Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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Every Tuesday I "THE TEXAS RANGER." I 7 (Continued from page 10.) I Helen's gang at bay while the other concentrated their attack on the front ol: the ranchhouse. " You hold 'em here," he said, " and I'll take care of that Ranger." He had received a slight flesh wound in his shoulder, but he was determined at all costs to settle accounts with Jim. He made for the back door of the building, and, stealing close to it, shot away the lock and the bolts. Jim heard, divined what was happen- ing, and thrust Helen behind an open door between two lOoms, then rushed to thd back door; and as Taylor kicked it open he fired point-blank at the outlaw's heart. But his last cartridge had been used, and the trigger pulled on an empty chamber. He flung the useless weapon at Taylor's head. Taylor dodged, but he did not succeed in dodging the terrific blow Jim aimed at him with his fist, and he went down with a crash on the concrete floor ot the kitchen. Dawn hud begun to break some little time before, and now daylight was uipidly increasing in strength. From the farmyard came the mingled din of shouts and shooting. Matt Taylor raised himself painfully on uii elbow and glared (li^fiantly up at Jim. Ho reached fur- tively for the gun which had been knocked from his hand, but Jim, with a dexterous kick, sent it spinning across the floor. "Come on!" he shouted, jerking his enemy to his feet. "If you've got any fight left in you, fight!" With the snarl of a wild animal, Taylor hurled himself forward, clutching at Jim's throat, but Jim tore away the muiderous hands, and, with a sudden clfdrt, lifted Taylor ujj bodily and sent him somci'saultiiig over a table. The table went down on its side with him, but he crawled from beneath it, and, battered, dishevelled, and nearly epent, he made once more for liia opixjnent. But Jim's left fist came up with a terrific swing, caught Taylor under the chin, and sent him ck'an out thiough an open doorway iiilo the passage, where he fell in a crumpled heap. Silence followed—a silence that sent Jim running fearfully into the living- room. Helen fiad sunk in o an easy- chair, her face very white, her right haml holding her lett forearm, where a patch of crimson stained a grey sleeve. "I'm—all right," .she faltered with a wan smile. "It was the last shot—the Rangers are here!" Jim flew to a window and looked out. The sudden silence was explained! A score of Rangers had arrived, and such of Taylor's men as had escaped crippling wounds were riding.for dear life in all dii'ections acioss the plains. Bfim Lanning had not ridden all the Wily to Sterhng City, or even half the way. He had encountered Captain Edwards and a party of his men only a few miles beyond Bcllington on their way to that unimportant little town because no word had come from Ranger Jim Logan, and no news could be gleaned of him in the neighbourhood by a man who had been detailed to find out what had become of him. Jim was bandaging Helen's arm when Captain Edwards himself entered the ranchhouse by the open hack door, in company with Highpoekets and othoi-s. He looked round the wrecked kitchen. BOY'S CINEMA "Where's Jim Logan?" he shouted. Jim appeared from the passage, push- ing before him by his coat-collar the dazed and damaged Taylor. "Here I am, captain," he said cheer- fully. "And I arrest Matt Taylor for the murder of Ed Lanning—not to mention a few other things!" "Why, but, Jim, I thought that—er " began the captain in surprise. " So that's the way of it ?" howled Highpoekets delightedly. "Well, when I got that message " "I'll See you later, captain," inter- rupted Jim, and, without any regard whatever for official etiquette, he ran back to the living-room. Helen had just risen to her feet, but she was lifted clean off them as he took her in his arms. "The captain," he fibbed, "has told me to hold you as a material witness." "He didn t tell you to hold me this way, did he?" inquired Helen with a radiant smile. (By permission of United Artists Cor- poration, Ltd., and Columbia Pictures, starring Buck Jones, Carmelita Geraghty, Harry Woods, and Nelson McDowell.) FOUR SPLENDID FILM NOVELS. 27 Fate forced her to embrace the man she hated. Life's bitter lesson—the tinsel and the gold. A tale of love and infatuation, starring Gloria Swansoa and Ben Lyon. "THE HOT HEIRESS." An engineer drops a rivet through the window of a wealthy young woman, and; becomes involved in a romantic tangle. Starring Ben Lyon and Ona Hunson. " AS YOUNG AS YOU FEEL." For twenty years Lemuel had been a crank and faddist, but when he met Fleurette his rejuvena- tion started. Starring Will Rogers and Fifi Dorsay. " FIFTY MILLION FRENCHMEN." A young millionaire is accused of winning all bis girl friends with his money and to disprove this wagers a big sum he will woo and wed a girl within two weeks and without a cent in bis pocket. Starring William Gaxton and Claudia Dell. Complete in this week's issue of our companion paper, "SCREEN STORIES." ON SALE WEDNESDAY. PRICE 2d. *^^-K^- { "Creeping Shadows." \ (Continued from page 25.) } gencies—^Briun is a desperate man. If my theory is right we shall find " Even as ho spoke there came from behind the panelling the sound of shoot- ing; then the scream of a. man in mortal agony. The Limping Man, DISHER waited just long enough for Cable and three plain-clothes men to join him before pressing the secret spring. The bookcase swung back and they piled down some stone stairs into a cellar. The pale light from an iron grating in the stone wall showed a strange scene. "Seize that man!" shouted tlie crime investigator, pointing to a figure in the shadows. The police hurled themselves for- ward, and Cable managed to grab away a big gun. A brief struggle and they had secured a prisoner. '' "You've got me proper." The man's voice was hoarse with a gloating triumph. He spoke with a nasal twang. " But I got that skunk, though I nearly croaked the wrong 'un." Disher spied a bound figure lying helplessly on the floor. The links were slowly forming aiul joining together. Down the stone stairs came Sir Edwin and Gloria. They ran to the bound man and began to untio his bonds, (iloria stared down at Brian ^-ith anxious eyes, then gave a scream ' a,s she saw a huddled figure against the wall. She could see a white face—therp were two Brians. -; "That's the Squealer," muttered the prisoner. "That cove on the floor is the guy I nearly croaked." "You're the limping man," accused Disher. "What of it?" was the scornful answer. "Chicago .loo and I .sworo vengeance. He got Joe—but I got him. The Squealer won't do any n)ore whining." Sir Edwin and Disher helped the real Brian to his feet. "I was in the study when fingprs gripped me by the throat and I was dragged down here. We fought, but lie stunned me with a stone." Brian fingei-ed a bruise on his forehead. " He must have taken m.v clothes ;'rid imper- sonated me. This man and his pal, Chicago Joe. know lijm as the Squealer —1 know him as someone else. The.y trailed iiim here, and your prisoner "—■ lie pointed to the captive—"must have found the secret entranro in the old oak. I was lying hero helpless when a light was flashed in my face, and " "And I'd a-croaked you. if yer double hadn't showed up on those stairs." in- terrupted the limping ni.iii. "Then I knew which was which—knew you wasn't the .'>qupalor. Guess he won't try and more of his dirty tricks." He laughed. "I got him through his black heart." Gloria had her arms round Brian Nash. "Darling. I'm so glad you're safe!" Siie sluiddered as she glanced towards the still figure, which I wo men were gently raising. " Who is that man, Brian? He's so like you." ".And who is the limping man?" de- manded Disher. "Guess we'll get out of this gloomy place back to the study, and clear up these mysteries for good !" (By permission of Wardour Films, Ltd., starring Franklin Dyall. Marcjot Gra- hame, and Lester Matthews.) September IMIi, 1931,