The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-30
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worked up about it, as usual. She was more interested in probing her brothers personal affairs.
 Been out all day, haven't you brother de-e-e-ar? Isn't love the grandest thing?"
 "Shut up," he grinned. Caro- lees all right, though"
 You're telling I? Pretty! But just the same, watch out. The old man probably itches to use shot, gun"
 He threw spurs and quirt and assorted things at Nina until she ducked and ran, while everybody laughed at them.
 Talk of the shooting occupied the supper hour and the starlight con- ferences, too. This was a balmy evening, and the Lodge people loaf 1 ed on the great rustic porch, en- toying the new thrill in converse tion. MT. Blake was quite the hero.
 Both he and his son had tele- phoned into Florence, the Pinal county seat, and reported the mat ter to Sheriff Watson, but the sheriff hadn't been very helpful. Probably some careless hunter, he had suggested; hardly worth a search. People were always re- porting mysterious" shootings up in old Superstition and he was prone to scoff at such yarns. But l at Loltiv,o4 IaIp weren't satisfied.
 Soon after breakfast next morn- ing Stuart ordered his horse sad dled and-more sensibly than the eday before-strapped on gallon canteen of water and small package of food. He didn't want to admit being lost the day before with Carolee, and wouldn't even admit to himself that he couldn't ride through the mountain alone
 The horse was tied and waiting when Stuart came out. And when he did appear, he smacked of movie version of some ter rible- tom-from- tall timber. At least Nina told him so.
 Woe to the villains on a day like this!' she acclaimed. loudly twill you capture them alive and torture them, sir? Or just shoot them down to dust?"
 Stuart wore cartridge belt A business-like revolver hung on one hip, too; and he carried a shiny repeating rife that he had bought in town.
 AS matter of solemn fact he did look rather impressive. Nina'S admir- ation was at least partly genuine. Stuart could have been movie hero with luck and talent added; and he had the looks He was mas culine enough. Usually he was gay and prankish, full of banter him. self, but not this morning
 Somebody shot at dad" he an- nounced as if that were sufficient. Come to think of it, it was, Nina told herself.
 Then the maiden is not in dis tress today. I take it. It's best to let her yearn a bit anyway. Where will you go them"
 Stuart was stuffing cartridges into his pistol.
 T don't know exactly. For one thing I'll do a little target prac- tice. Dad traced out the route he took yesterday. He was about four miles from here. I'll go there, and learn what can."
 Nina was suddenly concerned.
 Don't be a fool, Stuart. If somebody shot at dad, somebody might shoot at you. And the aim might be better today. Why don't you take guide?"
 Dad wasn't armed. I am. I l don't think the shooting will occur again anyway. I just want to in- vestigate. Besides, I'm getting interested in that Lost Dutchman Mine. If it's important enough to make fools of the Golfers and cause dad to be shot at, then some of those other stories about the mountain may be true"
 Undoubtedly some of them are true" Nina declared. "They are on record. The deaths, I mean. But why are you interested?"
 He smiled, then, for the first time this morning.
 Game out to adventure, didn't we, while dad rests? So far he's done the adventuring. I want to trace down few cleWs myself But don't go spending the treasure until find it."
 1 Nina leaned against a front post.