Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-02-14

ae't,' nad something pathetic In Il. and
Inc iact that she showed the reverse n,
every one else certainly aid mot Ifsae,,
Jim's for her. ~ ''s''en
Dsef ING prairie the little cavalcade
started. Red Mustang, with that easy
swim ylng stride of hers, taking the lead
ana keeping 1t. But Jim pulled her up
Sharply az there came triumphant shout
rom behind, Here's the trailw
Hiding up, Jim looked at it with NJ.
kcen eyes. That's no trail,' he ala
contemptnously. -
Now, the rest % the men having etataa
that 1t was the trail, and f,sipo II lasss
az well able to judge as Jim. did nos r..
celve his remark In the pleasantest spirit.
1T are the trail, SAID DARYL Dash. i,
= quietly conclusive way, as if that set-
tied it. s4s se'-
Bnt y aren'tw said Jim squarely.
Now Daryl Dash was one Of the most
trusted hands in the camp. and being
backed By Big Ben, the rest naturally
took his side.
This amt no time for foolin'.r they
SAID very stemly. Here's trail. plain
~ can be; and we're goin' to follow II mn
I'm not foolin'," setorted Jim, with a
KIND OF desperate earnestness. ssThat
trails too plain for Injins to have left.
unless they done it a. purpose. / can
iind the trail right enough If you let me,
Trust me, boys
NY poor jim! As aman sows 50 shall
ne reap. What had he done, in all bis
reckless, dissolute life, to be Trusted
nows de was not trusted; nay. more.
ne was left, half mad with anger and
despair, to find his trail alone.
Take it, or leave it," the men had said
- they galloped off upon their trail.
Away in the east the sun was toucb.
ing the sky with red gold light. Great
crimson bars. fenked with orange.
CLEANED out broadly, and then melted
into the softer harmony around. and be-
fore one knew it, the whole shining mass
united and out flashed the sun. But be-
fore 1t did that Jim had made M his
mind to do very risky thing-to rescue
Dolly single handed. Who else was
there to do it! The others had ridden
away in direction which was eyery
moment taking them farther away from
the right track.
My Cod" he said wildly. Was il a
prayer from those rough lipse-a PRAYER
which the Good Shepherd heard and
answered. For jim played a hero's part
that day. He found the trail. For the
sun, glinting downward, caught the
light Of small pink object on the brush
wood and rested there lovingly. Moth
ing much-just the torn string from a
little child's sunbonnet. But at the
sight Jim broke into a suppressed
whistle Of triumph, and raced Red Mus
tang forward as she had never been
raced before. Inever like to think about
that ride. Enough, the Red Mustang
responded Loyalty to the situation. From
moon to dewy eve she carried jim
steadily. But when, trembling. foam
fecked and parched with thirst, he
stopped her as the Indian camp doomed
in sight, he knew that his work was cut
out.
Quiet! old lass, quietr' be said
cautiously dismounting and patting her
with look on his face that few but
Dolly or Red Mustang had ever seen
there
The gallant beast seemed to under.
stand, and suppressinga whinny, rubbed
her nose wistfully against the cares.
sing hand.
Half gliding, half creeping forward
Jim took in the s;tus ton at glance
The Indians had evidently only Just
stopped and were hastily improyising a
sort of camp But, unsuspicious as they
were of being followed so soon, Jim
knew that this first careless hustle of ar
rival would not last long. but that SEN
tries would be set to guard against any
approach. Suddenly his blood thrilled,
for there before him, not dozen yards
away. lay Dolly reposing on an old
blanket in the healthy sleep of child
hood
1t was foolish thing to do, perhaps,
considering the state Red Mustang was
in, but then Jim was desperate. How
he crawled forward, seized Dolly and got
back to Red Mustang unperceiyed he
could never have told hims elf But get
back with her he did. and in flash the
three were of.
'Dim.' said Dolly. elinging in blissful
content to the rough red shirted arms.
"Ay," Jim answered, CHANGING down
at her as he frightened Red Mustangs
girth; '.you go to sleep, Dolly"
So Dolly's little brown head nestled
down, and Jim and Red Mustang made
what speed they could, which was not
a very great speed, although there came
/ sounds from behind which made the
mare tear forward and turned jim
white. The Indians We're in pursuit.
Mile by mile, hour after hour, that
fearful race went on. The rugged line
of hills which marked the camp were IN
sight now, but could Red Mustang hold
out? She was already trembling omi-
nously, and Jim knew that the time was
come. If she were to reach the camp at
ell, it must be without mis- weight IA her
back.
"Dollyr' he said with shake which
made Dolly open her sleepy eyes, Il
want you 10 do somethin' for me, he
went on persuasively; Il want TO get
down here, I've - I've "a particlel
reason for wanting to get down here
and the arm holding Dolly's as gently as
a woman's kept her head turned well
forward. Red Mustang II take you
to the camp all right. if you'll be brave
little CELL, and 60 alone
"Oh.n and Dolly's frightened clutch
was very firm.
"Will you, Dolly said Jim feverish
ly. Dolly. Dolly, Little lassl VII
you? For me-"