1935-05-10 — Page 11

SLEEP

(Continued from Puse 9)

Inside the rough cabin Bardley could see them better. Morgan was

a malevolent savage with a great protruding blotch for a mouth and immense limbs The three others! who had been with him on the shore were younger. They were "a"great" deal alike with their unshaven faces, their sullen eyes, their lum berjack clothes. Any one of them 'could be- Harold Rampeon. The lawyer had given many intimate details about Rampoon's home, but only a general description of him- no distinguishing marks to go by.

"Sit down." Morgan spoke. "Bardley was not afraid of them. And he didn't want them to believe he was. So he kept to his feet and glanced slowly around. There were bunks at one end of the cabin, a store in one corner, and a table, with a lamp and the remains of a meal, occupied the centre. He took in the three younger men, one of whom might be Rampson. He saw now that one of them differed from: the others in that he was Morgan was having trouble

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him for the man said something about Bardley and Morgan's gun "You make another try for this and I'll let you have it!" Morgan teld him. The drunken one, then, had fired the shot. Bardley had a diffi- cult job ahead if he was Rampson.

Morgan waved at Bardley. "Spill it." be ordered. “Understand, there ain't no Rampson here-but if he was, what about him?”.

The words told Bardley that these men would not believe what he had to tell them, that he would have to take Rampson away by force, for his own good. He watched the faces of the three younger *ex while he explained

"It's this way, boys: Hazold Rampson was assistant cashier in

his uncle's bank in Duluth. He was a wild kid, but his uncle gave him the job thinking he would settle down. Two months 200 thirty thousand dollars was missing. It looked like Harold and nobody else. So Harold left town. Then a cou- ple of weeks ago they found the chief cashier stole the, money, Now old Rampson wants Harold back. Wants him bad. Says he'll make him his heir he's so glad Harold wasn't the crook.”

One of the younger men, the only one whose hair was decently comb ed... went a little pale. Another's eyes shone at the mention of being the banker's heir, and when Bardley) looked at him be turned his gaze away. The drunken one gazed sul- lenly, unbelievingly, at Bardley. None of thema spoke. It was Mor- gan who offered an answer to the tale.

"Say, listen," he said, “just sup posing Rampson was here--do you think he'd be sap enough to believe a come-on gag like that? Haw! Make him his heir! You come 3 long way to tell fairy stories, cop- per. And as soon as this steru. is over you can go back where you came from.”

Bardley's big muscles contracted under his clothes. But he realised it was not yet time for a show-down. It would be better to keep to the plan which had been slowly forming -in his head.

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"All right, boys," he said. M came to the wrong place. But it looks as if I have to stay awhile. What about some poker?” He wanted something which would take their minds off his purpose in being there

Morgan laughed. "Why not? We can take a copper's money as good as anybody else's Get the makings, George." He addressed, the boy whose face had gone pale before. "Harry," Morgan went on, grab those chairs." This time the order was given to the one whose eyes had lighted up Bardley re- fected that "Harry" might also be "Harold Harold Rampson. he third man received no instructions, but simply sat at the table with them, glaring at Bardley:

During Bardley's second deal he casually asked the young man called Gearge: "How many cards for you, Rampson 2

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