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CATTEREP THROUGHOUTAMERICA'S WEST, THERE

ARE MANY GHOST TOWNS*WHERE PEOPLE ONCE LIVEDANP WORKED, THE WIMP NOWSI6HS THROUGH LONELY ANPPESERTED RELICS OF THE PAST.'RIPE WITH FAMED MONTE HALEAS HE DISCOVERS SUCH AGHOST TOWN... ANP SHAREHI3 ASTONISHMENT AS HEMEETS UP WITH GHOSTSABLE TO HANDLE SIX-GUNS ,

ANP SET OFF DYNAMITEBLASTS//

ilDING THROUGH THE NEVADADESERT, AS NIGHT FALLS, WE

MEET AN OLD FRIEND.-..MONTE HALE .'

/SuT, AS MONTE RIDES DOWNlmm THE MAIN STREET....

WHY--THE HOUSES ARE EMPTY.^,NO KIDS .'NO HORSES.' NOSMOKE IN THE CHIMN6Y6.'THIS IS A—A GHOSTTOWN /THERE'S NOTA SOUL IN VT.'-r^gf'

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STRAN6E.-B6IN' ALL ALONBLIKE THIS. WHERE SO MANYPOLKS MUST HAVE LIVED.•LIT IT'S GETTINO PARK...

fur, AS MONTI COOKS HIM-SELF A MEAL IN THE

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THEN TROUBLE STARTED. HOUSES BECAMEHAUNTE9.' FOLKS WERE MYSTERIOUSLYKILLED ' FIRES BEGAN WITHOUT REASONS/TH' TOWN WAS TOO DANGEROUS TUH -

LIVE IN. ONE BY ONE, FAMILIESBEGAN TUH MOVE OUT'

SOME TRIED TUH STICK IT OUT-.) I SEEBUT IT GOT WUSS. FINALLY, _X BUT WHATEV'RYONE LEFT, AND -^r^ ABOUT YOU-SIERRA BECAME Y AND THE SANGA GHOST TOWN J^^^ YOU SPOKE

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ME ?MY NAME'S S0URDOU6-HSIMMS/ I'M A PROSPECTOR-LIVED AROUND HYAR FERNIGH ONTUH FORTY YEARS.WHEN TH' REST CLEAREDOUT, I FIGGERED I'P STAYTUH SEE WHATCAUSED TH'TROUBLE.

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HIS PACE .'

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I WAS RIDING THROUGH.WHEN THE TRESTLEEXPLODED. YOU SEE WHAT^HAPPENED. I TRIED TORESCUE THE MEN IN THECAB... BUT I COULDN'T.'LUCKY I WAS ONLY

STUNNED....,

EXPLODED, EH?VUH MEAN-WUZ. DYNAMITED/SOUNDSSHORE SUSPICIOUS.WHUT*SYORE NAME, STRANGER...AND WHUT ARE YUHPOIN> AROUNDHYAR ? J MY

HANDLE'SMONTE HALE

AND I WAS RAMBLIN'BY TO MEET UP

'*< ^KN^ WITH AN OLD§ \ 1!\ C FRIEND —

I'M J. B. BENSON .OWNER OFTHIS RAILROAD WE'RE PUTTINTHROUGH HYAR. AND THISIS TOM COYLE, MUHCONSTRUCTIONFOREMAN.

I'M GLAD TOMEET YOUGENTS.' BUT

TELL ME - HOWCOME THE

EXPLOSION ?WHAT'S IT ALLABOUT ?

WE'VE BEEN HAVIN' TROUBLERIGHT ALONG, WITH A TOUGHGANG WHO'VE BEEN TRYIN'

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ANP THE WOKKCONTINUED— UT THE OPPOSITION HAS NOT QIVEN UP VET.'

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\mS BENSON'S MEN SWIFTLY SCRAMBLEOFF THE TRACKS

LUCKV I'VE GOT THIS COWCATCHERUP FRONT. IT WON'T KILL THE THUGS^

MOW'D WE MAKEOUT, MR. BENSON «,

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AND WHEN I GOT HEREI FOUND OUT HE WASRIGHT.'THE FOREMANWAS THE ONLY ONEWHO KNEW ALL YOURPLANS .AND COULDGET HIS HANDS ONYOUR DYNAMITE —SO HE HAP TO &ETHE ClNSLEAPER.''

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.- ITH A ftQPE ABOUND MIS NECK, AND AN ANGRY MOB HOWLING FOR HIS LIFE, MONTS HALEWOULDN'T HAVE GIVEN A PLUGGED NICKEL FOR HIS CHANCES .' THEN ALONQ CAME SHERIFFFLINT DALY. ..TO RELEASE MONTE AND TO PLUNGE HIM HEADLONG INTO ONE OF THESTRANGEST ADVENTURES OF HIS LIFE. OUR STORV BEGINS IN THE LITTLE CATTLE TOWN OF

CACTUS FLATS

THERE.' SLAPHIS HOSS'SRUMP ANDLET HIMDANGLE .'

USTAKEN FOR A HATED OUTLAW,MONTE HALE IS ON THE VERGEOF BEING HUNG BY A MOB/

HOW CAN HE ESCAPE ?

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Dnsteap op RIDING OUT OF TOWN, MONTEGALLOPS UP THE STREET.

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THAT SETTLES EVERYTHING.'NOW I MOPE I CAN RIDE -~-^

OUT OF TOWN WITHOUT JHYOU GENTS TRYING- _ STO HANS ME -

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"THE RAIDERS"A "Son Of The Chief" Story

By RICHARD KRAUS

GRA Y EAGLE, Chief of the Otapi tribe,

rose slowly before the council fire. Helooked about at his assembled elders, the

wise men and proven warriors of the Otapi.

...As the flames roared high, Gray Eaglespoke."Today," he said, "I received a message

from Captain Baker, at Fort Graham.Another white settlement has been attack-

ed, by warriors who wore the feathers of

the Otapi.'"

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"I told the messenger to tell Captain

Baker," he went on, "that none of our

young warriors have been on the war path.

I assured the white commander that it

must have been another tribe—seeking to

put us in disrepute with the Great WhiteFather. But this will not satisfy him. Toomany of his people have been slain androbbed. He will demand punishment."The circle of elders sat there, cross-leg'

ged, their faces impassive.

"Let us speak of this," said Gray Eagle.

GRAY HAWK. SON OF THE CHIEF,crawled slowly away from the bushes

that surrounded the council fire. Whenhe was a safe distance away, he rose andran through the underbrush. Down throughthe shrub pine, he sped, until he came to alarge boulder. There he stood, and fromhis mouth came the quavering cry of thehoot owl.

Immediately, from the surrounding for-

est, came his friends. They were the youngIndian boys of the tribe—Swift Deef, Lit-

tle Fox, Long Lance and Red Squirrel.

"What are the elders talking about?"asked Little Fox.

"It is very important," said Gray Hawk."My father told them that the white set-

tlements have again been attacked by war-riors wearing the dress of our tribe. Cap-tain Barker will demand punishment this

time, he is certain!"

"The dress ... of our . . . tribe . . ." re-

peated Long Lance slowly. "But who could

this have been? Our nation has lived at

peace with the white man, since he settled

the valley land !"

"Always we have been friendly," cried

Little Fox. "How does this happen, then?"Cray Hawk's slim brown hand slowly

I

moved over the razor-edged tomahawk that

hung at his waist.

"This I do not know," he admitted.Then his keen dark eyes examined each

of his friends— and his voice was tensewith excitement. "But—but maybe we canfind out. There is a shipment of rifles andfarm equipment that has just come into the

farm settlement below us," he said. "Thewagons came along the trail today. Maybe—maybe the same warriors who have at-

tacked in the past, will raid tonight, beforethe goods are sold and scattered!"

As one, the other Indian boys moved• closer, their faces alight with excitement.

Here would be a chance to aid the tribe . . .

to prove their own manhood!"How can we help?" asked husky Swift

Peer.Gray Hawk's finger traced a crude dia-

gram in the dirt of the hillside. It wasnight, but the moon gave enough light to

make the drawing clear.

"The raiders," he said, "will strike onlyfrom the hills. They must come throughone of three places. If we keep watch . . .

here ... on Lonely Man Mountain, we will

be able to see them if they ride down! Thenwe can send messengers . .

."

IT WAS LATE in the night, and the

moon of harvest hung high—a great yel-

low melon in the heavens. Crouching on a

ridge of Lonely Man Mountain, the Indian

youths waited. They were patient—as

their fathers had taught them to be. But,

after a time. Little Fox" spoke up.

"Maybe." he said, "they will not comedown this way from the hills. Maybe, theywill not come at all . .

."

"Then we will have lost nothing," GrayHawk said. Suddenly he raised his hand.

There was something in the air . . . somesound. He strained his keen ears. "There!Do you hear it? The creaking of saddle

leather . . . the slipping of hooves along

the shale."

His finger shot out. and he pointed at a

gray smudge in the night. "Down there,"

he husked. "It is a file of horsemen . . .

riding down toward the white settlement..

Swift Deer!" He clutched his friends

shoulder. "Take your pony and ride as the

wind. Go to Captain Baker at Fort Gra-

ham. Tell him what we- have seen—and

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urge him tahurry, with his «n«n."

Even as his friend vanished into the

night, the son of the Chief turned to the

others.

"But we cannot wait for the white sol-

diers to arrive," he said. "We must hasten

to warn the settlers below. The raiders

will come down slowly, so as to warn noone. If we run across the ridge and downthrough the ravine . . . we can get there

before them!"Speedily, they lunged forward, racing

down the steep hillside. Moccasined feet

clutching at rocks and logs, they ransoundlessly as the wild animals of theforest.

Coming out onto the valley floor, theyloped easily down the wagon trail, until

they came to the dark, waiting village.

There was no light in any of the windows

;

no one seemed to be awake! Then Little

Fox hissed—"There they come!"The raiders were riding Indian ponies-

yes, and they wore the dress of the Otapitribe. But Gray Hawk's keen eyes did notrecognize any of them . . . nor did he knowtheir horses. Undoubtedly, they werestrangers, imposters. Slowly, the son of theChief raised his hand!From his lips came a signal the other

boys knew well . . . the cry of the hoot owl.Down the street, and from overhangingroofs came the replies—the faint raspingsound of the cricket, the distant, mutedcoyote's howl.Then—as one—the Indian boys struck

!

Their arrows flashed toward the line ofsilently riding figures. They reachedtheir marks—and cries of surprise and painrose from the raiders. Even as his fingersreleased the bowstring, Gray Hawk wason his feet, flourishing his tomahawk!"Shoot again," he cried. "Fill them with

arrows! Do not let them recover. Drivethem away!"Cursing and shouting, the raiders rein-

ed back their startled horses and doubledback on their tracks. Lashing the poniesfuriously, they were soon at the outskirtsof town. A flurry of sharp-tipped shaftsfollowed them, speeding their flight.

"THEY WILL BE BACK," Gray Hawkhissed to his friends. They have come this

far . . . and they will not give up easily-We have but wounded a few."The Chief's son was right.

Down the road they came again . . . themysterious raiders, who had spoken, whenambushed, not in Otapi, but in the whiteman"* talk. But this time they came, noteasy targets on horseback, but on foot.Each moved by himself, taking full advant-age of the shadows. This time, when the

bowstrings twanged, the rifles barkedswift reply. So elusive, however, were the

Otapi boys in the night, that none of themissiles of death found them. They wereforced however, to retreat slowly downthe street.

Closer and closer the raiders came to the

storehouse where the valuable supplies

had been stored. With a sinking heart.

Gray Hawk realized that his friends couldnot withstand the well-armed and wilyraiders. All they had done was delay themfor a while.

Then—suddenly—he heard a rattling

sound from the end of town. It was hoof-beats, growing and swelling in the night!With a thrill of exultation Gray Hawkrecognized the men who were gallopingdown the main street. They wore the blueuniforms and the glinting metal accoutre-ments of U. S. Army troopers . . . and theyhad been brought by Swift Deer.The Chief's son sprang to his feet-

shouting loudly!"They are lurking along the side of the

street, soldiers! They are without theirhorses. Find them! Slay them!"

All about him the tide of battle rose, as

the Federal troopers' rifles volleyedagainst the crouching raiders. Desperately,the outlaws sought to escape. But, on foot,

they had no chance. One by one, they werecaptured and tied together.

*S THE LAST OF the raiders wer«^^ brought in, Captain Baker, commanderof the white troops, dismounted from hisgreat horse. He stood beneath a flaming,guttering torch, and looked down at GrayHawk. His face worked into a smile.

"Swift Deer tells me." he said, "that youare the chief of the boys—that you organ-ized this little ambush. Is that right?"Gray Hawk inclined his head."Do you know what you've done?" th«

Federal officer asked. "We've found outthat these mysterious raiders were really

white outlaws, masquerading as Otapi andhiding in the hills to avoid suspicion. Byhelping us catch them, you've performeda great service to your people. You'vehelped to save themirom severe and unfairpunishment."He paused, as the boy made no reply.

Then, placing his hand kindly on GrayHawk's shoulder, he asked, "Would youlike me to say something to your father?"For the first time, Gray Hawk spoke."Yes." he said slowly. "Tell him—tet!

him I have five new warriors to join hiscouncil circle. They are worthy . . . lorthey have proved themselves in battle

!"

THE END

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