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THE STORY
CHAPTER L—Jim 1 Wall, young cow-
Puncher from Wyoming, in the early
~ days of the cattle industry, seeks a
‘pow fleld in Utah. He meets Hank
78, who admits to being .a robber,
and tells Wall he is working for an
~ Englishman named Herritk, who has
located a big ranch in the mountains.
Herrick has employed a small army of
rustlers and gun-fighters, and Hays
and others are plotting to steal their
-#mployer’s cattle and money. Hays
~ wants Wall to throw in with the
rustlers. /
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~ ; From the very first deal Hays was
; Jucky. Morley stayed about even.
as 'Brad Lincoln lost more than he won.
: The giant Montana was a close, wary
gambler, playing only when he had
good cards. Stud was undoubtedly a
‘player who required the stimulation
‘8nd zest of opposition. But he could
‘not wait for luck to change. He had
Z ‘to be in every hand. Moreover, he
s was not adept enough with the cards
10 deal himself a good hand when his
turn came. He grew so sullen that
‘Wall left off watching and Teturied
~ $0 the fireside.
. But presently he had cause to at-
tend more keenly than ever to this
card game. The drift of conversation
wore toward an inevitable fight. These
men were vicious characters. Wall
knew that life out here was raw.
~ There was no law except that of the
~ six-shooter.
While he bent a more penetrating
gaze upon Stud, to whom his attention
gravitated, Wall saw him perform a
~ trick with the cards that was pretty
clever, and could not have been dis-
cerned except from Wall's position.
Nevertheless,
eertainly had picked on Stud. He bet
this hand to the limit of his cash, and
then, such was his confidence, he bor-
rowed from Morley. Still he could not
force Hays to call. He fell from ela-
tion to consternation, then to doubt,
from doubt to dismay, and from this
40 a gathering impotent rage, all of
which proved how poor a gambler he
was. When at last he rasped out:
~ *%Wal, I call! Here’s mine.”
He slammed down an ace full. Hays
had drawn three cards,
~~ “Stud, 1 hate to show you this
~ band,” drawled Hays.
i “Yes, you do!
galled you.”
Whereupon Hays gently spread out
‘four ten spots, and then with greedy
hands raked In the stakes.
Stud stared with burning eyes.
#Three-card draw! . . You come
in with a pair of tens?”
~~ “Nope. I held up one ten an’ the
~_ @#ce,” replied Hays, nonchalantly. i
ad a hunch, Stud.”
“You'd steal coppers off a dead
man’s eyes.” 2
“Haw! Haw!” bawled the victori-
But he was the only
one of the six players who seemed to
see anything funny in the situation.
? That dawned upon him, “Stud, I was
takin’ thet crack of yours humorous.”
“Was you?” snapped Stud.
#Shore I was,” returned Hays, with
eongealing voice.
“Wal, I didn’t mean it humorous,”
\ Stud retorted.
~ 1 %Ahuh. Come to look at you I see
you ain’t feelin’ gay. Suppose you
gay just what you did mean.”
~ “I meant what I said.” 5
~~ “Shore. I'm not so awful thick.
But apply thet crack to this here card
game an’ my playin.”
; “Hays, you palmed them three ten-
~ gpots,” declared Stud hotly.
~ Then there was quick action and
the rasp of scraping chairs, and the
tumbling over of a box seat. Stud
and Hays were left alone at the table.
“You're a liar!” hissed Hays, sud-
~ denly black in the face.
. Here Jim Wall thought it was time
to intervene. He read the glint in
~ Btud’s eyes. Hays was at a disad-
vantage, so far as drawing a gun was
concerned. And Wall saw that Stud
could and would kill him,
' “Hold on there,” called Wall, in a
yoice that made both men freeze.
Hays did not turn to Wall, but he
spoke: “Pard, lay off. I can handle
this feller.”
“Take care, stranger,” warned Stud,
who appeared to be able to watch
both Hays and Wall at once. They
were, however, almost in line. “This
ain’t any of your mix.”
* “I just wanted to tell Hays I saw
“you slip an ace from the bottom of
the deck,” sald Wall, He might as
_ well have told of Hays’ irregularities,
“Wot! He filled his ace full thet
way?’ roared Hays,
, “He most certainly did.”
*All right let it go at that,” replied.
Stud, deadly cold, “If you can say
‘honest thet you haven't pulled any
tricks—go fer your gun, Otherwise
keep your shirt on.”
That unexpected sally exemplified
the peculiar conception of honor
among thieves, It silenced Hays. The
little gambler knew his man and shift.
~ @d his deadly intent to a more doubt
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“Jim Wall, eh?’ he queried, inso-
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“At your service,” retorted Wall
He divined the workings of the little
gambler’s mind. Stud needed to have
more time, for the thing that made |
decision hard to reach was the quality
of this stranger. His motive was more
deadly than his will, or his power to
execute. All this Jim Wall know. It
was the difference between the two
men.
“I’m admittin’ I cheated,” said Stud,
harshly. “But I ain’t standin’ to be
tipped off by a stranger.”
“Well, what're you going to do
about it?” asked Wall, while the spec-
tators of the drama almost held their
breath.
Stud’s lean, dark, little hands lifted
quiveringly from the table.
“Don’t draw!” yelled Wall. “The
man doesn’t live who can sit at a
table and beat me to a gun.”
“H—l—you say,” panted Stud. But
that ringing taunt had cut the force
of his purpose.
“You've got a gun in each inside
vest pocket,” said Wall, contemptu-
ously.
The gambler let his hands relax and
slide off the table,
Stud shuffled to his feet, malignant
and beaten for the moment,
“Hays, you an’ me ‘are even,” he
sald, gruffly. “But I'll meet your
new pard some other time and then
there'll be a show-down.”
“Shore, Stud. No hard feelin’s on
my side,” drawled Hays.
The little gambler stalked to the
bar, drank and left the saloon.
Hank Hays turned round.
“Jim, thet feller did have two guns
inside his vest. I never saw them, till
you gave it away. He—would have
killed me.”
“I think he would, Hays,” returned
Wall. “You were sitting bad for ac-
tion.” >
“Right you are, Jim, and I'm much
obliged to you. I'd like to know some-
thin’.”
“What's that?”
“Did you bluff him?”
“Hardly. I had him figured. It was
a pretty good bet he wouldn't ‘try to
draw. But if he had made a move—"
“Ahuh. It'd been all day with
him. . . . This gambler Stud has a
name out here for bein’ swift on the
draw. He's killeg—"
“Bah!” cut in Wall, good-humoredly.
“Men who can handle guns don’t pack
them that way.”
Presently they bade Red good night
and went outside.
“Where you sleepin’?’ asked Hays.
“Left my pack in the stall out back
with my horse. What do we do to-
morrow ?”
“IT was thinkin’ of thet. We'll shake
the dust of Green River. I reckon to-
morrow we'd better stock up on every-
thin’ an’ hit the trail for the Henrys.”
“Suits me,” replied Wall,
“Wal, then, good night. Breakfast
here early,” concluded Hays
A red sunrise greeted Wall upon Lig
awakening. When, a little later, he
presented himself at the back of Red’s
house for breakfast he was to find
Hays, Happy Jack and Brad Lincoln
ahead of him.
They had breakfast. “Brad, you
fetch your pack horses round back,”
ordered the leader, when they got
outside. “Happy, you get yourself a
hoss. Then meet us at the store quick
as you can get there, , . Jim, you
come with me.”
“Hays, I'm in need of some things,”
said Wall. 7
Hays drew out a handful of bills
and pressed them upon Wall.
“Shore. Buy what outfit you need
an’ don’t forget a lot of shells,” re-
plied Hays. “If I don’t miss my guess
we'll have a smoky summer, Haw!
Haw! Here's the store.”
A bright young fellow, who looked
to be the son of the proprietor, took
charge of Wall. A new saddle blan-
ket was Wall's first choice, after which
he bought horseshoes and nails, a
hammer and file, articles he had long
needed, and the lack of which had
made Bay lame. After that he select-
ed a complete new outfit of wearing
apparel, a new tarpaulin, a blanket,
rope, and wound up with a goodly sup-
ply of shells for his .45 revolver. Like-
wise he got some boxes of .44 rifle
shells,
Half an hour later the four men,
driving five packed horses and two
unpacked, rode off behind the town
across the flat toward the west. Com-
ing to a road, Hays led on that for a
mile or so, and then branched off on
a seldom-used trail
Towards sunset they drew down to
the center of a vast swale, where the
green Intensified, and the eye of the
range rider could see the influence of
water,
Hays halted for camp at a swampy
sedge plot where water oozed out and
grass was thick enough to hold the
horses,
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“Aha!
said Hays, heartily.
an’ packs. Turn the hosses loose.
Happy, you're elected cook. Rest of
us rustle somethin' to burn.”
Jim rambled far afield to collect
an armload of dead stalks of cactus,
grease-wood, sunflower; and dusk was
mantling the desert when he got back
to camp. Happy Jack was whistling
about a little fire; Hays knelt before
a pan of dough, which he was knead-
ing; Linclon was busy at some camp’
chore.
“Wall, 1 don’t like store bread,”
Hays was saying. “Give me sour-
dough biscuits. . . How about you,
Jim?’
“Me, too. And I'd like some cake,”
replied Jim, dropping his load.
“Cake! Wal, listen to our new
hand. Jack, can you bake cake?”
“Sure. We got flour an’ sugar an’
milk. Did you fetch some eggs?’
“Haw! Haw! Thet reminds
me, though. We'll get eggs over at
Star ranch. None of you ever seen
such a ranch. Why, fellers, Herrick’s
bought every durn’ hoss, burro, sow,
steer, chicken in the whole country.”
~ “So you said before,” returned Lin-
coln. “I'm sure curious to see this
Englisher. Must have more ‘money
than brains.”
“He hasn't got any -sense. But
Lordy, the money he’s spent!”
Jim sat down to rest and listen.
“Queer deal—a rich Englishman
hirin’ men like us to run his outfit,”
pondered Lincoln, in a puzzled tone.
“I don’t understand it.”
“Wal, who does?
I can’t, thet’s
shore. But it’s a fact, an’ we're goin'’
to be so rich pronto thet we'll jest
about kill each other.”
“More truth than fun in thet, Hank.
old boy, an’ don’t you forget it,” re-
joined Lincoln. “How do you aim to
get rich?”
“Shore, I've no idee. Thet'll all
come. [I've got the step on Heeseman
an’ his pards.”
“He'll be aimin’ at precisely the
same deal as you.”
“Shore. We'll have to kill Heese
man an’ Progar, sooner or fazer, I'd
like it sooner.”
“l don’t like the deal,” concluded
Lincoln, forcibly.
Presently they sat to their meal.
and ate almost in silence. Darkness
settled down. One by one they sought
their beds, and Wall was the last.
Dawn found them up and doing.
Wall fetched in some of the horses;
Lincoln the others. By sunrise they
were on the trail, which about mid-
afternoon led down through high
gravel banks to a wide stream bed,
dry except in the middle of the sandy
waste. !
*“This here's the Muddy,” announced
Hays for Jim's benefit. ‘“Bad enough
when the water's up. But nothin’ to
the Dirty Devil. Nothin’ at all.”
“What's the Dirty Devil?” asked
Jim.
“It's a river an’ it's well named,
you can gamble on that. We'll cross
it tomorrow some time.”
Next camp was on higher ground
above the Muddy. Here Hays and
Lincoln renewed their argument
about the Herrick ranch deal. It
proved what Wall had divined—this
Brad Lincoln was shrewd, cold, doubt-
ful and aggressive. Hays was not
distinguished for any cleverness. He
was merely an unscrupulous robber.
These men were going to clash. That
was Inevitable, Jim calculated.
Early the next day Jim Wall had
reason to be curious about the Dirty
Devil river, for the descent into the
deflles of desert to reach It wus a
most remarkable one. The trail, now
only a few aim old hoof tracks,
wound tortuously down and down
into deep canyons.
The tracks Hays was following
failed and he got lost ina labyrinthine
maze of deep washes Imposgible to
climb, and seemingly impossible to
escape from.
Lincoln got off his horse and went
down the canyon, evidently search-
ing for a place to climb up to the
rim above. He returned in an as-
sertive manner and, mounting, called
for the others to follow.
“1 hear the river an’ I'm makin’
for it,” said Lincoln.
Jim had heard a faint, low mur-
mur, which had pzzuled him, and
which he had not recognized They
all followed Lincoln. Eventually he
led them into a narrow, high-walled
canyon where ran the Dirty Devil
The water was muddy, but as it was |
shallow the riders forded it without
more mishap than a wetting.
Still they were lost. There was
nothing to do, however, but work up
a side canyon. Hays led them to a
camp-gite that never could have been
expected there.
“Fellers, I'll bet you somethin’, he
said, before dismounting. “There's a
roost down in thet country where
never in Gawd’s world could anybody
find us.”
“Hal! An’ when they did it'd be
only our bleached bones,” scoffed
Lincoln.
There never had been any love lost
between these two men, Jim conjec-
tured.
After supper Jim strolled away
from camp, down to where the can-
yon opened upon a nothingness of
space and blackness and depth. The
hour hung suspended between dusk
and night, He felt an overpowering
sense of the immensity of this region
of mountain, gorge, plain and butte.
While Jim Wall meditated there in
the gathering darkness he was vis-
ited by an inexplicable reluctance to
go on with this adventure.
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ANY cities of northern New
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largely to the fact that they
block the southern and west-
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Newark is the most important air
door to the metropolis. Opened to air
traffic in September, 1931, the Newark
airport has grown rapidly. When air-
plane traffic was at a peak in 1932
several transport companies and local
airlines scheduled 89 planes daily in
and out of Newark, and in addition a
constant stream of unscheduled pri-
vate planes used this municipal field.
Newark today is in a state of flux,
but the changes that are taking place
point to a vast metropolitan center.
Newark, since the World war, has
changed amazingly. New high build-
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them one finds the clerical forces of
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And again Wewark has become a
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tent with lighters and small coastwise
vessels, Now Port Newark, a munici-
pal development on the upper part of
Newark bay, has again brought ocean-
going vessels to the gates of the city.
Only Newark itself can list all the
thousands of different products which
pour out of its factories. The most im-
portant in order of production value
are: electrical machinery and supplies,
paints and varnishes, leather, meats,
foundry and machine-shop products,
chemicals, and jewelry.
Here are some odd trades, as well
as highly specialized industries. Elec-
trical instruments are made with
counterbalancing pointers that are
miracles of craftsmanship. One of
these has an arm of aluminum tubing
with walls one ten-thousandth of an
inch thick, and balance threads (for
tiny brass nuts) are cut 500 to the
inch. This work must be done under a
magnifying glass. In Newark, too,
many of the world’s largest air-condi-
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Newark’s Library and Trolley.
Newark library today is the largest
in the state, and one of the nation’s
finest. Libraries throughout the United
States and in many foreign countries
have adopted methods originating in
this Newark institution,
Only London has a larger co-ordi-
nated bus and trolley system than one
Newark company, which serves 421
New Jersey municipalities, reaching
all but one county in the state. In
1931 it transported a total of nearly
400,000,00 passengers, the equivalent
of more than three times the popula-
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Strangers are confused by the inter-
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around Newark. Essex county is
really one city with nearly a million
people. Once isolated villages have
expanded so rapidly that outsiders
cannot tell where one ends and an-
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Bloomfield offers an example of an
intensely diversified community in a
state noted for variety. With a popula-
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muters, it embraces some forty indus-
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gamut from safety pins and horse
radish to books, electric -lights, and
woolens.
In a Bloomfield lamp works were
made the bulbs that shine from the
Statue of Liberty, and those that illu-
minate the Washington monument,
Holland tunnels,” Natural Bridge, Vir-
ginia, and the Bermuda caves. Here
is made every type of lamp, from the
“grain of wheat” used by dentists and
physicians, to the giant bulb for movie
and outdoor illumination,
Although we may not realize it when
we pay a small coin for an electrie-
light bulb, we are purchasing a com-
modity, that requiresj more delicate
craftsmanship than anything else sold
in bulk, The tungsten filament is one
of the finest-drawn commercial wires,
pulled through a diamond die to a
thickness of 0.0004 of an inch. Com-
pared to a lamp filament, a human
“hair resembles a piece of heavy rope.
It is all part of the day’s work in
this Bloomfield factory to deal with
argon, helium, and neon, an atmos-
pheric pressure of 0.00001 per cent,
and pressures up to 25 tons per square
inch! With pardonable pride this plant
adopts the slogan used by the United
States Engineers in France, “It can’t
be done—but here it is!”
In an unpretentious red-brick build-
ing that faces on one of the principal
streets of West Orange, an empty.
chair sits before an old-fashioned roll-
top desk. Here Thomas A. Edison
spent the last years of his life. His
library and study have been main- !
tained just as he left them.
Traffic of Jersey City.
Jersey City, largest of the Hudson
river cities opposite New York, has
industries ranging from soap to print-
ing and type-making. Oddly enough,
it is one of Jersey's “least-known”
cities to outsiders. Railroads skirt its
business district or pass through it
underground, while the main motor
highway to the Holland tunnels runs
in a subsurface roadway through the
residential districts.
Many doughboys recall Jersey City’s
water front, a major embarking and
disembarking point during the World
war, “Where do we go from here,
boys, where do we go from here? Any-
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pier,” ran the words of a popular war
song.
Today Jersey City handles most of
the freight-car traffic that comes- into
the port of New York from the south
and west. One of its printing plants
turns out tons of telephone directories
annually for New York, Philadelphia,
Baltimore, Washington, and other
large eastern cities. In the same plant
lithographing for several widely cir-
culated magazines is also prepared.
A museum attached to a Jersey City
type-manufacturing concern contains
a copy of the rare Canon Missal, dat-
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printed entirely on a press, and many
tiny “thumb-nail” books, exquisite ex- -
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From Jersey City northward along
the Hudson to Weehawken is one of
the highest concentrations of railroad
traffic in the world. New Jersey leads
the nation in railroad trackage per
square mile, and the focus of its busi-
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More interesting than the manner
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