The times., 1894-07-27
FALLING in both strives to turn ava,

~oAAAh6 ~ bosh otIlNtS tO tuTu away.
All to no purpose. An arm in a
sling is OF little avail at such a mo-
ment. Whirling quickly about, Drum
mond brings bis other into action. Be-
fore the weeping little maid is we'll
aware what 10 happening her waist is
encirclcd ly the strong arm in the dark
blue sleeve, and how can she see that
she is drawn to his breast, since now
her face is buried in both her hands and
those hands in the flannel of his hunt
ing shirt-just as high as his heart
Small wonder is it that Corporal Cos
tigan, hurrying in at the mouth of the
cave, stops short at sight of this pic
turesque partie carree. Any other time
he would have sense enough to face
about and tiptoe whence he came, but
now there's no room left for sentiment.
Tableaux vivants are lovely in their
way, even in cave lighted dimly by a
hurricane lamp, but sterner scenes are
on the curtain. Drummond's voice is
murmuring soothing, yes, caressing
words to his sobbing captive. Drum
mond's bearded lips, unrebuked, are
actually pressing kiss upon that child
ish brow when Costigan, with prelim-
mary clearing of his throat that sounds
like landslide and makes the rock
walls ring again, startles Ruth from
her blissful woe and brings Drummond
leaping to the mouth of the cave.
Lieutenant, there's something COM
ing out over our trail"
"Thank God!" sighs Wing, as he
raises his eyes to those of his fair nurse.
"Thank God, for your sakes!'
"Thank God, Ruth" cries Fanny,
extending one hand to her sister while
the other is unaccountably detained.
"Thank God! it's father and the Stone
man party and DR.. Gray"
And Ruth, throwing herself upon
her knees by her sisters side, buries
her head upon her shoulder and sobs
anew for very joy.
And then comes sudden start. All
In an instant there rings, echoing down
the canyon, the sharp, spiteful crack of
rifles, answered by shrieks of terror
from the cave where lie the Moreno
women and by other shots out along
the range. Three faces blanch with
sudden fear, though Wing looks instant
ly up to say:
"They can't harm you, and our men
will be here in less than no time"
Out in the gorge men are springing
to their feet and seizing their ready
arms; horses are snorting and stamp
ing, mules braying in wild terror. Two
Of the ambulance mules, breaking loose
from their fastenings, come charging
down the resounding rock, nearly an
Initiating Moreno, who, bound and
helpless, praying and cursing by turns,
has rolled himself out of his nook and
lies squarely in the way of everything
and everybody. But above all the
clamor, the ring OF carbine, the hiss
and spat of lead fattening upon the
rocks, Drummonds s voice is heard clear
and commanding, serene and confident
every man to his post now. Re-
member your orders" F"
Gazing out into the canyon with di-
lated eyes, Ruth sees him nimbly clam
ber up the opposite side toward the
point where Walsh is kneeling behind
a rock-Walsh with his Irish mug ex-
panded in a grin of delight, the smoke
just drifting from the muzzle of his
carbine as he points with his left hand
somewhere out along the cliffs. She
sees her soldier boy, crouching low,
draw himself to Walsh's side, sees him
glancing eagerly over the rocks, then
signaling to some one on their own
side, pointing here and there along the
wooded slope beyond her vision; sees
him now, with fierce light in his eyes,
suddenly clutch Walsh's sleeve and nod
toward some invisible object to the