The Wilmington morning star., 1940-05-19
Q SERIAL STORY
ROMANCE AHEAD
DANGER
BY TOM HoRNER sea sesT :.ax'eI ! re:
CAST OF


CAST OF CHARACTERS
MONNIE MILES-her mania for
fast driving almost wrecked her
romance.
LARRY COLLINS - newspaper
reporter, hunting the murders OF
his brother.
MIKE BENTLEY - wealthy
rancher, knew too much about an.
to accidents.
YESTERDAY: Larry's car is
found abandoned but unchanged.
He talks to Colonel Harris, gets the
details of the smugglers' oper.
ations. Larry, driving around town,
is almost run down by . speeding
car, when he crashes a stop sign.
Only the expert driving of the 9th
er motorist avoids an accident.
Larry discovers the driver is a
girl, Monnie Miles, daughter of Col.
Taylor Miles. And it was on the
Miles ranch that Hugh was killed!
CHAPTER III
It took Larry half an hour to buy
a pair of cowboy work boots, two
pairs of "levis," a few blue shirts
and a $25 sombrero. When he
checked out of his hotel, he had
lost all resemblance to the Larry
Collins who worked for Steve
Clark, the Larry Collins whose by.
line vas familiar to a hundred
thousand readers. He was a COW
hand His clothes looked too new
but a few minutes scuffing along
the highway, and crawling under
the car would take care of that.
He remembered to buy Texas
license plates for his car. Not
many cowhands come from New
York.
Larry pointed his car northward,
picked up his highway marker and
drove steadily. The picture of the
girl, furiously angry, would not be
dispelled. What a temper! Mon.
ME. Monica Maria Christina.
Must be part Spanish. That &C.
counted for some of the temper.
And the black hair and flashing
eyes.
II think you're swell, Monnie, >
he announced to the world in gen.
eral. Even if you don't think SO
much of my driving. And if your
Dad will give me a job, you'll be
seeing Larry Collins every d a y,
Monnie darling!"
Colonel Taylor Miles was mad.
He stomped up and down the porch
Of the ranchhouse, punctuated ev.
cry step with a few choice words
that r found neither in diction.
airy nor Bible. AS a "cusser'' the
Colonel was without equal. With
the Colonel, swearing was an art.
Right now the Colonel was dis.
playing his ability, with undimin-
ishing fervor, for the benefit OF
two sheepish-looking cowhands,
who stood a few PAGES away from
the porch.
And you call yourselves COW.
hards!" the Colonel was shouting.
'Rodeo cowboys! You may know
how to rope, but by the seven-foot
horns Of old Alamo, that's no ex-
cuse for breaking the necks of halt
my calves and rope-burning most
Of my cows.
you've got your money - Get
your stuff and get out! One of the
boys will take you to town. Get out
of my sight, you-you-" He
stormed off down to the corrals tc
see how his foreman, Pete Barnes,
was going to get along with two
less hands.
1t was there that Larry found
the Colonel an hour later. Larry
had read the sign when he met
the Hayhook truck, heading + I
town, a few miles from the ranch.
Three cowhands, warbags and a
saddle. There'd be at least one job
open on the Miles place, Larry
was sure.
Larry looked for Monnie as he
parked near the clubhouse, but
there was no evidence of her nor
Of her car. A houseboy answered
his knock and told him he'd find
the Colonel at the corral. Hell
be cussin'," the boy added.
The Colonel was cussing. Larry
heard him a hundred yards away,
telling Pete Barnes in no uncertain
terms how the cowpunchin' bust.
ness had gone to the devil, along
with the profits. The Co1one
warmed to his subject, and was
branching off into politics, when
Larry interrupted.
Colonel Miles I'm looking
for a job. Top cowhand."
Can you roper" the Colonel
roared back at him.
"Nope. At least, not very WE'LL
Larry knew he had to tell the
truth. It had been years since he'd
ever been on a horse.
"Bulldog-wrassle steers?"
Nope"
Ever been in a rodeo?"
Nope"
You're hired. Thirty and keep
Pete, here, will tell you anything
you need to know. 49,. That your
carr"
Larry nodded.
paid for?"