankle" he re-
1oiced, "and I've walked miles on one
Of them Well, let's have look
at the sassy old sheep-herder."
With Hobart's assistance he mount
ed his horse, and together they rode
up the opposite slope and gazed down
at the dead man. II could see a small
CLINT of something white" Don Jaime
explained, "after | fired the first time
| figured 1t might be his face, SO |
pecked away at It,"
well, your extravaganza with am
munition is what brought me direct
to the scene. I'd ridden about half a
mile from where we parted when 1t
occurred to me that Antrim and his
camp cook could easily have heard
you directing me to have one Of the
boys come into Los Algodones with
the auto and the trailer TO bring your
horse home. Remember? You shout
ed So he'd know you were travelling
across country alone and unarmed-
for of course he could not know that
as mere matter Of precaution YOU
had borrowed my rifle. Just got a
bunch 1t would be like the old scoun-
drel to follow and bushwhack you.
He could be reasonably certain there
would be no witnesses"
Don Jaime gazed down at the girls
" thing In the bushes. Looks like
Antrim--all but the face" he agreed
"Frlsk him. Ken, In your capacity as
peace officer, and see what luck we
have"
So the ranger turned the dead mans
pockets inside out and In the coat
pocket he found black seal-leather
wallet bearing on the outside the
words In gold letters: Thomas An
trim, Christmas, 1925"
Somebody, strange as 1t may
seem, actually thought enough Of this
man to give him Christmas present,
the ranger murmured. Here's {
photo post card addressed to Thoma:
Antrim, Jolon. Las Cruces County
Texas. Picture of girl taken n
Atlantic City. Now, whore have
seen that face before?'
t ITO BeAContinued)