Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

I Every Tuesday % "THE ADVENTURES OF REX AND RINTY" /, (Continued irora page 8) and townsmen alike who had developed an interest in polo. Perhaps the keenest player amongst the academy's list of patrons was Frank Bradley, a handsome young fellow in the twenties, with the physique of an athlete and the clean-cut features of a typical Anglo-Saxon. And early in the afternoon of that day on which Rex had taken to the hills, Frank Bradlej might have been seen at the edge of the polo ground talking to Mr. Bruce, owner of the establishment, and the tatter's attractive daughter, Dorothy. 1 hev were discussing the prospects of ttne which had been arranged for thai afternoon, and it was while they on tins subject that a man known as Jensen hove into sight. He was a stable-hand and souk tiling of a character, and, on perceiving him, Frank Bradley nodded genially. Then, suddenly noticing a dog which was trol- ling at Jensen's side, the young polo enthusiasi spoke in an appraising tone. "Say, that's a nice pal you've got with you," he remarked! "Where did you buj him, ■Jensen ?" The stable-hand grinned, and stooped to caress his four-footed companion ill. .Hi police dog with upright Mat -pc'llni i'erl ness and a pair of soft brown eyes which told of an affec tionate nature, though there was some- thing in (hem to suggest that it might go hard with anyone whom he had i ause to dislike. "I didn't buy ibis dog, Mr. Brad- ley,'' said Jensen. "lie's a stray. Wandered in here a coupla days ago, ! ve been feedin' him ever since. He seemed to take a likin' to me right from the start. I call him Rinty, and 1 think he's gettin' to know his nami already. Believe me. he has a lot more' than some human beings I know." The stable-hand passed on with his new-foand friend, and Frank Bradley forgot the dog which had been intro- duced to him as Rinty. Yet in le8S than half an hour the wolfhound was again brought to his notic<—this time during the polo match that had been led to take place. The fixture had hem. organised by Frank and Craw foul, who had each ed a team for the event, and it was while the firsl cbukker was in full swing that a canine form streaked un- expectedly on lo the held of play and raced straight for the ball. Crawford was galloping for that ball to strike at it with his mallei and send it towards the Bradley goal, but Rinty beat him to it, and provided a few minutes', diversion by haring round the pi tell W llll it. It was an incident thai thoroughly amused the majority of the players on both sides, Frank included. But, it did not amuse Crawford, whose face wore an ugly expression as he rode across to Jensen, after the latter had sine. in calling Rinty to the touch-line and forcing the dog to drop the ball from 11; -' 111.. 111 h . "What's thai cursed wolfhound doing here ?" the ran. her blazed. "I'm—I'm sorry, Mr. Crawford, sir,'' stable-hand faltered. "I—I was i ; ii' the game w ith him, an' never dreamed he'd rush on to Ihe field liko that. It won't—won't happen again, sir." ford eyed man and dog savagely. "You bet it won't,' he rasped. "Do you realise that cur probably robbed BOY'S CINEMA THRILLING Film Stories ENTHRALLING Articles FASCINATING Picture? IF you're keen on- the films, and like 'ens spiced with thrills and gripping adventure—here's your book ! BOY'S CINEMA ANNUAL is a boys' book that girls will like as well. This grand new issue contains no fewer than 160 pa packed with dozens of film features that will enter- tain you for ninny hours. There arc SEVEN It complete Film Stories oi mystery, adventure and the glorious West, enthralling " n e w sy " articles about Filmland and the Stars, and hun- dreds of marvellous photographs. Buy your copy today ! BOY'S CINEMA ANNUAL 0/ all Newsagents &■ Bool 36 27 me of a score? Now get. him out of here before I break his skull with this mallet I" Taking Rinty along with him, Jensen made himself - arce and the gamo was restarted. But, though it was played at high pressure, there was never any doubt as to which was the superior team, and Crawford and his colleagues'came off that field a, well- beaten side. From the pitch Crawford strode in the direction of the car park, to reach which he had to go round by the stable-, and it was as ho was turning a corner thai the dog known as Rintj scampi n I into view and dashed between his legs. Immediately after it came Jensen, who had been romping with the wolfhound, and it must have been the stable-band's unlucky day, tor he bumped full-tilt into the big rancher. Now Crawford was in a particularly unpleasant mood. In the first place he still brooding over the loss of the god horse Rex. Secondly, he was a bad sportsman and was rankling under the defeat thai had been inflicted on his team—a defeat for which Frank Bradley had been largely responsible as Number 3 man on the othei side. ■• (lonfound you !" Bhouted I gripping Jensen by the collar. "Why don't you look- w here you'i e go 1 le accom] ied the words with a blow of iiis list, and it was a blow that, was seen bj Rinty. En another moment the dog was lmiling himself upon the i.in. h. I- to defend the stable hand who had won his friendship, and as the ! le:i|,i to the attack those soft of his were no Ipnger mild in their expression, but burning with a primitive fury. Snarling, with fang ■ bared for act ion, he imisi ha\ e inflicted severe injui i. on Crawford it Jensen had not recovered himseli and intervened. As it was. (lie rancher experienced nothing more HIS than a pretty bad fright, which was succeeded by an outbursl of rage when he saw thai -fen en had obtained a secui e bold on Rinty ami -was quieten- on down. " Listen !" he ho .no •■ i ;,t rid ot thai v. olfho I. Jensen I 11'you hear t .et rid ol it! Foi if 1 ex er set. iv i n around here again I'll have the brute hot I Crawford was not in the habil of making idle threats, and. knowing that full well. Jensen drove Rinty awaj from the neighboui hood of the Bi u< e Acad i five minut i - later, It g ii In..I .' his hrai i lo (lo li. espect; ally as the dog was reluctant to go, but the stable-hand was determined to >:-iu\ him forth homeless again rather than see him but. hered, and thus his foui I fi iend became a si i aj once. more. Out into the open country wandered Rinty, for experience bad told him that cities were not always kind to a waif, and l.ate in the afternoon of that same day he was drifting at random through the quiet hills. Ttie sim was beginning to sei when, ng a narrow earn on, Rinty spotted a dark, yawning cavern in the right- hand wall of the ravine, it was the tunnel of an abandoned mine, but the dog knew nothing of the gold-reels which bad one., been discovei id in this -.■el f country and which had long since petei ..I out." 1 le only knew that strange sounds were issuing from t hat cavern, and, with his mi iosity ■ aroused, be trotted inquisitively in the direction of it. lie passed into the tunnel, and had moved twenty or thirty yards along it when he saw a. black stallion plunging and rearing ahead of him, a stallion which bad apparently roamed into the 0. tober Slst, 1986.