Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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II Every Tuesday **Any\va3'," said Crabb, growing a little more desperate in his desire to get flic bandit \vell into the sheriff's net. "The man witli the white sombrero was with Rascomb, because they both held >np up !" Tlio sheriff again did not reply. He was looking up towards the mountains with a thoughtful stare upon his face. "They'll have to stick up there—and the sun ain't too kind to them as has to cross the mountain. Slim—get some of the boys around the other side, and they'll stop any escape that way. Ill shoot 'cm out if necessary, but I reckon it would be better to let 'cm stay up there until thirst drives 'em down with their hands reachin' fer^the skies. Get going !" "O.K., sheriflf." "You come on back to the ranch with me. Crabb. I want to talk with Rankin." On the Mountain Top ! J FDD RASCOMB rode up the moun- tain side with anxiety beginning to tear at his heart. He had twenty thousand dollar.^ in his shirt and saddle bags—and those dollars had got to be taken over the top of the mountain, down the other side, and to the express office in Corral City if it was the lasr thing he ever did. But he knew that he was face to face with the most difficult task he had ever been set. If, as he now suspected more than ever, Crabb was in league with the ^^an in the White Sombrero, it was certain that the wholo range -would bo guarded by their men. - His greatest hope was that if he could get into a position from which he could shoot on either side of him witli- out being got at from the rear, Gila Rod, Tenderfoot and Sweetheart would come out hunting for him. They were reliable fellows, great gunmen, and even if they came against the bandits, thoy would get buck for the sheriff and his posse, return to the fight, and thus gvi at him. It was the white sombrero that played the greatest part in that mountain drama. Onee he had got to the mountain top. and had hidden his horse behind some sheltering boulders. .ludd slipped from the. saddle and had a good look rouiul. Below him, olustered into a little black, dot-like cluster, was a gang of men, amongst whom none was really prominent except a man with a white eonibriTO. Judd watciied them, his guns in his bands, a grim smile at the corners of ■his lips. • He moved a few inches, and poked his hat over the top of the boulder which was acting as his rear shield. A fraction of a second later a bulkt w.hist4e<l through the air, and up from the valley came the sound of the gun report. ■ The grim smile became more grim t'lian ever. Already the sun was begin- ning to .scorch his shoulders. His throat was getting dry, his lips becoming hard and like sandpaper to his tongue, and his eyes blurred by the fieiceaess of the glare. He watched the party on the plain below, and saw them scatter around the mountain, whilst a number of them spread themselves out at the foot of the inountain. Two of them mounted their horses and rode at ;i hand gallop across the desert, and disappeared in a cloud Of dust in the distance. That was a move .7udd could not understand. • "Might be going for rifles,'' ho mut- tered. " I can hold 'cm off so long as they keep to their guns, but rifles— 'udd, ijiv son, if they start up with BOY'S CINEMA Oar Grand New Annual Gripping Film Stories and Pictures l—IERE'S a topping gift book that will make a big hit with every boy—a world of ad- venture in pictures and stories— that's what you'll find in the BOY'S CINEMA ANNUAL, the splendid new film story book. Here you will find pages and pages of gripping film stories, numerous pictorial articles which tell you all about such interesting subjects as Film Making, Life Stories of Well- Known Film Stars, Filming Wild Animals, Sports and Pas- times, and the Big Pictures of the moment. There are also three beautiful coloured plates and sixteen plates of famous film stars. If you want a tip-top gift for yourself or for a friend—the BOY'S CINEMA ANNUAL is the very book to choose. BOYS CINEMA ANNUAL At all Newsagents ^^ / and Booksellers ^^J j *" net 19 rifles beforts Gila Red and the others get anxious and come out around here, you're for a bit of lead !"' It was in his mind in a flash that even if the rifles did not get him out of his little fortress, the sun was going to make things equally unpleasant. Ho reflected, grimly, that one thing ho would have to do was drive his horso down, for he was not going^to have the gallant beast suffering the agonies of thirst if ho could help it. For hours he laid up there amidst the sheltering boulders, now and again sending a warning shot whistling down into the valley to show that he was very much on the look-out. Once or twice a bullet spattered against the boulders in a manner that confirmed his suspicions that he was not the only one who was on the watch ! His throat was more than parched an hour before sundown. It was positively cracking, so dry was it. His head was aching, his hands were feeling swollen and burning with the exposure to tho glaring rays of tho sun—but the fingers around his triggers were steady enough. It was nature that beat him in tho long run. His spirit kept him going until he became so sleepy that the heavy lids dropped over his eyes and ho fell into a doze. For five minutes he lay as still as> though ho were part of" the massivo inountain top, his head below cover of a great boulder and between his out- stretched arms. 'J'hen there came an interruption ho did not sec. It was from .i man who crawled cautiously forward until he could reach out and silently draw a.wav ihc saddle-bags. ' Tlicy were pushed hack behind the newcomer, who then started the moie difficult task of getting his hand into Judd's shirt to remove tho envelopes containing the dollars. It was only the sliglites; toucb that his fingers made upon Judd's chest—but It brought Judd back to life with start- ling suddenness—an.: his two guns bear- ing upon the si ranger. "Leave those saddle-bags!" ha snapped out, but his eyes were dizzy from the glare of the sun. "Yru may have them, my friend," said tho stranger. "I have just peeped into ihem. "Vou have more money in your shirt." "And it is stopping there if I have to blow holes in you as big as dollars!" growled Judd. "That would do you no good, my friend. I am in just the 6ame pofcition as you. I'erhaps, if we get through here, you may be inclined to pass over a share of that money. Look !" He held his hand cautiously over the boulder, and a second later brought it back quickly as a bullet crashed against the boulder within an inch of it. "You see," he explained, with a smile. "I also am wanted." Judd nodded, and lowered hie guns again. "Those bandits have sure got us tied up here, stranger!" he said, and wonr derod what made him think th« stranger's smile was sarcastic. " Say, now that there are two of us, whafc about one keeping a watch and the other taking a bit of sleep?" "Suits me plenty!" agreed the other. The stranger had reason to be posi- tively grateful for that suggestion. He knew that the men who fired up at tliem at the slightest sign of a hand, foot or head were the sheriff's men—it would be quite useful to him to have Judd's watchful eyes on their possible ajipioach wl-.ilst he himself had a sleep. So, turn and tiiin about, they watched ceaselessly through the short night, grateful for the fact that there was no October ?rd. 1031.