The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1937-06-10
CHAPTER VI-Continued
Hammond whistled.

You bet III means WoIh anu iicii.
And a concentrated campaign. ANY
other method will keep you here for
the next fifty years. You've got to
spend money to make money In
mining
THAT'S what I've been trying 10
tell Mckenzie Joe. But he
There he halted. Kay was COM
ing down the trail. Bruce kenning
called good morning and went up
the stream. Hours later, with Kay
and Hammond watching intently,
the workmen began a cleanup OF
the sluice box on the Joyce claim.
1t only revealed the usual flour gold,
indications of something more to
come. but as yet, nothing worth
saving.
Neither this furne nor the slulce
is long enough" one of the work
ers complained. me n Jim waste
an awful lot of time just standin'
around, for fear of shovelin' IN too
much gravel"
.sThen build 'em up now. while
you're dried out for the cleanup,
Hammond said. I'm going past
the sawmilI. I'll tell 'em to send
some lumber"
And nails" called Kay.
4'I'll get them
Hammond left the stream, with
Its lines of eager workers. At the
sawmill he gave the lumber order,
then turned for Jeanne's to get the
nails. She met him, some fifty
Yards away, returning from the de-
livery of a batch of darning.
Haven't sold all those nails7"
he asked.
81 think there are some left.
There's been run ON them this
morning Everybody in camp wants
nails--or glass"
They reached the store and she
lifted the peg from the hasp-few
persons in Sapphire lake even both
cred to close their doors. Then
pushing the door open, she walked
within the store, suddenly to gasp
and to hurry around the end of the
rough counter.
The crudely built money drawer
stood open. The girl wavered. star
ing at it. her hands half-raised, her
law sagging. Then she said, in q
uueerly dulled voice:
Somebody's been in the storel'
ssHad you left your money here?'
Hammond asked sharply.
"Yes-all of it. I-I-thought-
nobody ever bothers to lock up
Hammond stared about him. Il
seemed inconceivable that crime
should have entered this far-away
place; Sergeant Terry's main Worl
was growing q garden. Beside him
Jeanne Towers continued to stare
blankly; it was as If they sought ar
explanation of the impossible, the
supernatural
'tBut who would want to steal ms
money!" she asked dazedly. They
took everything; the bills, and my
nuggets and bottle of golddust-
Hammond did not answer. The
door had begun to swing shut; thu
faint breeze therefrom was suff1
Gent to lift bit of paper, hitherto
unnoticed, and whisk it to the fioor
Jack moved for it, but the girl, will
swift intuition, sped before him. Sht
grasped it, turning it in her hand
Then, with spasmodic movement
she crumpled it In tigntl.
clenched fist.
'eIts-nothing," she said. he
face was bloodless.
A strange madness overpowereS
Hammond. He did not know VIII.
he insisted: he only realized tina
his face was hot and his veln'
pounding.
Give me that paper" he sait
thinly. There was something terri
Bile about his eyes. Slowly the cir
passed it over to him. His hand
shook as he unfolded it, revealing
its curt message.
lou.
Lew"
II thought So said Hammond
and turned for the door Jeann
moved desperately, catching hin
by the arm.
Jack! Watt Waltz"
"Why waltz" he asked. I'm &c
ing after Sergeant Terry"
But she blocked him, frantic, bot
hands against his chest.
sOh, don't!" she gasped. pleas
don't--please don't!"
Jack Hammond could not believ
her.
You're not going to let Lee
Shade get away with robbery
II don't see anything else to do,
Jeanne answered hopelessly.
But" vaguely Jack realize
that he was discussing a situate
of which he really knew nothing
.You can't do that. He stole yol
money!"
The girl sank against the counte
81 simply can't 60 to the polio
0,,acc fhatfq why he left tn.