The examiner., 1882-01-28

have escaped from the room by that :? | The window was so small she could scarcely believe that he could have l crept through it. And yet he must have done so.
 She went hurriedly to the back of the house and then down beyond the horse sheds. No one could be seen. She halted moment under live tree just at the edge of the garden. Tho evening was very calm and still, and the twilight shadows were deepening fast. Was it the rustling of the wind in the boughs overhead that caught her ear? She listened.
 "Hist I am herein the tree"
 The words came in 8 distinct whisper from directly above her.
 She stood and thought single mo- ment before replying. Then she said, "You must get away from here at once," in an eager whisper. cone of the. men suspects something, and they may at any moment make a search of the place. I am going into the house minute. Get down at once and go through the garden and across the trail to spring that you will find there. It's at the foot of 8 big cottonwood tee. Stay right there until come."
 Then she went back hurriedly to the house. The three men were still sit ting at the table, and Sacramento felt rather than saw that one of them still regarded her suspiciousIy as she cane in. She did not speak to them at all, but went directly through the kitchen to her own room, and in 8 moment came out, went about her work in the kitchen, and took up pail apparently to go to the spring for water.
 Ten minutes later, standing in the shadow of the cottonwood, young Somers heard step. and then Sacra- mento, leading Bueno all saddled and bridled, appeared. He started forward.
 "Hush P she said; "they may come out at any moment. Listen to what I say. Your life depends upon it. You must ride straight down the trail for quarter of mile. Then, close by big cottonwood, just like this, you will strike path to the left. Bueno will know it, once you get him in it. It will bring you out, half mile on, at corduroy road that crosses the swamp. This end of the corduroy has got out of order and there are some logs laid. Lead Bueno across and then pull the logs away. If youss can do that it will make trouble for those who follow you. Beyond the swamp is big plain. Strike straight across it, keeping the moon square on your right--the moon will be up by that time-and three hours riding will bring you to the new railroad. After that-God help you to get safe aEayr'
 Sacramento paused and put out her hand. "Can you remember?" she de- handed.
 ''I can, but can never forget-''
 'Never mind that. Here, take this. It is little money. You will need it. Now mount and ride-slowly, little way, and then for your life."
 The young man still had hold of her hand. The tears came into his eyes. The next moment he was gone.
 The next morning Sacramento told her father the story and coaxed him into forgiving her. And the following afternoon man brought Bueno over from the railroad town and then she knew that the fugitive was safe.
 Six weeks later lawyer from Santa Barbara appeared with a letter from Walter Somers. He was with his friends at New York, and he begged Sacramento to accept, as gift of grat- itude, at least the amount of tLe re- ward that had been offered.
 And so it was that she went down to San Francisco to school that winter, after all.-I 74th's Compo1aio1a