The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-06-30
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, his dad against getting lost, but
the father had been on higher
attitudes where the going was less
blocked by brush. Besides, he was
4 lccncr observer than his chill
drcu. hc informed .hcm; he could
backuail.
Stuart decided Immediately tina,
the Golfer men had done the
shooting.
He mentioned that fact tc his
father. ana thc latter partially
agreed. Sui, there wOuid seem to
be 40 li%icu' reason for it. the
Golfers might harGor cnnity for
Stuart, following yac episode in
the PhocniX store, but hardly for
StUarts rath""
llr. Blake pointed out that the
store incident had been trivial in
the first place. But tAo Eo!tcrs
obviously were tOuChy, sUr!y,
hence likely to do Tool things.
And on top Of all tha:. they were
out after gold and suspicious OF
anyone who tried TO thwart them.
They may have thuOght Mr.. Blake
was c.yiug to spy on them.
Nina Blake declined to get
y.o-'...' q shout y. 80 vrual. She
was more Interested in PROBING
her brothers. personal affairs.
Been out all day, haven't you
brother dc-e--ar? Isn't love the
grandcSt thing"
shut up" he grinncd. Caro-
lees all right, though
"YOmc'S telling l?' Pretty
Kut Just the same. watch out. The
old man probably itchcS to use a
shotgun.
Tie threw spurs and quart and
assorted things at Nina until she
duckcd and ran, while everybody
laughed at them.
Talk of the shooting occupied
the supper hour and the starlight
conferences, too. This was Il bal
my evening. and the Lodge pcO-
pie loafcd on the great rustic
porch. enjoying the new thrill in
conversation. Mr.. Blake WAS quite
the hero.
Both nc and his son had telc-
phoned into Florence. the Pinal
county seat, and reported the
matter to Sheriff Watson, but the
sheriff hadn't been very helpful.
Probably some careless hunter
ne had suggested; harly worth a
search. People were always re-
porting mysterious" shooting up
in old Superstition and he was
prone TO scott at such yarns. But
even at bedtime the Blake men
wern't satisfied.
Soon after breakfast next
morning Stuart ordered his horse
Saddled and more senSibly than
the day before-Strapped on Il
gallon canteen Of water and a
small package of food. He didn't
want TO admit being lost che day
before with CarOlee, and wouldn't
even admit to himself that he
couldn't ride through the noun
tain alone.
The horse was tied and waiting
when Stuart came out. And when
he did appear, he smackcd of 4
movie version of some terrible
tom-from-the-t all-timbcr. At least
Nina told him so.
Woe to the Williams on 4 day
like this she detained, loudly.
Twill you capture them alive and
torture them, sir? Or just shoot
chem down to DUST"
As matter of solemn fact, he
did look rather impressive. Nina 5
admiration was at least partly
genuine. Stuart could have been Il
movie hero, with luck and talent
added; and he had the looks. He
was masculine enough. Usually
he was gay and prankiSh, full OF
banter himself, but not this morn
ing.
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, | take it. It's best to
let her yearn a bit anyway. Where
will you 90, them
Stuart was StufTing cartridges
into his pistol.
IL 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 so there
and learn what | can"
Nina was suddenly concerned.
Don't be fool, Stuart. If