The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-03-31

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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 l practiced
| shooting" Don Jaime protested viz
| tuously. "My horse still there?"
"Yes, standing where you left him."
"Good old Border horse. Shooting
| never flusters him. Well, Ken, you'd
better undress me and TAX, an inven-
| tory; then get me on my horse and
| hold me there. It's ten miles back to
| the ranch but can make 1t If 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 fodin, bandages and adj
hesive tape from his saddle-bags, for
like all of his, profession he had fire.
| quent need of such things and was
not a half-bad backwoods surgeon.
| When he had the wounds dressed and
the arm in sling Don Jaime stood
erect and gingerly rested his weigh:
on his wounded leg. "Not any worse
than a badly sprained ankle" he re-
| joiced, land 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. IL 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
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 a mere matter of precaution you
| had borrowed my rifle. I just got
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 al the girls
| ly thing in the bushes. "Looks like
| Antrim-an but the face" no agreed.
"Frisk him, Ken. in your capacity as
a 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. 1926"
/ Somebody. strange as it may
seem. actually thought enough of this
| man 10 give ulIu q tsi1TlSlIIldS pTtScHl.
the ranger murmured. Here's a
photo postcard addressed to Thomas
| Antrim, Jolon. Las Cruces County
Texas. Picture of a girl taken at
Atlantic City. Now, where have ]
seen that face before?"
| He handed the card up to Don
Jaime, who studied it briefly and
| handed 1t back.
/ Miss Roberta Antrim, OF Hillcrest.
Dodds Ferry, Westchester County.
New York" he announced grimly. "So
she was relative of his. after all"
He sighed. "What else, old timer?"
"a letter in an envelop."
.As a peace officer you have a right
! to read it,"
The ranger complied with Don
| James suggestion. "Brief letter from
Roberta Antrim. addressed to Dear
| Uncle Tom,' and thanking him for
sending her check for FIVE dollars
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