The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-12-23

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 Her parachute's open, she's safei" Wesley shouted fraptically at the two officers in the autogiro plane. 'T-thank God!"
 "Use your riflel" the pilot yelled. "Aim at the front of the cabin, the controlsl"
 But Of1cer Starr was already aiming, and he began firing with lneticulous care. Crackl Crack! They just had to stop that mono plane now before it could outdis- tance the government ship!
 He's hit!" the pilot yelled. Hes got to landl"
 There was no open field, no cleared spot. Obviously Girardeau was striving desperately. He did guide the crippled monoplane over huge bou1ders then all at once it struck the earth, bounced twice and finally halted tail up against thick yucca growths. The autogiro was settling right near it.
 Girardeau jumped from his plane and started running. The moment the autogiro touched earth Wesley York leaped out III pursuit, carrying Officer Stars gun.
 "HALT!" Wesley yelled.
 Girardeau shot back twice, ran on. The chase continued half mile each man dodging cacti, grease wood, rocks. All at once Wesley saw they had been running at an angle toward the spot where Ronnie land- ed, saw her unstrapping her chute to be free. She saw them then and began shouting.
 Girardeau stopped abruptly be- hind rock and shot back again and again, and Wes in turn dropped prone to resume shooting. He saw Girardeau's head go out of sight, and so he quickly sprang up and ran again. When Girar- deaus head next showed, only g few feet separated them.
 He himself couldn't have said what strange fury drove him, but Wes was on the fleeing man with a peculiar exultation. Both guns had been emptied. Wes literally dived at Girardeau in the last few feet to make a flying tackle such as any man who has played foot ball knows.
 They fought there furiously. Ronnie came running toward them fast
 Girardeau suddenly gained his feet but Wesley strengthened up- ward, swinging under Girardeau's guard. Splack! The mans head snapped back; he fell limp. In 60 seconds more Wesley had Girar- deau's hands tied with his own necktie.
 ''Wesley!" Bonnie Bailey was shouting nearby now. "Oh-h, West"
 The officers had found Lona Mon- toya dazed but not critically hurt, even though in the landing she had fared worse than Girardeau. MT. Starr gave first aid. The Border Pa- trol pilot took to the air and when he saw that Girardeau was safely captured Wesley and Ronnie waving to him-he flew back a few miles, landed for a moment and promptly took of again for his re- turn.
 It was marvellous how he could set the autogiro down and lift it from small places. When he came to the crashed monoplane this time all the others had gathered there waiting, and he left the government ship carrying ng-surprisingly Gir- Rrdeau's Indian drum.
 Still painting, Wes York stepped forward. He tore off the padding around the drum, then with pocket knife cut the rawhide head and took out the parcel concealed with in 1t.
 "You had the right hunch, Dr. York" Officer Starr said, calmly. That's the bomb sight"
 The others Bonnie especially just looked on, enthralled. Lona and Girardeau had been handcuffed now.
 "The U. s. Secret Service owes you a new hat, Dr. York;" Starr went on. You've lost yours. And there may be some points you and Miss Ronica want cleared up, eh?"
 "Y-yes!" Ronnie could barely CYIKICLIJMC nDnIID