What's Become of Terry Cable (HSG)

Personal notice, dangerous my stock entrained. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. I see it's time for another let George do an adventure.

Now this story has to do with a worry ward by the name of Shorty McGowan, who runs a pub over on the east side. Shorty's the type of fella who, if he hasn't got a problem, he goes out and finds one.

Right now he's just returned from a most successful hunting trip. And boy has he got a butte. There Mr. Valentine, what's become a Terry Cable? Terence Jay Cable, sweetest man ever blew form across the woodwork in my place.

Now I suppose you could say it's none of my business, why a good customer and friend like that, you just up and disappear. But then again, what kind of a human being would that make you?

Yeah, suppose he's in trouble, suppose he needs help. Well, Mr. Valentine, I found something just in a hock shop that scares the daylights out of me. Oh, Terry, Cable's in trouble, all right. Believe you me.

So get down here, will you? Give me a hand. Everybody knows where Shorty McGowan's place is. You're here on East Commercial. And Shorty McGowan? Well, that's me. The guy with the collar on his hand.

Watch? Just a watch? Yeah. Terry's watch. Here it is. And that's what you found in the hock shop. You know those ones down with a railroad station. But I was coming back from Mayville yesterday.

It took a couple days rest and walked along the street. This thing in a winter just up and hit me in the eye. Terry's watch, I said. That's Terry's. Let's see. Tear into J. Cable, first place, 100-yard dash.