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answer without lie.
"A young chap, about eighteen years Of age
and five feet and half high, rather good look
ing, and with red-top boots M" replied she.
'fes! yes! That's him" cried one of the
other men. Has he been here?''
Il was only quoting from this handful" said
Sacramento, taking the paper from the shelf
where she had laid it.
Then you haint seen him at all 2" asked her
father.
Il have been right here all day, and nobody
has gone by except Pete Larrabee. 1t was he
who gave me the bill. Are you sure that he
came this way, Observation-Disclosures
no; but We didn't know but he might. The
chances is that he is sloped off to the noun
taiDs, meanin' to go through Stovepipe pass.
They'll git him. though, -afore shutdown"
Its shutdown nOw," observed Sacramento.
Then they've got him now" was the senten-
tiOus response. And we should be too late TOR
the hangin' eft we sh'd 60 back. Leastways'-
ter come in and have bite afore you CO."
So presently the three men sat down to the
supper that the young girl quickly prepared for
them And while they were eating she herself
at her fathers bidding, went out to taAe the
saddle off BuenO: his horse, and give him feed
AS she approached the door once more, few
minutes after. she heard words which caused
her to stop and listen.
81 don't like ter say anything against tibet
kid O. yourn. neighbOr" one Of the men was say
ing, Jul IL HSL hluutt Sttlneu ttT HE I'LL tIpT
whiles though she sorter he'd some at on her
mind like. Ie don't 'spose she knows anything
bout tibet young Teller. arter all ?"
Sacramento's father laughed at this as though
1t was too absurd to be considered.
The other however, was not to be laughed
out of his suspicious.
Fur all we know" persisted he. "she NAV
hev hid him here somewhere on the prem
myss." .-......
''Its easy enough to see," returned the pro-
prletor OF the said ''premmysis. testify.
where dye think she's hid him. In her bed
roOm?'
AS he said this, Sacramento. who was now
near enough to see into the kitchen, saw her
father rise from his chair and step to the door
of the room where she had concealed the fugi-
tive. Her heart almost stopped beating as she
saw him push open the door and enter the room,
followed by his companion.
We'll make clus search Of it while we're
about it." she heard him say within.
And then she stood there in terrible suspense
upon the porch, expecting every instant to hear
the shout that would follow the discovery of
the fugitive.
But no such shout was heard; and instead of
it, moment later. the two men came out again.
her father still laughing at his friend.
What could 1t mean2 Had the young man
been able to conceal himself in the room and so
eyade their search? That was not possible. Then
she thought of the window Could he have es-
capped from the room by that? The window was
so small she could scarcely believe that he could
have 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 a moment under
live oak tree just at the edge of the garden. The
evening was very calm and still and the twilight
shadows were deepening tast Was it the rust
ling of the wind in the boughs overhead that
caught her ear? She listened
Hist | am herein the tree"
The words came In distinct whisper. from d.
rectly above her.
fore replying. Then she said, You must get
away from here at once, )" in an eager whisper
"One OF the men suspects something. and they
may at any moment make 4 search of the place
L am going into the house a m mute. 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 big cottonwood tree. Stay
right there until come"
Then she went hurriedly to the house. The
three men were still sitting at the table, and
Sacramento felt rather than saw that one of
them still regarded her suspciously as she came
in. She did not speak to them at ALL but went
directly through the kitchen to her own room.
and in moment more came out, went about
her work in the kitchen, and took up pail ap-
parently to go to the spring for water
Ten minutes later, standing in the shadow of
the cottonwood, young SOmerS heard step,
and. then Sacramento, leading BuerO all sad
died and brldled, appeared. He started for
ward.
Hush" she said ''they may come out at any
moment. Listen to what l say. Your life de-
ponds on it. You must ride straight down b:
trail for a quarter of a mile Then, close by a
big cottonwood, just like this, you will strike
path to the leIt. Bueno will know it, once yon
get him in it. 1t will bring you out half mile
on, at a corduroy road that crosses the swamp.
The end of this corduroy has got out of order
thara lnro OH D,,nr
across and then pull the logs away. If you do
that it will make trouble for those who follow
you. Beyond the swamp is big plain. Strike
straight across it. having the moon square on
your rlght-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 away!"
Sacramento paused and put out her hand
"Can you remember" she demanded.
Il can; but | can never forget"
Never mind that. Here, take this. 1t is q
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 Il lawyer from Santa Barbara
appeared with letter from Walter S0mers. He
was with his friends in New York. He begged
Sacramento to accept as gift OF gratitude, at
least the amount Of the reward that had been
offered.
And so it was that she went down to San
Francisco to school that winter, after all
Something Wrong Somewhere.
From the Carson Appeal
Sam Jones, OF Gold Hill, New, has domestic
in his house who is acOuntryWoman Of Sullivan.
The other morning he and Evan Williams were
eating breakfast when, by a preconcerted
agreement, they began dialogue something
like this. Sam leading off:
Curious, amt it, that Sullivan took water
from that Dutchman!"
''Yes, indeed; was quite astOnished. He
seemed perfectly cowed."
swell, / don't blame him. Hans is a big man,
and strong as bull. and guess ne can lick
any two men in the world, John included"
'Phats that, Mister JOnes?" broke in the do
nestle. who had been lowering about the table;
"a Dutchman lick John Sullivan! Are yez
crazy or dreaming, Mister Jones!"
Its fact" said Williams. CLANS Never.
foreman of the No. 9 crosscut. Crown. Point,
when he saw our man he weakened and let the
money slide"
The domestic dropped q china plate on the
floor. and stood speechless.
"He brakes all his rock with his fist" broke
in Sam, land runs the steam drill by hand We
pay him $12 a day just for the steam he saves.
Sullivan hammered To come in when ho w q