The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-09-14

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bumped along. The dust was sitting
but he grinned and hung on.
When the car turned again, the
dust clouds lesened and he opened
his eyes. They were sliding along
an old road choked with grass and
weeds. Thick brush and willows
crowded close on each side as
though striving to close the traib
Their branches switched Stan
with a singing sharpness as he
leaned out to see what was ahead
He ducked back when he saw that
the road ended abruptly at the door
Of a dilapidated cabin.
Picking a thick clump Of willows
he unloaded feet first and rolled
into cover beside the road. In
stantly he scrambled to his feet and
peered after the car.
A wide grin cracked through the
dust around his mouth. The car
was stopping at the door OF the
cabin. Both its doors swung open
and the three men leaped out.
Without delay, they pulled the girl
after them and rushed her into the
cabin.
Stan slapped his belt with sigh
OF regret. He had not thought he
would have use for his gun in the
city and had left it in a saddle
pocket at the home ranch.
Now he found himself about to
tangle with three armed kidnapers.
He Slid back into the willows and
headed for the cabin.
Elegant" he muttered, as he
thrust aside the long willow leaves
and looked through them. Two Of
the thugs ran out of the cabin, a
well-dressed fellow and a tall COM
panion. They leaped into the big
car and started the engine.
With the motor racing madly,
they swung around and headed back
down the narrow road. Stan gave
them only glance. Now for the
rescue Of the fair one" he grinned,
and began stealthy approach to
the cabin.
LIE advanced upon brush
Il Il covered side of the building and
leaned forward to peer through a
crack that had lost it's chinking.
What he saw made his lips pull tight
and his eyes darken.
A slender girl sat on a backless
chair facing a heavy-set man with
beetling brows. The fellow had
taken the only chair with a back
for himself and was tilted back
watching his captive with evident
enjoyment He was armed with a
short, black automatic and looked
capable of using it.
You most likely won't get mussed
up none, lady. LeaStwiSe not fer a
spell. When the boys get back with
flivver, you can write little note
to your old man telling him to slip
us Is grand" The thug spat ac-
curately through a knothole in the
floor.
Stan Balls hands closed hard as
he shifted his eyes to see the girl.
She was shaking her head and
stamping her feet. Her hands we're
tied with a silk scarf and her mouth
was gagged with a handkerchief but
her blue eyes we're uncovered and
they were wide and angry, while her
nose was tipped up defiantly.
Even in his haste to go to her aid,
Stan paused to note the finely
chiseled nose and the curved throat
exposed below it. The girl was not
afraid, Stan noticed that at once,
but she was furiously angry. Noise
lessly he slid around to the door
which stood open and inviting.
The heavy-set thug had placed
his chair close to the opening and
his back was partly turned. 1t was
evident that this enjoyment of his
captive's irritation had diverted him
from his job of watching the clear
ing and the road.
Possibly a feeling of security
made him lax. At any rate, he was
totally surprised as lanky form