Evening star., 1934-01-28

Not for q job. Not for anything"
street. Light shone from the doorway Of the
elite. The fat aproned figure Of Mr.. Protoko-
polls bulked there. He was talking to Jen
Gable and the town marshal, . pudgy hand
pointing toward the corner. The mill boss
and the law started on.
Smoky wheeled back to the doorway, and
drew Maize into the thick shadows Of the
recess. He muttered q warning.
Cable and the marshal swung by IN swift
strides The harsh. whining drawl of the mill
boss was borne in his wake by the wind
\"They've shorely gone to Dyers rooming
house. Wish we could ketch EN- together,
jest right. That Hyatt gal has done more
deviltry-oughter be run out somehow-shore
nab the jailbird-"
swore.
II reckon" said Smoky srimly. "In stick"
''Oh, boy!" It was . laugh and q cry.
"But III be jugged. No job when I'm let
But, boy, there's still chance. It's what
hung up my apron and started you out for.
Smoky" said Maize Hyatt hercely, we're 60
ing straight on to the hill. You and me. And
we're going right into the of6ce and put this
up to Mr.. Tully himself"
"Old Raw Nails-youre crazy!"
"Only about you. logger. You listen" Her
hands clutched his macknaw collar. Listen,
Smoky. Mr.. Tully likes me-"
He laughed. Raw Nails. With that name
]. J. Tully, the sawmiu warden, vas pegged
by his men, They hated and feared him. JEFF
Cable changed from . hard rock to crawling
worm whenever Raw Nails inspected the mill
1t night
EAN warped, with lace Ike . rusty chunk
l. Of wire rope, he never spoke except to
rip up some victim, In Q voice like the rasp
Of . grindstone. Generally the vic
tim was the mill boss. At times Smoky had
felt sorry for Cable. At other times he had
been grateful to Raw Nails for telling Cable
what he himself thinking.
Anyhow, Maize was talking foolshness. Raw
Nails wouldn't waste q minute on q hobo
logger.
But he will on me-" she insisted and went
on eagerly. Il used to wait on him Ut the
hotel. All ever got from him was an icy
glare, until he heard some talk about me- He
stopped the hotel manager from firing me-
even though his son was mixed in the talk.
"Mr. Tully never got fresh, and he wasn't
really friendly. Guess he couldn't be. But
he liked me some. He gave me q nickname.
'Reb it was Hello, Reb,' he'd say, see
you're still at large Queer things like that"
Funny" said Smoky. "You hear EN- say
'reb' for rebel in the South. And he never
made pass at you?"
He never did, honest. Maybe I'm all
wrong, but got . hunch, Smoky. Won't you
play it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. Nothing to
lose, I reckon"
Ar. ]. J. TULbY-"Raw Nails" to some
INI 200 timber savages-vas working late,
and tonight the hard-bdtten manager was In
one of the tempers that had earned him his
nickname
His right ankle was sprained from slip on
an icy gangway that led from the mill. Pro-
fanely refusing to be helped to the company
hospital, he had nmped back to his ONCE and
sent clerk for liniment and bandages
Hot throbs Of pain were shooting up his leg.
Snarlng surrender to the torment, Tuly showed
back from the desk and yanked open the
drawer into which he had thrown the stuff
from the hospital The boot was already
off, Tully stopped to pull on the wool sock.
His gaze then shifted to the lock on the
door. He started nervously as he saw the knob
turning. He imped swiftly for his chair and
the shelter of his desk. A soft knock sounded
through the panels.
"Come in"
Maize Hyatt paused inside the door.
$50 it's Reb," said Raw Nails evenly. Il
wondered when you'd be around. You want
something. of course. What Is tt?"