anaheim-gazette 1933-12-28

WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR TWENTY SECOND INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ruth Warren, born and raised in an Eastern city, is willed three-fourth interest in the Dead Lantern ranch in Arizona. With her youthful husband, who is in poor health, and their small son, David, they come to Arizona to take up where Ruth's brother, reported killed in Mexico, had left off. They reach Dead Lantern, 85 miles from the nearest railroad, with the help of Old Charley Thane, neighboring rancher who also carries the rural mail. At the ranch they find the partner, Snavely, and a huge woman, Indian Ann, who greet them suspiciously. As they trudge the 5 miles from ranch gate to the house they pass a huge rock in a gulch where a voice whispers, "Go back. Go back." Ruth's husband caught in a rain shortly after their arrival contracts pneumonia and passes away before medical aid can be brought. Ruth, penniless and without friends attempts to carry on but is balked at almost every turn by the crafty and plotting Snavely. Despite obstacles of all kind Ruth gives notes on her ranch interest to purchase cattle. She is assisted by Old Charley Thane and his son, Will Thane. A Mexican family has been hired to assist with the work. A peculiar sickness with the livestock. Snavely calls it "liver fever" ... and says he has a powder for the water to cure the disease. Ruth discovers trickery in Snavely's tactics of poisoning her cattle, but says nothing, waiting for additional evidence. Drought is overcome by sinking a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet her notes. But Mrs. Warren—I tol' you why I done that," said Snavely in a relieved voice. "I done it to protect you." When I was in town," continued Ruth, "I consulted an attorney about my position on this ranch. I learned that I was not your partner and never had been. And I understood quite plainly that you knew this, and that if I had failed to meet my note you would have been in legal possession of the entire ranch." Well, but—" Snavely paused, helplessly. The guilt and consternation on his face, as well as the letter in her hand, gave the girl courage. "The whole thing has been placed before my attorney," said Ruth. "The—whole—thing?" Yes. When I learned that I was not your partner and that you had purchased the note I understood how anxious you were to have me fall to meet it. But let's not say anything more about that. "But I don't see," replied Snavely, guardedly, "what call you got to get uppity. Suppose you wasn't a pardner—that's your fault." Ruth's anger mounted. "That sounds very well. But what will my brother think when I tell him about the mysterious disease you called 'liver fever?' What will he think when I tell him how I came to put the wrong powder in the spring troughs that night? "Are you a cuisin' me—" Snavely's voice rang, then died away before the girl's steady gaze. He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant; the man was heated he was afraid of her now!" Your brother is coming about to visit you. 'Correction' you come here. Who a plump stool a thing to trench you it? Fer all a-doin' my stealin' my I was doing the same." face thrust glittering with a paper will, but you it. Ruth was trembling. letter in her her courage brother—he soon—he no time. The quite a while better—he no to the railr. "All right don't you give a-standin' money. We left Ruth o'to the kitch side. For a her in Spain more than was still she the door, par and left th Mr. Snavely, look here! There was nothing aggressive in Ruth's tone, but it was like no tone she had ever used to Snavely. "Look at this." Ann stepped to the door of the kitchen and stood silently, her eyes on Ruth. "Well—!" said Snavely as he read the opening words. He said nothing more until he had finished, then without lifting his head, "Well—well I'll be! Grey's alive, after all. Couldn't get a word to nobody 'till jest now. If that don't beat all!" He looked at Ruth, then lowered his eyes to the paper again. "Wants me to come an' git him. Hermosillo—powerful long job getting six days west of there. Must be desolate sure 'nough, else we'd got word of him sooner. Well, things like that happen. But it beats all," he mused. "We shall start to Harry at once," said Ruth, decidedly; "the Thanes are coming home late to-night and—" He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant, the man was beaten, he guardedly, "what call you got to get uppity. Suppose you wasn't a pardner—that's your fault." Ruth's anger mounted. "That sounds very well. But what will my brother think when I tell him about the mysterious disease you called 'liver fever?' What will he think when I tell him how I came to put the wrong powder in the spring troughs that night?" "Are you a cuisin' me—" Snavely's voice rang, then died away before the girl's steady gaze. He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant; the man was beaten, he was afraid of her now! "Didn't you never think," he asked falteringly, "that things might look different than what they are?" "No," said Ruth boldly. But although he stood cringing before her, Snavely did not appear so abject as Ruth thought he should be. Didn't he realize he could be sent to prison? "Do you deny you tried everything you could to make me lose my interest?" He did not reply to her question. But after a moment he said slowly, still with lowered eyes, "Them things is hard to prove." "I don't think so! But I can tell you something else which is not hard to prove: I can whisper in the gulch as well as any one else!" He raised his eyes quickly, his face a dead white. Ruth glanced lingeringly toward Ann, then back again. "The night of the storm, Mr. Snavely," she said quietly. He faced her in silence; the muscles of his long stringy throat contracted spasmodically. Suddenly he turned and, walking slowly to his room, entered. Almost at once he reappeared, the packet of bank notes which Ruth had given him in his hand. He held them out. "You best take these here an' go git your brother." Ruth took the notes. She thought she understood; when she and Harry returned, Snavely would not be on the Dead Lantern. Perhaps that was the best solution. She turned to Ann. "Ann, I wish you would get the buckboard and take David and me over to Thanes,' I'll have an early supper ready by the time you harness up." Snavely had walked toward his room, now he turned and came back. "I don't think you'd best go mixin' the Thanes in this." In spite of the apparent humbleness of his tone, a twinge of fear caught Ruth's heart. But she answered, "I don't see that it can make any difference to you now, Mr. Snavely." "It makes a sight of difference to me!" he said sharply, and his eyes, no longer jerking, bored into hers. Ruth gripped herself. "Do you realize that you are a criminal and that you will face arrest as soon as I bring my brother back?" To the girl's amazement, Snavely smiled. "You like fancy words," he said slowly, "so I'll ask you if you interest to purchase cattle. She is assisted by Old Charley Thane and his son, Will Thane. A Mexican family has been hired to assist with the work. A peculiar sickness with the livestock. Snavely calls it "liver fever"... and says he has a powder for the water to cure the disease. Ruth discovers trickery in Snavely's tactics of poisoning her cattle, but says nothing, waiting for additional evidence. Drought is overcome by sinking a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet her notes. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Mr. Snavely, look here! There was nothing aggressive in Ruth's tone, but it was like no tone she had ever used to Snavely. "Look at this." Ann stepped to the door of the kitchen and stood silently, her eyes on Ruth. "Well—!" said Snavely as he read the opening words. He said nothing more until he had finished, then without lifting his head,. "Well—well I'll be! Grey's alive, after all. Couldn't get a word to nobody 'till jest now. If that don't beat all!" He looked at Ruth, then lowered his eyes to the paper again. "Wants me to come an' git him. Hermosillo—powerful long job getting six days west of there. Must be desolate sure 'nough, else we'd got word of him sooner. Well, things like that happen. But it beats all," he mused. "We shall start to Harry at once," said Ruth, decidedly; "the Thanes are coming home late to-night and—" He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant, the man was beaten, he guardedly, "what call you got to get uppity. Suppose you wasn't a pardner—that's your fault." Ruth's anger mounted. "That sounds very well. But what will my brother think when I tell him about the mysterious disease you called 'liver fever?' What will he think when I tell him how I came to put the wrong powder in the spring troughs that night?" "Are you a cuisin' me—" Snavely's voice rang, then died away before the girl's steady gaze. He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant; the man was beaten, he was afraid of her now! "Didn't you never think," he asked falteringly, "that things might look different than what they are?" "No," said Ruth boldly. But although he stood cringing before her, Snavely did not appear so abject as Ruth thought he should be. Didn't he realize he could be sent to prison? "Do you deny you tried everything you could to make me lose my interest?" He did not reply to her question. But after a moment he said slowly, still with lowered eyes, "Them things is hard to prove." "I don't think so! But I can tell you something else which is not hard to prove: I can whisper in the gulch as well as any one else!" He raised his eyes quickly, his face a dead white. Ruth glanced lingeringly toward Ann, then back again. "The night of the storm, Mr. Snavely," she said quietly. He faced her in silence; the muscles of his long stringy throat contracted spasmodically. Suddenly he turned and, walking slowly to his room, entered. Almost at once he reappeared, the packet of bank notes which Ruth had given him in his hand. He held them out. "You best take these here an' go git your brother." Ruth took the notes. She thought she understood; when she and Harry returned, Snavelly would not be on the Dead Lantern. Perhaps that was the best solution. She turned to Ann. "Ann, I wish you would get the buckboard and take David and me over to Thanes,' I'll have an early supper ready by the time you harness up." Snavely had walked toward his room, now he turned and came back. "I don't think you'd best go mixin' the Thanes in this." In spite of the apparent humbleness of his tone, a twinge of fear caught Ruth's heart. But she answered, "I don't see that it can make any difference to you now, Mr. Snavely." "It makes a sight of difference to me!" he said sharply, and his eyes, no longer jerking, bored into hers. Ruth gripped herself. "Do you realize that you are a criminal and that you will face arrest as soon as I bring my brother back?" To the girl's amazement, Snavely smiled. "You like fancy words," he said slowly, "so I'll ask you if you interest to purchase cattle." She is assisted by Old Charley Thane and his son, Will Thane. A Mexican family has been hired to assist with the work. A peculiar sickness with the livestock. Snavely's tactics of poisoning her cattle, but says nothing, waiting for additional evidence. Drought is overcome by sinking a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet her notes. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Mr. Snavely, look here! There was nothing aggressive in Ruth's tone, but it was like no tone she had ever used to Snavely. "Look at this." Ann stepped to the door of the kitchen and stood silently, her eyes on Ruth. "Well—!" said Snavely as he read the opening words. He said nothing more until he had finished, then without lifting his head,. "Well—well I'll be! Grey's alive, after all. Couldn't get a word to nobody 'till jest now. If that don't beat all!" He looked at Ruth, then lowered his eyes to the paper again. "Wants me to come an' git him. Hermosillo—powerful long job getting six days west of there. Must be desolate sure 'nough, else we'd got word of him sooner. Well, things like that happen. But it beats all," he mused. "We shall start to Harry at once," said Ruth, decidedly; "the Thanes are coming home late to-night and—" He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant, the man was beaten, he guardedly, "what call you got to get uppity. Suppose you wasn't a pardner—that's your fault." Ruth's anger mounted. "That sounds very well. But what will my brother think when I tell him about the mysterious disease you called 'liver fever?' What will he think when I tell him how I came to put the wrong powder in the spring troughs that night?" "Are you a cuisin' me—" Snavely's voice rang, then died away before the girl's steady gaze. He dropped his eyes. Ruth was triumphant; the man was beaten, he was afraid of her now! "Didn't you never think," he asked falteringly, "that things might look different than what they are?" "No," said Ruth boldly. But although he stood cringing before her, Snavley did not appear so abject as Ruth thought he should be. Didn't he realize he could be sent to prison? "Do you deny you tried everything you could to make me lose my interest?" He did not reply to her question. But after a moment he said slowly, still with lowered eyes, "Them things is hard to prove." "I don't think so! But I can tell you something else which is not hard to prove: I can whisper in the gulch as well as any one else!" He raised his eyes quickly, his face a dead white. Ruth glanced lingeringly toward Ann, then back again. "The night of the storm, Mr. Snavely," she said quietly. He faced her in silence; the muscles of his long stringy throat contracted spasmodically. Suddenly he turned and, walking slowly to his room, entered. Almost at once he reappeared, the packet of bank notes which Ruth had given him in his hand. He held them out. "You best take these here an' go git your brother." Ruth took the notes. She thought she understood; when she and Harry returned, Snavelly would not be on the Dead Lantern. Perhaps that was the best solution. She turned to Ann. "Ann, I wish you would get the buckboard and take David and me over to Thanes,' I'll have an early supper ready by the time you harness up." Snavley had walked toward his room, now he turned and came back." I don't think you'd best go mixin' the Thanes in this." In spite of the apparent humbleness of his tone, a twringe of fear caught Ruth's heart. But she answered, "I don't see that it can make any difference to you now, Mr. Snavley." "It makes a sight of difference to me!" he said sharply，and his eyes，no longer jerking,bored into hers. Ruth gripped herself." Do you realize that you are a criminal and that you will face arrest as soon as I bring my brother back?" To the girl's amazement,SNavley smiled." You like fancy words,"he said slowly,"so I'll ask you if you interest to purchase cattle." 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Ruth was triumphant, the man was beaten, he was afraid. "Thanes? What they got to do with this?" Snavely's eyes narrowed. "I think it would be best if Old Charley went with me. I'm sure that under the circumstances he would go, and he knows the country and speaks Spanish better than I." "You're set on goin' yourself, eh?" Snavely regarded her quizzically. "Well. Jest the same, I don't see the sense in mixin' the Thanes up with this. If you're a mind to go without me, why don't you take Francisco? But the best thing would be fer you en'me to light out together to-morrow mornin'." Ruth thought a moment; she might go with Don Francisco—perhaps that would be best. But she certainly would not go alone with Snavely. She looked at him. "Perhaps Don Francisco and I could manage it," she said. Again Snavely studied her intently. There was something in her tone and manner which was quite new. She was no longer afraid. "Look here," he said sharply, "what's the matter of me goin', anyways?" The girl was suddenly angry; Snavely could not afford to speak to her like that any longer. She straightened. "Mr. Snavely, there are several very good reasons why I do not wish you to go with me; and there are reasons why you should respect my wishes. It is for your own good. There are a number of things I must tell my brother when we meet." Snavely paled. "What can you tell him?" he asked gruffly. "I shall tell him about the way in "Your brother—how do I know he's your brother? He never told me nothing about you nor nothing about any will. 'Cordin' to my way a-thinkin' you come here jest to steal his interest. Who are you, anyways? You're a plump stranger to me—you ain't got a thing to say about this ranch an' never did have. What about all that truth you was jest a-talkin'—what of it? Fer all anybody knows, I was jest a-doin' my best to keep you from stealin' my pardner blind; that's what I was doin'! An' the law would say the same." Snavely stepped closer, his face thrust forward and his pale eyes glittering. "You come on this place with a paper you say is a sure 'nough will, but you ain't got nothin' to prove it." Ruth was against the wall. She was trembling. Tightly she gripped the letter in her hand and summoned all her courage. "But your partner is my brother—he will be coming back here soon—he may even come to-day—any time. The letter must have been sent quite a while ago and he was much better—he might have been able to get to the railroad without any help—" "All right! If he's your brother why don't you go git him? What'er you a-standin' there for? I give you the money. Why don't you git goin'?" He left Ruth contemptuously and stepped to the kitchen door. Ann was still inside. For a minute he spoke rapidly to her in Spanish. Ruth could not catch more than a word or two. While he was still speaking, Ann hurried from the door, passed Ruth without a glance, and left the house on the way to the house. Then I'm goin' for a mite of a ride. When I come back there ain't goin' to be nobody here. You think you can go a-clutterin' up this place with people an' drive a man outa his mind—I'll show you! Git goin'!" He strode past her and out of the house. Ruth let him go—there was nothing further to say. But she'd find Harry. She heard the steps of Snavely's horse, and presently saw him galloping toward the little adobe house where Magda was taking in her washing which had festooned the bushes since early morning. He stopped his horse with a jerk and called. Don Francisco and Alfredo came to the doorway; Magda stood in the yard, her arms full of clothes. Snavely spoke fiercely. Once, Don Francisco pointed toward the ranch house and asked a question. Snavely's voiced roar in reply. A moment or two later Alfredo was hurrying to find Don Francisco's team and Magda had thrown her wash into the old man's wagon. Snavely rode away toward the mountains. The tears welled into Ruth's eyes—these poor people. They had been so happy. Like trusting children, they had accepted her gift of the land and the little house, the gift which was to have been theirs for so long as they lived and worked hard. They had worked hard. As she entered the house she saw Ann leading two horses through the corrals. Ruth went into her room and began to pack. Before she had finished she could hear the sound of the team and buckboard coming from the barn toward the house. Ann stopped by the small mesquite where Ruth's horse still stood, and climbed from the buckboard. "Ann," said Ruth appealingly, as the giantess came toward her, "Ann, please help me!" "Shorely, Miss Ruth—I'll hep you pack." "Not that, Ann—take me to Thanes'. I must go there at once. 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He raised a dead white toward Ann, night of the said quietly; the muscles contracted he turned and, room, entered. appeared, the Ruth had He held them here an' go She thought he and Harry not be on the that was the need to Ann get the buck me over to early supper ness up." guard his room, back. "I don't the Thanes humbleness fear caught answered, "I take any differ- difference to and his eyes, into hers. Do you real-nal and that on as I bring ment, Snavely words," he you if you She heard the step of Snavely's horse, and then saw him galloping toward the little adobe house. Snavely turned to the girl. "You're a-goin' jest as soon as Ann's ready. Collect your kid an' your things an git out! By sundown-to-night there ain't gain' to be nobody on this place but me. I'll have the greaser outft loaded an' started off this place in ten minutes! 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