The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1935-08-16

Win uSutt 50 that Lucy Saw hOh ~
gray silhouette, with only the red-gold
backlight upon her hair to give her fig.
ure color; and the shadows half corl@
cealed the culver Of her lips, the pal
lor of her face But shadow could not
hide the tormented intensity Of her
eyes.
"You-you'll never deliver up Ken
lucky Jones |"
Campo's voice rose to a thunder.
"And why will not?''
"Because-when you do-In tell
them all the-the truth |"
Her fathers face went empty as he
stared at his daughter, as If faced by
an enormity too great for him to COM
prehend. For moment he wavered as
If his mind refused comprehension,
like horse refusing jump "What
truth?" he managed to get out at last.
what are you talking"
jeans voice broke, all but hysterical,
cut him down. "You-you know-what
truth! If l tell what l know, it's you
that'll be hooked for the murder Of
Mason!''
Watching Campo, Kentucky saw the
boss of the Bar Hook fold up. All the
strength and aggression went out of
his wide lean shoulders, and ragged
palsy came into his hands. "Why, Jean
-" he faltered; "why-Jean-Jean-"
His daughter stood rigid, shoulders
up, and arms stiff at her sides, her
eyes wide with the glazed brilliance of
frozen waterholes as she watched her
father. Then her breath caught in her
throat, and she began to sob brokenly;
Fand her face streamed with the tears
that had been held back for SO long.
"Child, child" said Kentucky softly,
"you didn't need to do thatr'
Jean cried out, "Don't talk to mel
Don't"
The telephone ripped the quiet apart
with whirring clamor.
Kentucky stepped to the phone and
took the receiver down. "Well?"
"Who's that7" came the small voice
over the wire.
"Kentucky Jones, at the Bar Hook"
"This Is Floyd Hopper. Kentucky,
you sure got me up in the air. There
amt any question about islanders
was killed with the gun that was found
in his handw
"Well?"
"It's your move, Kentucky. By Cd,
It sure Is time this thing was cleared
up! What goes on here, man? Put a
name to 1t!
Jean said in a strangled sort Of
voice, us that the sheriff."
"Just minute, Hopper" Kentucky
said, and turned to Jean.
"What-what are you going to do?"
"What can do? Your father has
stampeded us all. II I'd had another
week could have gentled this thing,
but now the whole works has blown
up under us. All we can do Is try to
ride it through to finish, now" He
turned back to the phone. "Are you
there, Hopper
Eyes, I'm here"
go get Ted Baylor. Arrest him If
you have to. but get him. Give a dep
uty the job of keeping hold of him,
and don't let him out Of your sight
until this thing Is cleared up!'
"I've already got Ted Baylor" came
the sheriff's voice from Waterman. II
had that from Campo before you called.
What's the matter with you fellers
out there?"
For a moment Kentucky Jones fall
tered, and his face went blank, but he
spoke to the phone again. "All right.
Then go out to the SO and get Bill
McCord. When you've got both Ted
Baylor and Bill McCord, bring them
out here"
"What If Bob Elliot wants to come
along with Bill McCord?" the sheriff
asked. "McCord is Elliot's foreman.
Elliot'll probably want to come along
and stand by"
"If Elliot wants to come, let him. I
don't care what Elliot does. You bring
Baylor and McCord. When you've done
that, I'll give you the man that killed
Mason"
(which Of 'em is it?" the sheriff de-
manded.
"Hold the rope minute" Kentucky
turned to where Campo Ragland sat.
Campo" he demanded, "why did you
send for Ted Baylor?
Campo Ragland, returning slowly
from the distances, stared at Kentucky
moment, almost as If without recog-
milton. Then he got up and walked
toward the door, slowly and unsteadily,
like an aged man. His voice was hard
ly more than a whisper. ITO hi with
you," he said. $40 hi with you all"
Kentucky turned back to the phone.
II said," came Sheriff Hopper's voice,
(which one Of 'em is it,"
Neither one," said Kentucky. He
hung up the receiver. =.
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