Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1901-07-04

looked at each other ia a grim kind of
way.
Well" sDid Fcrd. we've got TO head
OF that herd, stampede and scatter
EN-. somehow"
"Surc thingl" assentcd.
When Florence understood the case.
she set up frantic wall. "Nou shan't
go" she almost screamed. Those
men will shoot YOU dead! Anyway, II
you do, IN go along and Ice shot, too -
You will stay nj home. Florry," said
Ferd, kindly. but in his masterful way.
Wen take good care OF ourselves,
never fear"
Thereupon she ran To the house.
crying. We could not stop TO comfort
her. While Ferd went for our guns.
trappings and snack 20 eat. l ran 60
the creek pasture. got out two OF our
best riding ponies and saddlcd them,
When | had finished Fcrd came out,
wearing his hunting Jacket and carry
ing my jacket and our guns.
The big side pockets Of the coats
were stuffed 10 bullying, but my jacket
felt light enough, and when | thrust
hand into one OF the pockets and
drew out a giant Cracker" OF the big
gcst size I fairly whooped with de-
light There were half dozen in each
pocket, and each one was "A foot In
length. They would make enough
noise to stampede whole tribe OF
Indians, let alone 400 or 500 half-wild
horses.
We were on in twinking. We
knew OF an old buffalo and cattle trail
a half-milc distant, leading mp TO the
head OF Black Rock. and round the
slopes OF several mountains into the
north gap OF Two-owe-tee. This trail
We took.
Wen plant ourselves in front OF
that herd in the gap said Ferd, land
there wen have our celebration. be
licve we can counter stampede, run
'em over that crowd and get away in
the dust and racket
The very probabl" event Of a fight
against odds, however, kept us feeling
pretty sober. We clattrred along the
cutoff at hard gallop. without eN-
changing many remarks.
We rode on for more than an hour
passing up out of Black Rock and over
a mountain ridge. Then we heard a
clatter of hoofs at our heels, and
turned TO face Florence. Her pony
was sweating. her face was flushed
aud bcseeching, as she pulled up con
fronting us As the trail was a plain
one, she had had no difficulty in fol-
lowing.
81 can't stay bchind!" she an
nounced. brcathlessly. II should die
% fright. ! don't believe those men
will fight when they see girl along
So that was her reason for coming!
We looked at each other in dismay
and some disgust But she was a girl
Of 10. a capable horsewoman and Of a
determined spirit. We could not com
pei her to stay behind.
well" said Ferd. when we get to
business you'll have to stay where we
nut YOU. or Wen tie you up"
Then we hit" the trail again, and
Florence followed. | looked back to
see that she was crying, although she
rode bravely, and | was truly sorry for
her.
In the course of three hours of hard
riding we came OUT of n sharp cut into
the canyon of Two-owe-tee. a brief
examination convinced us that we
should find no better point at which
to make a break in the herd and turn
them back upon the rLstlers. The gar
of Two-owe-tee was here some 2OC
Yards in width, with inaccessible
sleeps on either hand.
We rather counted on fight, and
Ferd planned for it like general. lie
even consented that Florence should
take n part in cannonading the herd
whsreat she at once became calm
and superior person. She agreed tc
keep close in to the mouth OF the cut