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ner he missed Samantha from the lone
|. cottonwood's shade and investigated
| as special deputy.
Ten minutes later he rode out over
| the fiat, following the trail of a bur-
70 that led westward. Fourteen miles
away the smoke of tepees rose
straight in the still noon air. Between
lay the river and hill range, and then
sand again and alkaTi and cactus and
little Puts face was puckered and
grim. as he thought of the word he
had received from the Indians con-
corning a white girl that dealt in
magic and shot death and woe from
a terrible black box, small black box
that clucked like snake and winked
its eye and let loose a devil among
the tepees.
Just over the hin range he overlook
her, and found that his education in
angels was as yet incomplete. She
was not grateful. She saw no neces-
sity in his riding to the rescue. She
laughed, and it was not a friendly
laugh. 1t was a laugh of angelic de-
rision, but still Little Put rode on be-
side her. and therefore was he honor
ed by Piety Flat as one above his
kind. The Angel couldn't rattle him
worth a cent.
ITS perfectly absurd, all this fuss
about a kodak" she said. And, even
if it were all true, that they want my
scalp-and, by the way. l don't blame
them for tits a very nice scalp-do
you know what 1 would do?"
Put glanced back over his shoulder
The hills lay in low half moon be-
hind them. Before was the desert of
sun baked alkali scanned in great
cracks, and the edges curling upward
like scorched paper In the binding
haze of flashing sunlight ahead, a few
black specks like ink blocks, appeared
and vanished, and reappeared larger
than before
What do you suppose I'd do?" she
repeated.
Run, yell, or faint" said Little Put,
and he whistled under his breath
softly.
The Angel smiled. and put back a
whisp of the nut-brown hair that flut-
tered lazily across her eyes.
1T isn't a joke. One doesn't really
do those things, don't you know, not
when it's funny, little old man like
Broken Arrow. and those other greasy.
half-dead-looking Indians. Why, I'd
just take the camera to pieces, and OK
explain it to them, logically and prac-
tically, and
Turn back to the river" Little Put
laid his hands on Samantha's bride
and jerked her head around. where's
that Kodak" He took it from the SUM-
porting strap around her shoulders,
and dropped it in their tracks ITO
keep them busy for a while" he ex-
planned. There are about twenty red
gentlemen chasing us, and they all
have prejudices. They'll attend to that
logically, practically and other wise
and God grant it gives us time to
make the river"
They rode steadily for half a mile
The Angel was very quiet. She did
not even whiten, and he loved her for
that. 1t showed grit So did the way
she guided Samantha's protesting
hoofs, when something whizzed past
her ear and dug neat round hole in
the ground ahead of them
Put looked back.
They went around the kodak. and
shot at it" he said, with a grin. IT
wish it had been a bomb. Can You ride
little faster?'
Samantha answered the question by
stumbling forward on her knees. Put
caught the girl around the waist, and
lifted her back safely.
They've clipped one of her legs
he said. Get on my horse, quick You
can make the river all right. and I'll
They stood side by side between the
fallen burro and Puts bay. The Angel
laid her hand tenderly on Samantha's
hearing side
You poor old dear" she said softly.
Then. loking a the group of Indians
riding half-a-mile behind. 81 wonder
what they'll do to us. wish Jack were
here"
Little Put drew in long breath
and shut his eyes. as If the sun glare
blinded him.
I'm try to take his place" he said.
Will you go?"
mo. l hardly think it worth while
If they could shoot Samantha they
could hit me, and l like company 1t
is better together, don't you think SOP"
She raised her lashes and looked at
Put. There was no time for explana-
lions or preparatory overtures. Little
Put took off his gray SLOUGH hat and
kissed her like man, and all the world
was sunshine and glory, and the alkali
desert a holy of holes for the shrine of
his love. So it happened that when
Broken Arrow and his men drew near
Put went to meet them, and he was
smiling sweetly and benignly. and Won
dering in a rampant boyish fashion
whether it would bring a quicker finish
if he put bullet between the old
chiefs close set. beady eyes.
But there are points of honor even in
Arizona, and he had been a welcome
guest at Broken Arrows tepee, so he
listened in silence to the story of what
the white witch had done, and rode
back to the Angel with five minute
truce.
They want you" he said. 1.-The last
one you took, little Sun Dog. you know.
has been gone since last night"
The baby?' she cried. the womans
fear and child-love leaping to her eyes
Yes. They say you have eaten him,
dear. or given him to the devil in the
black box" He spoke very gently. Il
can do one of two things ! can turn
around and shoot. Ii would probably
settle about three OF the hrutes. The
rest would settle us with variations
and minor chords IN about two min
utes"
What else ?"
we can ride 20 their camp, and /
viii leave You and go for help"
She thought for a moment