The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-06-14

his horse hitched near here some where"
 He peered about as he rode, and good eyes like Toms can travel long dis tance in the clear air of California, but no horse was in sight.
 He rode both east and west long dis tances, but came on no trace of the naturalist. It was growing interest ing. "He has tumbled down one of the steep sides here and sprained his ankle and his horse has galloped off," Tom assumed at last. "rll make a prodigious noise to kind of encourage him."
 It was no hardship whatever to young Parlin to make a prodigious noise." He was in such bounding spirits over his recovered health that shouting came easy. He just stopped short where he was and made the welkin ring with college songs for about ten minutes. A dead silence followed.
 'So much for man setting his heart on bugs" he growled, as he rode on. Bugs are good enough in their places. '" AoAt OAiSiA "Vlit Dub ~ SoihC0 Ao married man leaving his wife in wilderness"
 A sound had suddenly reached his ear. He drew up and sat still on his horses back. The sound was re- peated after moment. It came from down in the canyon. Tom rode to the edge, and, after some steady gazing, fancied he could make out the figure of man prone among some manzanita bushes, but was by no means sure. There was no horse to be seen anywhere. Hello" he called, I'm coming" Divesting himself of gun and game bag and fastening the horse to cot tonwood, he began the descent of the mountain side, which at that point was nearly perpendicular.
 "Who comes?" moaned a weak voice, as Tom reached the manzanita thick ct. Evidently the man was not much encouraged at sight of the swarthy young musician. The racket of the rollicking college songs had aroused him from a swoon. He looked bewil- | dered.
 His wife took me for tramp, and he takes me for a greaser," thought Tom, but doffed his cap reassuringly. Mexico, and that probably his lately acquired complexion suggested the Mexican cut-throat,
 Your wife sent me-" he said. "I see you have met with an acc ident."
 Mir. Hadley opened his eyes long enough to give young Parlin a strong look. five broken my leg" he said
 That's bad" said Tom. q must get you out of this at once"
 Gan you--do you think I could be dragged up?" asked the bug hunter.
 'I can carry you," respo nded Tom, | speaking on impulse.
 Mir. Hadley smiled slightly. Its too steep"
 "Yes, the precipice is too steep. shall carry you around and strike the grade" said Tom. He meant the point where the road some rods distant left the plain to begin the spiral ascent of the mountain.
 "Too long," objected the man. Tom answered lightly: But you know, sir, the longest way round is the nearest way home." Mir. Hadley, though white and groan- | ing, glanced up with ficbering smile. He saw that his young rescuer looked strong and willing and had the gem eral air of college athlete and said no more.
 Mir. Hadley was not very heavy man and Tom lifted him both swiftly and gently, like trained nurse. There" said he, hold me tight around the neck"
 But Mir. Hadley had fainted again. He lay dead weight in his carriers arms. "Well-couragew said Tom to himself, and started off.
 The grade when he reached it lay close to the edge of the precipice wind ing gradually around it. If he should grow dizzy or stagger he might loso his footing and roll with his burden to the depths of the canyon.
 Are you tolerably easy? Could I hold you better?" he asked as he felt his burden revive and stir.
 The tone was as commonplace as if he made it regular business to tote" mOuntaineers and rather enjoyed it.
 To himself he kept saying encourag- ingly as the grade stretched out even further before him: "Theren be an end to this! an end to this!''
 So there was. After an immense while the table land was reached, the dead weight was laid down on the grass, and Tom flung himself down be- side him to recover breath.
 You're rather fine fellow" was all Mir. Had .ey could manage to say.
 Of course Tom must go at once to re- lieve the woman of suspense and return with the wagon. We'll, then, where was Billy, the horse which the man had ridden and left hitched to tree by the road?
 Where, indeed! As Tom had sus- pected, he had broken loose and had strayed away. Perhaps he had become ''locoed" by eating the villainous loco weed which grows in this section and destroys many a poor beasts reason, setting his brain awhirl for good and