Carbon County news., 1937-06-18


Phil and Harold, both full!
: aroused, questioned him eagerly.
! Here's picture of the kid. M
one saw the mans face but HI
wore a tan suit coat, a pair o1
them fool Californy pants, and 8
light cap. l figure maybe heI
head for the mountains. He coulC
hide there for weeks if he was
smart. City man couldn't do it.
The girl was approximately
seven, with short blond curls and
a merry expression. Harold and
Phil took a good look at the photo
and handed it back.
What do you think of it, Har-
DID," asked Phil climbing into the
car.
"He's right, Phil. If the kid
napper knew the mountains, he
could hide until the excitement
died down a little. Looks like he
might figure the save way-head-
ing towards this part of the coun-
try"
They smoked silently. "Well
let's get going" Harold said final
ly. eve want to make camp be-
fore dark"
Later that night seated by the
campfire, Phil puffed his pipe
meditatively. "Good thing Ann
isn't coming if there's any chance
of the kidnaper being around
here"
you're right, Phil. 1 wouldn't
want anything to happen to Ann"
agreed Harold, smothering the
fire for the night. "Turn in and
forget it, Phil. We want to make
an early start tomorrow" They
rolled up in their blankets and
soon were sleeping dreamlessly.
The week passed pleasurably, if
not adventurously-cooking little,
fising and hiking much; on the go
from dawn to dusk. Theirs was
the easy companionship which did
not feel constrained to speak mere
ly to keep up conversation.
Phil was thinking of this as he
fished. "You and Ann are a lot
alike Harold. I can be quiet in her
company and in yours and not feel
I'm being rude"
"Take it easy! You trying to
see if your lunch will make the
fish bite?" asked Harold laugh
ingly.
Phil caught the package in
time and laughed with him. ''That's
an idea at any rate. They seem
to be rather choosey today. Guess
we diet until we get back to camp"
"Looks that way. The party
we passed this morning must have
caught them all"
''Or maybe told them we were
coming" finished Phil. AS usual,
they had brought only a couple of
bacon and bean sandwiches apiece
trusting their luck to catch
enough fish to fill in.
"Well, it's the first time" con-
soIed Harold. "Luck can't last
forever and we'll be in camp in
three or four hours"
Phil groaned in mock dispair.
"Let's be on our way, comrade,
else I perish!"
Harold grinned. "I should think |
you would be sick of fish at the
rate you've been eating them all
week."
"Base SANDER" retorted Phil
lightly. "You've never lived where
all the fish you could get were at
a restaurant or a shop around the
corner. Where to tomorrow"
"Beartooth Lake if it's all right |
with you. I thought we could loaf
around for the rest of the trip and
Beartooth has a good camping
place."
"You can loaf if you wish but
Pm aiming to climb the
butte. Quite an achievement from
the looks of it."
"Not for me! When I take a
climb like that, it will be for more
than to see if I really can do it.
I had my fill last year. Better
take rest tomorrow-youl need
it."
''I'll take your advise this time.
Day after tomorrow it is"
Next evening found them by a
campfire near the shore Of the
lake. Both were silent, listening |
to the strumming of the guitar
from the camp beyond theirs. AS
the playing ceased, Harold faced
toward the lake. The moon shone |
and the butte stood out |
as plain as in daylight. "You |
want to aim for the right end of |
it, Phil. That's the only place /
know Of that it can be climbed.
1t looks like one straight slope |
to the foot Of the butte. It isn't. |
You'll climb almost a dozen hills
before you get there. It's mighty |
discouraging to climb one only to
go down and climb up all over
again. When you start up the J
butte itself, you'll find it's all slide |
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