Owen Clancy's Happy Trail; Or, The Motor Wizard in California
of Sixth and Main about two hours ago. You'd have seen something that would have made
into the room in the cheap boarding house, where he and his friends had
ards. There were a bottle and two glasses on the
n his chair to look at Gerald with a scowl. "Here I haven't a sou in my jeans, and I've got as much ri
g to do with this money, Hank, and you know that if we start to break int
flock in the bush! Give me my share now, Gerald, and you and B
amblin' layout below the border will take all the fifteen th
o jingle in my pock
e o' nails,"
ed Burton sourly, "but it ain't pleasant t
e squares, your smoking and your travel pay, I don't see what more yo
e loose cash no
e put anything into the Tia Juana game it's got to be fifteen thous
n pocket if you don't want to
e Tia Juana business. Why don't you do a little something on the side, Hank? You're a cha
" snorte
d he would have left the room, but Gerald s
hing to tell you that's mighty interesting. I think
s flash of temper left him at once, and
ed us?" de
, tow-headed fre
w he trailed us
It isn't a happenchance that
u see Hill?"
corner of Sixth and Main. H
ted Burton. "If we've been trailed to Los we'd bette
about it, Gera
ded pretty familiar. The next minute, who but Hiram Hill knocked a hole in that chink snake. He was trying to get to a man who sat in an automobile on the other side of the street. In about two seconds there was the
ug store. Naturally, I was in a good deal of a taking, not knowing but Hill had been following me, see? Well, I waited til
t to?" cut in Burt
nd try to get a line on what Hill was writing, do you? Well, after he left the
it pronto. If Hill is really trailin' us, maybe he has sent a telegraft message t
urton. "Hanged if this Hill bus
suringly. "I've hatched a plot that
urton. "What s
ng around the Southwest looking for his father. The old man–judging from his photograph, which Hill totes around i
ive hundred by offering to take him across the Mexican boundary and showing him where his father could
to get even with me. I know enough about Hill's father, though, to put
scheme?" i
than get even with me for that 'con' game I worked on him. I'm going
a letter?" p
, and play up that incident at Sixth and Main pretty strong. Where'
began getting his thoughts busy. By the time pen, ink, and paper were put in front
letter isn't in his dad's h
It's been some sort of a while, Bob, since the first Klondike rush, when old 'Up' Hill disappeared. It
to San Diego, where I live, and cannot remain in Los Angeles to prosecute a personal search for you. If you are really my son, come to San Diego, make my house at eighteen-twenty Q Street your home, and I will ask you certain questions whose answers will prove
ON H
he table, and looked up at his
for a bait
am Hill will tumble all over
an't find any Upton Hill
ou know, we ought to have finished our deal with Jack Lopez, and to
is name and address to a p
hey get into trouble on the street,
didn't give his name and address to the co
here is one of them cases where you can't be too care
giving his name and address to the policeman, he'll think he did it at a time
et of paper and the envelope were plain, and bore
t into the envelope, and the
ced Gerald, "and we'll post this on
t up and le
sland, Gerald?" asked Katz
to wind up our business with Lopez and clear out before Hill discovers that letter is a fake a