Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-01-09

ton of the magnetic. He sprang out
on the wing, in cold fury.
1.-THE id sneak has crippled the
motor. Give me the pistol"
Mr.. Ramill held up q restraining
hand. Zone moment, vivian.-Now,
Garth, what have you done"
Garth smiled. "Merely removed one
of the breaker points. Mr.. Ramill. It's
platinum, you know, and that's what
we're bargaining over. The point Is
quite safe here, inside my shirt"
"Shoot him." said Huxby. "We're
not going to be done by fool trick
like this. Shoot the idiot. Go on.
chief. He's only lousy woods bum.
It's matter of million at the least"
The older man leveled the pistol.
Garth, you heard him. You've played
silly trick. We have the drop on
you. If you value your life, bring that
stolen breaker point here, and be
quick about it,"
"How about the line, sir?" Garth in
quired. IF l let go, the plane will
be swept out into the lake"
lie III again.
What if I'd rather not?"
For the second time Miss Ramill
chimed in on the talk: ut would be
just too bad for you, woodsy boy.
Dad is a better shot even than
Vivian
"A better shot and a no less cool
thinker" Garth replied. How can
hold this rope if I'm shot? Those
falls and the rapids below Hold
on there, HuXby Not so fast. You
can come ashore; but Miss Ramill and
her father will come with you. There'll
be no rush to catch the line until all
three of you are off the wing"
Mr.. Ramll started with Huxby out
along the wing. His daughter did not
move.
"If you fancy III leave the plane,
you can guess again"
Her father spoke in her ear. None
too graciously, she took the offered
arm of her fiance. Side by side, the
three came out to the end of the wing.
Mr.. Ramill handed the pistol to Hulk
by, and knelt, ready to slide over the
front edge. The girl jumped down
lightly, without waiting for assistance
Huxby handed her the rifle, laid the
pistol on the wing edge, and grasped
Mr.. Ramill's hands.
AS the portly millionaire slid over,
off the wing, Garth let go of the rope
end and sprang forwank The loop
whipped from around the spruce trunk
He grasped the slackened line and
Tipped it out into the swift rush of
the milky stream.
The head of the released plane at
once started to swing offshore. Hulk
by grabbed his pistol and leaped down
to grasp the wing edge. He shouted
for the others to catch hold. But the
unexpected bump of the edge against
their heads had made both father AND
daughter crouch down.
Huxby stepped back to brace himself
for a shove against the rotary out
thrust of the wing. His rear foot
went over the round of the waterproof
ished ledge. The wing thrust him on
outwards. Before he could let go,
both of his feet were off the ledge top
He slid down with a splash into the
swirling water.
The engineer plunged upstream
three Of four steps to a split in the
glassy-faced ledge. He clawed up the
crevice and sprang to his feet on the
rock shelf, drenched to the armpits
by the milky water. But his right
hand still grasped his automatic pistol
Once more Garth seemed to have
acted the part of fool. For few
moments Miss Ramill and her father
had crouched motionless, dumfounded
by the letting loose of the monoplane
and its shove of Hubby off the ledge.
Garth stood like an unconcerned on
| locker. While the engineer was still
struggling up out of the stream bed,
Mr.. Ramil took the rifle from his
daughter and aimed it at Garth.
"Take your time, VIVIAN" he called.
81 have him covered"
"Hu-wait," painted Hubby. Leave
hin-to me-"
He stood dripping till he caught his
breath. A flirt of the pistol barrel
| made sure it was free from water He
took a step closer to Garth, his eyes
cold, his lips frightened in a bitter
smile.
another clever trick, Jack-and
your last. I'll be generous and give
you half minute for your prayers"
Garth eyed him gravely. THAT is
indeed generous. Shall / reciprocate
by praying that you and Miss Ramill
do not suffer too long from the tor
lures of flies and starvation? Mr..
Ramill may possibly be able to get
over the pass. though l doubt it. In
any event, the first muskeg will stop
him. You and Miss Ramill probably
will last for two or three weeks
| longer"
Huxby glared. You tricky devil
Clever, aren't you? Here is where
you last less than minute"
"Yes?" Garth smiled. 81 might sug.
gest to Mr.. Ramll that he reflect
upon the inadvisability of murder in
Canada. The Northwest Police always
get their man. If he is unaware Of the