The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-12-11

with the spurred heel the leader
could follow the winding trail. Were
within few rods of Sanchez's camp"
muttered Kelly to the impatient boy.
"The canyon opens out just below
here"
81 know" said Randall, briefly. I'm
wild to signal to Leon now. He knows
my call as well as bird knows it's
mates"
''Ah, but it isn't up here yen find
him, Masther Randall" said the old
man, striving to prepare the boy for
disappointment. Even if they had
fetched him this far he'd be working
back now for the post, where Mrs Kelly
and the girls will be main glad to see
him"
But no sooner had the leader of the
little column passed the base of the
cliff than Randall urged his horse for
ward to his fathers side 81 can tell
it in the dark" said he; may l go
ahoad?"
Cullen nodded, and the boy spurred
eagerly on. The Sandy roarcd and
rushed close by the trail as it turned the
point, then more placidly swept along
over some pcbbly shadows, where the
heights on the western side fell away
and gave place to deep and sheltered
nook. They had reaehod the spot
where the Sanchez party was camped
when overwhelmed by the clouGburst,
where the luclilcss Mcxicans, that very
morning, following plindly their ras-
cally leaders, were corrallcd and mas
sacred without mercy. Their bodies,
as we have seen, had been buried by
Cranes party, but the stiffcned car
casscs Of the mules still lay there, al
ready beginning to taint the summer
air. The major had expected Randy
to turn iato the cove, but the boy
pushe@sturdily ahead.
"How much further, Randall?" he
asked in low tone.
1.-TWO hundred yards or so, father.
There's pitahaya right opposite the
place"
Then for moment more the click,
click of the ironshod hoofs along the
stony trail and the soft rush of the
waters were the Only sounds to break
the silence Of the night Dark and
shadowy, still in single file, the party
rode unerringly on, Randall leading.
The boys heart was bounding with
hope and eagcrness. The grief which
had overcome him when told of Icons
probable fate had given place to high
and spirited resolve to play mans
part in the effort to rescue him. What
boy with a drop of soldier blood in his
veins would not rejoice in being a
'leader of men" amid such surround
ings and on such quest? No trooper
could sec more than the dim ontline Of
his file leader, but MAJ. Cullcn's eyes
rejoiced in the alert, soldierly bearing
of his son. They had almost passed the
cove and were once more entering the
black shadow of the cliff when Ran
dal]'s horse shicd suddenly, stumbled
and went down on his knees. The boys
uSlt, pFiculccu nduu nil HllI up III dn
instant, bat something went sinking
away down the bank, and over on the
opposite shore the wild, weird cry of
the lynx, halt snarl, half warning, rose
above the rush of the stream. Some
where further down the echoing can
yoa the cry was taken up and repeated
and old Kelly growled aloud; The
major knows best, sir, but if there's
Apaches hanging about here anywhere,
that's the way they'd be signaling may
be, and wouldn't like to have them
heaving rocks down on Masther Ran
dali"
"We're almost there now, father"
spoke the boy for himself. "They can't