Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

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BOY'S CINEMA Every Tuesday A constable in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police is assigned the task of capturing a dangerous gang of smugglers. He assumes the role of a criminal and is thrown into {>rison with a youngster who is know^n to be in league with the gang. They make a gaol break, 'which leads to many exciting adventures. Starring George O'Brien Recalled to Duty Cf)X STABLE O'MALLEY was in liigii spirits as he donned his cloanost and sniaitost unit'orni. All ilio other men in this lonely detach- ment of the Roj-al Canadian JMountod rolicc gazed enviously at him. ■' You giivs have got no reason to be sore," h6 shouted at theui as he brushed (lis hair. " Tvvo years ago I bad a fort- ))ight'* lea^it', and what haiTpened ? 1 got as far as Montreal, went to bod, as I was worn out with travelling, and Avas woken next morning with a jiiessage that 1 was to retinn at once. ] wont; straight oK on a inan-hunt that took mo up into the hozen wastes, and when I got back thi'eo months later, Imping to get my leave, I found a lot (jt you nuigs- had gone sick and I (•onldn't be spared." " You don't have such a bad time, O'Malloy," laughed a friend. The big, happy nuni grimicd. " AJaybc I do make the best of life, l)i!t there comes a time when you get kinda tirod of seeing so much of nature, when you w-ant to bury ypur.self in the gaiety, of a city, .so you can come back and say 'How beautiful! Why did .1 ever want to go on leave?' Well, that's how I am at the moment." "If your theory's correct you won't \\ant all your leave. A week of the city and you'll be yelling to got back to the f-reat open spaces." O'Mallcy grinned at the .speaker. "No, it'll lake me a good month to U<'t to that condition." He winked. "In fact, 1 wouldn't say 'No' to two n;Oiitlis fo as to make the cni'e com- plete. I hope you boys have nice weather and a lot to do while I'm away --maybe I'll send you a wire telling you how I'm iinting the city." January 9tli, 1937. O'Malley straightened his belt, pushed the lanjard to his revolver to a correct lino, patted his tunic, and tilted his Stetson to an angle. "How do I look?" "Beautiful,'' simpered one of the men. "You big cissy." "Don't lose your heart to any of the girls!" cried another constable. "Heart whole." O'Malley touched his chest. "Nothing like that about mo." O'Malley saluted his companions and laughed boisterously. "So-long, pals!" he cried. Outside the lonely post was the buggy that was taking him and his kit to the nearest railhead. He noticed another buggy with a constable standing by the horses' head's. "The Coinnn'ssioner's here." A sergeant noticed O'lMalley's glance. "The old boy seemed pretty gruff. Take my tip, O'Malley, and go while the going's good." "What d'you mean by that, sergeant?" "It the Commissioner drives out at this tim3 of the morning a matter of twenty miles, you can bet it ain't only for a joy-ride," was the sergeant's saicastic answer. "I bet it's troublo with a capital T, and you got going before all leave is cancelled." "Thanks, sergeant, for the tip." O'Malley leaped into the buggy seat. "So long, boys!" The young constable had picked up the reins and was about to crack the whip when an orderly pushed tlirough the small groujj. "O'Malley!" ho shouted. _ "The captain wants to speak to you." "I said good-bj-e to him last night," was the answer. "He wants to see you," the orderly answered. "^I was told to stop you." "What did I say?" said the sergeant, as O'Malley jumpoci down from the buggy. "For two years I haven't had^^a leave, and the last leave wasn't a I'tave at all, in fact. It's three years since I had a vacation," O'Malley snapped. "I'm not being done out of this trip, believe me!" O'Malley strode along to Captain Herbert's office, knocked, and was summoned to enter. As he saluted ho noted the rather drawn expression on his captain's face and the hard lines on iluit of iho Conmiissioner's. Captain Herbert had been going through it. " Stand at ease, O'Malley," said the Commissioner. " I understand from Captain Herbeit you were about to go on leave?" "I had nea)ly gono, sir." "Sorry as I'anv to say it, O'Malley, I'm afraid it nuis»,V postponed." "But I hav2^ had leave for two years, sir," cri« the constable in alarm. "And last /lune I got as far aS ^Montreal and was recalled. It's three years since " '"O'Malley, J understand," the Commissioner snapped. "And only ex- ceptional circunistances cause Captain Ifcrbert and myself to take this step." "I've done my best, O'Malloy," inter- posed Captain Herbert, " as you deserve leave jnoic. than any man under my command." '•O'Malley, Captain Herbert reckons you're one of the smartest men that has served the force, and it's because of that reputation that I'm asking you to forgo your leave," the Commissioner .stated, and coughed aS if that disposed of the question. "I Xmderstand, O'Malley,